yei. voice.
[Coyolxauhqui is humming, and then begins to sing a little...]
Ahuia Mexico teutlaneuiloc amapanitla anauhcampa, ye moquetzquetl, aoyequene y chocaya
Ahuia anneuaya niyocoloc, annoteua eztlamiyaual, aylhuiçolla nic yauicaya teutiualcoya...*
I miss the rain and the sun. I miss the air and cleansing fire. This place is great and fearsome; I am awed and humbled here, but restless. I wish for mountains and lakes. I wish for a temple that brushes the sky.
* (Stolen Lovingly taken from the Song of Tlaloc: In Mexico the god appears; thy banner is unfolded in all directions, and no one weeps.
I, the god, have returned again, I have turned again to the place of abundance of blood-sacrifices; there when the day grows old, I am beheld as a god.)
Ahuia Mexico teutlaneuiloc amapanitla anauhcampa, ye moquetzquetl, aoyequene y chocaya
Ahuia anneuaya niyocoloc, annoteua eztlamiyaual, aylhuiçolla nic yauicaya teutiualcoya...*
I miss the rain and the sun. I miss the air and cleansing fire. This place is great and fearsome; I am awed and humbled here, but restless. I wish for mountains and lakes. I wish for a temple that brushes the sky.
* (Stolen Lovingly taken from the Song of Tlaloc: In Mexico the god appears; thy banner is unfolded in all directions, and no one weeps.
I, the god, have returned again, I have turned again to the place of abundance of blood-sacrifices; there when the day grows old, I am beheld as a god.)