Andrés Alonso Ayala

A decision is about to be made; a seminarian fights with himself; his faith is the battlefield he faces.

Forest and community guards face insecurity and clandestine logging in their community.

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The mourning has passed, it is not time to lament, but to celebrate, to wait for the rituals to work and for our dead to come, but how will they know the way if it is increasingly diffused?

Like fertile land, children learn from their environment, trees as their wise teachers pass on their teachings. We are all the earth.