" The Evening Star
The moon, stooping mother, asked her son, "I don't know where your father is. Find him and give him word of me."
The son took off in search of the brightest of all lights. He didn't find him at noontime, when the sun of the Tarascan people drinks his wine and dances with his women to the beat of drums. He didn't find him on the horizons and in the regions of the dead. The sun wasn't in any of his four houses.
The evening star is still hunting his father across the sky. He always arrives too early or too late. "
Image for Quotes
The son took off in search of the brightest of all lights. He didn't find him at noontime, when the sun of the Tarascan people drinks his wine and dances with his women to the beat of drums. He didn't find him on the horizons and in the regions of the dead. The sun wasn't in any of his four houses.
The evening star is still hunting his father across the sky. He always arrives too early or too late." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>