Take me to a place,
Where the textile craft is a symbol of centuries old tradition, and
Art is of the woven kind.

Take me to a place,
Where my foot touches the treadle, and
My hands, the silky cotton.

Take me to a place,
Where the leaves of the coconut palms rustle, and
The sight of guaje trees, a constant reminder of home.

Take me, with my bohemian clutch,
To Oaxaca, Mexico.

Moments by Charlie | Creative Lifestyle Blog