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Wayuu (also Wayu, Wayúu, Guajiro, Wahiro) is an American Indian ethnic group of the Guajira Peninsula in northern Colombia and northwest Venezuela. The Wayuu language is part of the Maipuran (Arawak) language family.
The Wayuu inhabit the arid Guajira Peninsula straddling the Venezuela-Colombia border, on the Caribbean Sea coast. Two major rivers flow through this mostly harsh environment: the Rancheria River in Colombia and the El Limón River in Venezuela representing the main source of water, along with artificial ponds designed to hold rain water during the rain season.
The territory has equatorial weather seasons: a rainy season from September to December, which they call Juyapu; a dry season, known by them as Jemial, from December to April; a second rainy season called Iwa from April to May; and a long second dry season from May to September.
Even though the Wayuu were never subjugated by the Spanish, the two groups were in a more or less permanent state of war. There had been rebellions in 1701 (when they destroyed a Capuchin mission), 1727 (when more than 2,000 natives attacked the Spanish), 1741, 1757, 1761 and 1768. In 1718 Governor Soto de Herrera called them "barbarians, horse thieves, worthy of death, without God, without law and without a king." Of all the Indigenous peoples in the territory of Colombia, they were unique in having learned the use of firearms and horses.
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(GANADOR DEL PREMIO NACIONAL DE PERIODISMO SIMÓN BOLÍVAR 2014) El proyecto documental Mushaisha aborda la temática de la contaminación generada por la multinacional minera de carbón Cerrejón Limited en en la Guajira colombiana, la mina ha ocupado durante 30 años una extensa área en el territorio ancestral del asentamiento indígena más grande del país, el pueblo Wayúu, y planea seguir expandiéndose. ¿Es sustentable social y ambientalmente un modelo de explotación tan intenso? ¿Cuáles son los impactos de la minería a cielo abierto en el agua, tierra y aire de los territorios ancestrales de la comunidad wayúu?. Mushaisha es el viaje de una madre wayúu con su hijo en busca de éstas respuestas. Dirección: Carlos Mario Piedrahita Producción: Juan Sebastián Grisales Música: Jorge Henríquez, Len...
Ziruma Morales es la reina del festival Majayut de Oro. Esta hermosa Wayúu de 19 años habló a cerca de las tradiciones de su cultura arraigada en La Gujira. En esta etnia las mujeres juegan un papel muy importante y por eso sólo ellas deben saber qué contienen sus mochilas.
A través de la danza tradicional, las niñas y mujeres indígenas wayúu, expresan como era su vida antes y después. El color rosa simboliza el color de la flor del cactus que solía florecer en abundancia en esta región semidesértica, y el color negro representa el color del carbón. Desde hace tres décadas, esta comunidad es vecina de El Cerrejón, una mina que produce diariamente 89.000 toneladas de carbón.
A pesar de los cambios y la "occidentalización" de la cultura wayúu, la figura del palabrero o pütchipü'u, como se le conoce en lengua wayunaiki, se mantiene intacta.
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When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquito's sting brings a dream
But the poison's derange
The music must change
For we're chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the Earth