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Ríos de aire

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Humberto Ak’abal was one of the most important poetic voices from Latin America. A member of the K’iche’ Mayan community in Guatemala, he wrote with honesty, intensity, and passion — an art of protest, of truth-telling, and a deeply-felt expression of the human condition. I came to know Humberto’s poetry through another musical project (“El Último Hilo”) which led me to visit Humberto’s home in Momostenango, Guatemala and meet his family. I will never forget walking arm-in-arm with his mother, Estebana, and noticing her hands: weathered, wrinkled, and luminous with history. In them, I felt the weight and beauty of generations, the very spirit that inhabits Ak’abal’s work. That encounter became the seed for “Footprints” (Las Huellas), a multi-movement work for choir, flute, clarinet, piano, percussion, and strings. The piece sets a cycle of Ak’abal’s poems in which ancestors appear not as distant figures of the past, but as a presence that lives on in trees, wind, water, and memory. The poems trace a path between loss and renewal, light and dark, and life and death. Across its nine movements, “Footprints” invites us to listen for those who came before us: to hear their voices in the rustle of leaves, to feel their touch in the soil beneath our feet, and to breathe the air they once breathed. To develop musical material, I used a cryptogram that assigns pitches to letters to spell words. For example, “ANCESTORS” is spelled with the notes A, G, C, E, E, F, A, D, E. ![]() |
Instrumentation | SATB Choir (div.) Flute Clarinet in Bb Piano Percussion (small triangle, Mark tree, tambourine, suspended cymbal, glockenspiel) Strings (at least 1.1.1.1.1) |
Duration | 30:00 |
Year Completed | 2025 |
Commissioner | Texas State University. Joey Martin, Director of Choral Activities. Craig Hella Johnson, Artist in Residence. |
Text |
Footprints (Las Huellas) Poems by Humberto Ak'abal. Collected and translated by Jake Runestad, with Ricardo Garcia Gabborit. I. A Sign (Alguna Seña) Between the rocks, If you clamber up an old cypress The grandfather With her clef-curved body, They look Suddenly I wept for my father “Open the earth Wherever you place your foot Life |
Donations | A portion of the proceeds from this work will be donated to Vocalis -- a non-profit music organization in Guatemala providing opportunities for choral singing to people of all ages. |