"The Huichole Indians arise at dawn, listening to the melody of the violin Rufino Rios, the Marakame, plays," says Ginés.The first time I went to Rufino's land to talk to him; his people offered me a chair. I refused as I noticed he was seated on the ground, under a mango tree. I sat down with him. He said he prefers the warmth of roots over the coldness of wood. I understood the wisdom of this chief.

"Years later, I was chosen as the moderator of a meeting of 100 Indian leaders in Mexico D.F. and I invited Rufino to come along. After the meeting, as he was heading back to his village, he said that the violin of his people broke. There wasn't any money to buy a new one. That night, I made a painting and sold it to a collector in Mexico. I gave the proceeds to the chief who bought the best violin he could find. He returned to the village a very happy man."

In 1992, a friend of Ginés passed by to visit Rufino, the Huichole leader. Rufino Rios told him:"At sunrise, when I play the violin, I remember Ginés."