For almost a decade our family lived in rural Mexico; we rarely ventured into the big city . . .village life was our rhythm-sleeping in silence, waking to roosters, walking n dirt, seeds, harvest, fresh tortillas, milk from the cow, sheep- it's the Mexico we know.
This month I got a good taste of city rhythm.- it happens in the streets..
The city moves like random machinery; the traffic seems paralyzing . . .then I see my grandchildren grab a hand, step off the curb and move to the rhythm of the city.
3 comments:
I like your descriptions and comparison...you're right, two very different Mexicos...
this post makes me think of the movie "August Rush." it's about a little orphan boy who lives on the streets of a big city. He hears amazing rhythms in his head from all of the sounds on the street. It's pretty cool! watch this,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hrDNGmAigU
that was a neat movie...
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