Mexico City
Mexico City Planted in a swamp by the warrior Aztecs. Guarded and represented by the twin protectresses El Vierge de Guadelupe y Frida Kahlo. Taken over by the Spanish (the French) And then rightfully by the Mexicans. Mexico City you are endless with movement and streets and people. The Universe and you peacefully existing and expanding with sheer chaos. You are not easily labelled. One thing one moment Another the next. More often all everything at once. Rich, poor, relaxed, intense, friendly, foreboding, well-kept, dilapidated, cracking, building, loud, silent, bustling, resting, colourful, always colourful. You are a city in the jungle and a jungle of a city. Your hawkers, families, lovers and urban cowboys. Their songs, reality and soulfulness. Mexico City In less than a week You made me feel at home. And your people even sooner than that. I promise to spread your good name far and wide. Like a gringo mariachi stopping at all tables to serenade your avenidas and parks, museums and fountains. To bring to you those worthy enough to brave your open invitation.
