Ten years ago Charles and I were separated just two traffic lights, the last of the Gothic city, Caracas. However, we know that a negligible distance necessarily becomes a long journey if we talk about a city where the circumstances, as was ours. To get from one house to another had to cross the reign of Sabana Grande, where a vast network of skilled street traders, hawkers called, laid the foundations for a huge market, not recognized by the formal economy but effective in giving response to public demands more heterogeneous than it has ever seen, due to the diversification of their goods and services. However, Carlos and I were organizing well enough for dinner on Monday for a drink on Wednesday, to go out on Friday or a bit of psychoanalysis on Sunday. We had also super exchange due to the scarcity of food, water or gasoline. There are few occasions when friends adorable are at the same time, your neighbors, and I was lucky.
Not everything went so well, however, and one day, when I collected my things, Carlos took me to the airport. As I soon as I settled in Tenerife, he picked up theirs to go to Montreal. We did not give any importance to parting. I thought either, and none of the other friends who said goodbye at that time, had a clear idea about the distance and time that would put at stake. Now I hear
Carlos and listen to their music, which has always been an essential part of it. I hear it with a joy so extreme that makes me think that the sun rises and that we are not away. Connecting Montreal is the program where, every Sunday, Carlos and Juan Pablo Jaimes Liscano presented a thematic selection of music from around the world, and those times, and offer their comments more as lovers than as specialists . Connecting like to say that Montreal is south to north , but they know very well that we are and we listen to Caracas all over the world.
0 comments:
Post a Comment