Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition
Police and thieves in the street
Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition...
Como en la mejor tradición del reggae Junior Murvin sentenciaba la historia con este clásico de 1976. Londres lo adoptaba ese mismo año trás los disturbios del Carnaval de Notting Hill; 20 de marzo de 2010 en el Caribe, Puerto Pirata despedía la transmisión con estos versos de fondo y desde Monterrey, Nuevo León la información permanecía sin tino.
China, Nuevo León "mueren cuatro sicarios en enfrentamiento con militares",Reporta N.L. 31 narcobloqueos en diferentes puntos de Monterrey, "Deja tiroteo 4 muertos en vía a Reynosa","270 mil cartuchos decomisó, el Ejército en una granja en Nuevo León", "Dos sicarios muertos dentro del campus del Tec de Monterrey y un soldado con heridas leves por esquirlas de granada", "...los militares denunciaron que una patrulla de la Policía estatal ayudó a que dos delincuentes escaparan",No eran sicarios, sino estudiantes, informó el Instituto, "Medina: PGR dijo que estudiantes eran sicarios", A unas horas nuevo enfrentamiento en Nuevo León deja un policia muerto y una pareja de sexagenarios lesionados...
(* encabezados en diarios mexicanos)
All the crimes committed day by day
No one try to stop it in any way
All the peacemakers turn war officers
Hear what I say...
¿Quién dice la verdad?
A la fecha las notas continuan, reproducen más versiones encontradas. Más ágiles, como canciones en torrent: facebook, twitter, llamadas familiares, correos electrónicos, etc dan prueba de lo que alla resulta: mudanzas, temor, rabia, pérdidas de empleo, comercios cerrados, intimidación ... La violencia también es veloz, lo saben otros estados y ciudades. Y no todos quieren o pueden huir.
Con esta canción de Bamboo finalizaba el playlist de la semana pasada, UN ABRAZO AMIGOS REGIOS
Hace unas semanas preguntaba ¿detenerme o seguir?
llegaron palabras, música y la luna en forma de respuesta.
Ya estoy de regreso, por lo menos por un tiempo...
Lately I've been meeting quite singular characters in town, please dont ask where?
I was sitting "minding on my own" but couldnt help noticing a guy next to me, his colorful outfit, make up and redish nose made me stare at him. "Tuna Tuna" was like daydreaming, smiling and really enjoying himself watching some clown videos.
I had to stop doing my stuff and ask him for a picture. Maybe he needed to talk or just was friendly enough to tell us in less than five minutes his artistic name, newer expectations and a brief history of his life. He was just arriving from a distant city in Campeche, watching some of his old routines which he assure me "no one else is doing here" and looking for a new beginning...
After asking him to include balloons on frame, repeating the shot twice, and barely getting some seconds to wish him good luck and saying thanks, "Tuna Tuna" gave us a big smile before he turned around and cross the door.
Best wishes mate! guess by now, we are both The Fool
The Fool:
"the Fool travels he knows not where", "he is on his way to a brand new beginning. But the card carries a little bark of warning as well", as a card, the Fool ultimately stands for a new start", "The Fool is the spirit in search of experience".
"The Fool is the spirit in search of experience. He represents the mystical cleverness bereft of reason within us, the childlike ability to tune into the inner workings of the world. The sun shining behind him represents the divine nature of the Fool's wisdom and exuberance. On his back are all the possessions he might need. In his hand there is a flower, showing his appreciation of beauty. He is frequently accompanied by a dog, sometimes seen as his animal desires, sometimes as the call of the "real world", nipping at his heels and distracting him. He is seemingly unconcerned that he is standing on a precipice, apparently about to step off.
The number 0 is a perfect significator for the Fool, as it can become anything when he reaches his destination. Zero plus anything equals the same thing. Zero times anything equals zero.[6] Zero is nothing, a lack of hard substance, and as such it may reflect a non-issue or lack of cohesiveness for the subject at hand".
Note: Author was kind of scared of clowns when he was a kid (not because of the movies which terrorize many of his friends). he believes that he just didn't get them. recently is taking pictures with them every time he can, and hope it doesn't become an obssesion.