I think everyone who reads my blog will have noticed I have a difficult relationship with Caracas. And is that Caracas is not easy and I have come to suspect that I am neither. That must be why our relationship is not pretty, or healthy, or exemplary. But Caracas always be my hometown and unbreakable connection that we should try to bring your best, whether by force.
However, this post is not to say chaos in Caracas, or traffic, or the few moments of silence and perfect peace which can be enjoyed here. No. It's to talk about what I do like to Caracas. That if there are things that I like, of course. So here I leave my list to see if it inspired them to fall over Caracas, where her relationship with her is as problematic as mine.
Heaven: For me, the sky Caracas is the most beautiful in the world. Sometimes the sky is on fire and a blaze of flames colorful: orange, red, yellow. Other times it is blue and purple and beautiful at the same time. The clouds made way possible and impossible in the vault and you can spend perfect sunrises and sunsets, watching those big whole cotton soaked in celestial light. It's all a show, luxury, I can enjoy every day.
El Ávila: The vision of this mountain gives us a constant joy to the Caracas daily and surprises us with its changing nature: the Avila is as eternal and imposing green paint to which an unknown artist adds a detail new every day. It is always different. I am happy to say that part of my routine, my office is set right in front of that beautiful hill. Another luxury that I can only give me here in Caracas.
The Metro: Les surprise right? Yes, I know that the Metro is a chaotic madness that promises to end the nerves of many Caracas at any time. But that is where I picked up some of the beautiful stories that characterize my idea of \u200b\u200bCaracas. It was there that a young
My Way played on violin and dazzled us all with her artistic talents to classic-street. It was also where I witnessed the marriage more improvised, I do not know if less real, which I have had to attend (more details
Until next season ). Has been in many subway stations where I've talked at length, I laughed very hard, I have been crushing the heart and I had to say goodbye, sometimes forever. There, in the pandemonium, are very important moments of my life. And that side of Metro poetic and nostalgic, perhaps only in my head, is something I like.
People: not talk about the disrespectful, inconsiderate and uncaring. Of those, better not to talk. I speak of men and women who are still able to be kind, even amid the rarefied atmosphere and violent. I speak of the few who still respect the law, traffic and the position in the queues. Of those who give the seat to an elderly, it could be your grandmother or your mom. Of which, having a food business, yet they give something to those who have not eaten in days. Of those who care about what happens to the neighbor, not gossip, but human. Of those who do their work as it should, even though they know that doing wrong will receive the same salary. I speak of Caracas that dares to be considerate of others, good people, peaceful. There are still not included because I would be very arrogant of me. However, it remains in my consciousness every day, yes, it is a daily struggle, trying to be a good Caracas, knowing how difficult it is.
Food: is expensive, sometimes very expensive, but delicious. I think the cuisine of Caracas has nothing to envy in foreign cities. Here you can find great Italian, English, Chinese, Japanese, Colombian, Arab, Mexican, Peruvian, Thai and Venezuelan, of course. And much more. Yo, I'm a skinny eat without shame, I can say that this is one of the qualities that I like in my city: good food.
Songs: Caracas was not always a malquerida, in the past, this city had many admirers. Several of them composed immortal songs that still resonate among us as a reminder of better times. One, composed by Johnny Costa Rican Quirós says: "Caracas, beautiful city. You are beautiful, Caracas, the birthplace of the Liberator. " Cute right? In another, the Colombian group Binomio Gold said: "Caracas, Caracas, as I like this city ...." Perhaps the most emblematic is the composed of the Dominican Billo Frometa, in his Canto a Caracas
composed a true declaration of love:
"And I want both my Caracas
That while I live I can not forget
Its hills , red roofs, its nice sky
The colorful flowers Galipán .... "
I think I spend far as Billo Frometa: I also love my Caracas. That's why I fight so much with it, because I love her so, so ... much more than some people, speeches laden with patriotism and nationalism exacerbated, say they want. It hurts me to see it become what it is now, because in my memories as a child, Caracas is pretty as a princess.
A corner of hope, which sometimes I take refuge, said that one day I will return to Caracas as the city of my memories. And perhaps, even better. Joanna Ruiz Méndez
PD: In this blog, you can see more songs to Caracas and learn more about the city: http://caracascaracas.blogspot.com/