Bolivia,
thou hast shocked, amazed, surprised, touched, nervous, carressée in one direction and the other hair.
Bolivia, land
vivid and compelling that we find on hawayos (tissue acting national backpack) on the excessive costs and Babies, on the skirts of colorful cholitas (women dressed in clothes "traditional"), on the teeth of people flying mounts, gold stars and hearts, on ponchos and chullitos (caps world-famous) men , the tassels that mark the affiliation of llamas and sheep, on thy mountains, canyons, jungles, plains and valleys ...
Bolivia,
you Exibit disparate religious practices, where the Catholic, the evangelist and the "heathen" to hold hands. We find you both before the altar of God, to celebrate his and that of my son, that his knees in the fields, before work, carefully laying some chanting sacred coca leaf, left as an offering to your Mother Earth (Pachamama ).
You pray all the Yatir ("Shaman" in there), the Pachamama as the Lord to keep you from evil and fear the same way their courroux.Tu can light a candle or a fire ritual for challar ( bless ) and preserve your wealth, your family, your crops or your health.
Bolivia,
you are full of mysteries and facets of character. M It is difficult to see through you as you're open to t resist. You do discover that up to the lips, where you suggesting a broad grin, sometimes toothless, broken lives, genuine laughter.
At first, you refuse often exchange, turning his head and waving his hand negatively. Then, you work a little body, aggressively responding unexpectedly perhaps, you accept the contact and the barriers seem s collapse in part.
You hide your humor and often behind your wealth and an apparent insurmountable shyness. Shifty eyes, giggles deaf dress this one. Little touch, you get stiff when I try to touch you.
Bolivia,
you seem rather cold at first glance and it is hard to all the dumb rules that govern you and that we would hope to integrate for parity in your community. This is of course not counting the 36 ethnic groups that compose you, their realities, their customs, their differences, and everything to everyone.
You constantly surprise me with your turning situations, states of your souls and desires Vacili. One day you will m be welcomed as one of yours, sharing what you have, soup, beer or just a special moment. Then the next day, you remind me to order, treat me like I'm foreign.
Inssaisissable Bolivia,
with your Native language, tone sign language and body, your castellano (English) imported, taxed, that you refuse to talk at times, which sometimes you do not know the existence in your life everyday.
cultures and folklore preserved, reworked, retracted synchrétisés, disowned because discriminated, or worn flag, you offer many faces to the tourists who walk your grooves, your hungry and traditions kept secrets.
Bolivia,
you and your party thundering, the madness of want possession of it s at a time to celebrate your blank indiscriminately, the spirits of nature, Jesus, malicious and evil beings, your patron saints and the bloody battles that t have been born. At this moment the withholding brightens, the masks fall under the costumes and loud explosion, a boundless impulse of brotherhood and sharing your anime dances, songs and ceremonies.
Bolivia,
where everything has a price, on or in this case, you have your ads to your neighbor as to the foreigner.
Here (as in too many places), the silver is dream, currency exchange, central concern, of interest and curiosity. Never mind that at the generosity does not is not alien, however the service merits and still waiting for a few manners whatsoever, spontaneous retribution. This immutable law, implicitly also governed the relationship between yours, and it excluded the profiteer and speculator in your communities.
Bolivia,
and your unspoken underlying that hurt your mouth, stuck on the door of your lips and too bad for those who do not read between your lines.
Bolivia,
where the male / female relationship is sometimes surprising. They both work hand in hand as I repeated it often. But who holds the purse strings? It says here that the woman is hard in business and at home, intransigent?
Yet the romantic songs, of love and disenchantment distraught resonate in all the houses and streets to soften the walls.
Bolivia,
and your children curious, shy, playful, running around, looking for where to put a bush fire (national custom), with a game or a sheep would have lost.
Bolivia,
your salamaleks and courtesies, exaggerated here and very present in toi.Tu put the foot down, don t hassle no frills when you claim something.
Bolivia,
and your people so different that coexist. We go from the Quechua Mamita, quietly selling its chuño market, to the businessman, the tie too tight across the street from a no hurry, through youth fashion in bloom, watching soap operas where the gringos (U.S. or more widely abroad) ripped the heart.
Bolivia,
and your noisy markets, where the smell of meat and API (hot drink made from purple corn, cinnamon and nail giroffle) mingle with the flowers, where the cries of alpagueurs passengers for buses gives way to silence your agrarian communities, perched high in the mountains of heaven, immersed in the dry plains or lost in a lush jungle.
Bolivia, and thy fleeting moments
surreal slices of your life and improbable scenes unfolding before my eyes. This goes in your shorts military in full in the pedestrian streets, machine gun, the men and women of incalculable age, on the backs of the incredible expense and current weight to the bus terminal, to entire families (that's usually a whole lot of people) washing the clothes of the deceased at the river, a glass of chicha (fermented corn) by hand, through the crowded minibus, carrying a mountain of chaos and crew shepherdesses lost the confines of puna (dry vegetation of the Altiplano), trotting down, braids in the wind and the slingshot in hand, uttering strange sounds of in pursuit of his flock ...
If these impressions thrown in pell mell, the reader is full of contradictions, which he knows very well what to make of this earth, c is that he understood the feelings tumultuous lives when I m trying to clarify my digested ideas and emotional disorder traveler s adventure in this country.
Bolivia,
you stay still and always a mystery ...
Good luck and good kiss tender
Ant
0 comments:
Post a Comment