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Thursday, February 24, 2011

Good song by Calle 13 called Latinoamérica. 







Calle 13, featuring Totó La Momposina, Susana Baca & María Rit

Soy... soy lo que dejaron
Soy toda la sobra de lo que se robaron
Un pueblo escondido en la cima
Mi piel es de cuero, por eso aguanta cualquier clima

Soy una fábrica de humo
Mano de obra campesina para tu consumo
frente de frío en el medio del verano
El amor en los tiempos del cólera, mi hermano!

Si el sol que nace y el día que muere
Con los mejores atardeceres
Soy el desarrollo en carne viva
Un discurso político sin saliva
Las caras más bonitas que he conocido
Soy la fotografía de un desaparecido
La sangre dentro de tus venas
Soy un pedazo de tierra que vale la pena
Una canasta con frijoles, soy Maradona contra Inglaterra
Anotándote dos goles
Soy lo que sostiene mi bandera
La espina dorsal del planeta, es mi cordillera

Soy lo que me enseñó mi padre
El que no quiere a su patría, no quiere a su madre
Soy américa Latina, un pueblo sin piernas, pero que camina
Oye!

Tú no puedes comprar el viento
Tú no puedes comprar el sol
Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia
Tú no puedes comprar el calor
Tú no puedes comprar las nubes
Tú no puedes comprar los colores
Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría
Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores
Tú no puedes comprar el viento
Tú no puedes comprar el sol
Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia
Tú no puedes comprar el calor
Tú no puedes comprar las nubes
Tú no puedes comprar los colores
Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría
Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores

Tengo los lagos, tengo los ríos
Tengo mis dientes pa' cuando me sonrio
La nieve que maquilla mis montañas
Tengo el sol que me saca y la lluvia que me baña

Un desierto embriagado con peyote
Un trago de pulque para cantar con los coyotes
Todo lo que necesito, tengo a mis pulmunos respirando azul clarito
la altura que sofoca,
Soy las muelas de mi boca, mascando coca

El otoño con sus hojas desmayadas
Los versos escritos bajo la noches estrellada
Una viña repleta de uvas
Un cañaveral bajo el sol en Cuba

Soy el mar Caribe que vigila las casitas
Haciendo rituales de agua bendita
El viento que peina mi cabellos
Soy, todos los santos que cuelgan de mi cuello
El jugo de mi lucha no es artificial
Porque el abono de mi tierra es natural

Tú no puedes comprar el viento
Tú no puedes comprar el sol
Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia
Tú no puedes comprar el calor
Tú no puedes comprar las nubes
Tú no puedes comprar los colores
Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría
Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores
Tú no puedes comprar el viento
Tú no puedes comprar el sol
Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia
Tú no puedes comprar el calor
Tú no puedes comprar las nubes
Tú no puedes comprar los colores
Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría
Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores

Trabajo bruto, pero con orgullo
Aquí se comparte, lo mío es tuyo
Este pueblo no se ahoga con marullo
Y se derrumba yo lo reconstruyo

tampoco pestañeo cuando te miro
para que te recuerde de mi apellido
La operación Condor invadiendo mi nido
Perdono pero nunca olvido
Oye!

Vamos camimando
Aquí se respira lucha
Vamos caminando
Yo canto porque se escucha
Vamos caminando
Aquí estamos de pie

Que viva la américa!

No puedes comprar mi vida...

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

This song has been playing everywhere, all semester. Very catchy.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Here's a clip of the Estudiantina Santa Fe performing in Guanajuato. 

Mariachi

Previous attempts to load the video didn't work, but here we go. A couple weeks ago some of the neighbors in the adjoining apartment building had a big party in the courtyard with a mariachi band. It sounded like it was right outside my room. Just a little reminder I'm in Mexico =)


Here's a video clip, taken from my apartment window

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Sunday afternoon we went to Tlaquepaque, a suburb of Guadalajara.  Our bus was having issues and needed to be fixed, so we (group of 40) took the public bus there. The weather was great most of the trip, but we got caught in a downpour on our way to Tlaquepaque. 






I liked Tlaquepaque -- quaint, with character and lots of little shops (though a bit touristy). 








Torta ahogada ("drowned sandwich")-- a standard in Guadalajara. 











I was going to have the bird pick my fortune -- until the woman
jacked up the price. Sorry birdies -- I don't need to know that bad.














lucha libre 


The girls at El Parián -- plaza surrounded by bars/restaurants
and known for its mariachi


This is the first group that serenaded us -- before a group started playing
right next to them and we couldn't hear anything! 





El Parián


The second mariachi group of the night -- with lots more
personality/character! 


Lilian borrowing the mariachi's violin



























From there we boarded the bus and made the journey back to Mexico City and back to reality! 

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

We left Dolores Hidalgo and proceeded to Guanajuato (the capital of the state of the same name). We ran into a slight complication when we found out there had been a mix up with the reservation and we no longer had rooms there. Fortunately the trip coordinators were able to find us another hotel. By the time we figured out rooms, waited on keys and took our stuff to the rooms, it was almost 11:00 pm -- time for the Grito! 

I could make out the "Viva Mexico! Viva!" but not too much else because of the noisemakers, cheering, etc. At the end they had a structure that lit up with different colored sparklers as well as fireworks. 

The Grito took place in front of the Alhóndiga de Granaditas. The building was originally a granary and later a prison and fort. The Spanish took refuge there in 1810 against Miguel Hidalgo's insurgent troops. 
Juan José Martínez ("El Pípila") approached the building carrying a large stone on his back to protect himself, and set the building on fire. When the four main participants -- Miguel Hidalgo, Ignacio Allende, Juan Aldama and Jose Mariano Jimenez -- were later behaded, their heads were hung from the four corners of the Alhóndiga to discourage other independence movements. The building now houses the Museum of Mexican Independence. 

After the Grito there was live music. We stayed until they finished and then made our way to continue the celebration at on of the bars in town. 


Lots of people at the Grito in Guanajuato.
The Alondiga is in the background. 
View from a hotel balcony

Thursday we had a free day in Guanajuato -- it was by far my favorite city of the trip! After a trip to the internet cafe to cancel my credit cards -- where my gmail account was also hacked =( --we spent the day exploring. 
Steps in front of the Alondiga, view of the colorful houses of
Guanajuato in the background

Inside the Alondiga







The house where Diego Rivera was born

Diego Rivera, magnificent painter, was born
in this house on December 8, 1886.
University of Guanajuato. How would you like to
climb those steps to go to class?




Man making pottery at a Guanajuato art/craft fair

Guanajuato art/craft fair
Teatro Juarez




El Pipila monument

View from El Pipila monument/lookout

Kids (and Lilian) playing soccer on the steps

Teatro Principal

with La Catrina




Teatro Cervantes. Guanajuato hosts the
Cervantes International Festival of the Arts every year









Lots of tunnels in Guanajuato
Callejon del Beso

Callejon del Beso. The legend is that a rich woman lived in the house
on the right and a poor miner in the house on the left.
They fell in love and would meet on their balconies and kiss.
The girl's father caught them and gave them a warning, but they ignored it.
When he caught them again, he killed his daughter. 



Market
I don't remember what these were called but they were tasty! 

Teatro Juarez at night 
Listening to the Callejoneada/estudiantina -- traveling street serenade,
made up of a group of students 

Callejoneada estudiantina 

Callejoneada estudiantina

I loved Guanajuato!! 

 

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