jazz a la mexicana

on the beach, a recurring moment.

they arrive at night. canciones tradicionales de veracruuuuuz...! and the most tuneless guitar i´ve ever heard breaks the silence. dogs howl, cats scurry away, even the insects disappear and shut up for a moment. in disbelief.

gogo! coco! this song doesn´t make any sense at all, is veracruz so insane? but they make me smile. so with pleasure, at the end, to send them away and wish them back tomorrow, i give them a coin, at la dolce vita.

different scene, different bar. la revolución. cool mexican jazz band. grooving away. the crowd want more. i sit. listen. think. think too much. off to the circus.

live reggae, latin rhythms, frantic dancing, dreadlocks shaking, margarita, caipirinha, you dance so well, don´t leave now, international fraternity, hip-hop queen, mexican madness.

so with pleasure, at the end, to send me away and wish me back tomorrow, they give me a smile, at the circus.