Street Art en la calle

“War is coming”, said the Poker man. Mexico city. 2021 “Blue, blue my wall is blue…” 🎶. Mexico city. “My name is Pink. My surname? Flamingo.” Bogotá, Colombia. 2021. (c)ourtesy Oscar. Chinelo dancer. Cuernavaca. “Da real thang”. Ahuatepec. The Lady by the highway. By Duek Gonzalez. On the way back to Mexico city. The Peyotl…

The Cat who walks by herself

‘I am the Cat who walks by herself, ‘And all places are alike to me. ‘When I have done that, and between times, ‘When the moon gets up and night comes… ‘I go out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild Trees or the Wet Wild Streets, walking by my wild lone.…

Spit, spat, said the snake*

“O-bla-di-o-bla-da. Life goes on, yeah…” “O-bla-di… Are you sure? That doesn’t sound right. Is it English?” “That’s what I can hear”, I said. “Wait, the lyrics are in the album. Pair of dummies that we are.” “Yeah”, Erik said. “But remember, we agreed the lyrics can only be used as a last resort.” “Right. Let…

A morning walk, Mexico

“A dog day afternoon.” On the 14th of March we decided to launch ourselves to another district where we might get our first vax shot. First centre was packed. We moved over to the other centre in the district. Found a few gems along the way. The Jaguar looked at us and said nothing. Blue…

Time patrol: On the Amazon

On the Amazon, Belém do Pará, Brazil, 1974. Exploring the Amazon was a childhood dream. Read too many books by explorers. The first time I got to the Amazon was in Belén do Parà, at the end of my second Brazil “road trip”, in 1974. Belén means Bethleem in Portuguese. A fascinating choice of name.…

Under the stained glass

By Andrés Rozada Coming up next, a video with shocking images of yesterday’s devastating earthquake in Mexico city. This video shows the enormous destruction caused by the earthquake, which registered 8.5 on the Richter scale. These images were found in the rubble of one of the major buildings torn down yesterday in Mexico city. The…

Back to the Sacred mountain

“My chest is a morning glory, “My song a porous rock, “My soul, a dandelion “The wind tears and blows away.” The Chinelos danced to the Sacred Mountain. The Dragonfly called the Deer She prayed to the Corn God. The Owl opened the door. The Corn was born. The flute player called the budgerigar My…

Asia: back to the future

Royal palace, Bangkok. 2018. Back to the future? In more ways than one, I guess. I was born in the East, in India under its Pakistani guise. (To me the names change, the land and the people not so much.) We then pushed further East to Vietnam, briefly, and Cambodia which we left in ’57.…

“Over” the volcano

March ’91. We’d relocated to Mexico a year before. I worked at an Ad agency, and had decided to “brush up” my scant German. (No relationship whatsoever). So I took classes at the Goethe Institüt. During breaks we talked between classmates. I told about my climb of Mont-Blanc in ’89. As it turned out, Manuel…

Street Art cocktail

Dance brigade. San Francisco. 2016. (We are on a mission here, folks) All you need to disinfect the planet. Bogotá, Colombia. 2020. (c)ourtesy Oscar. The gentleman bird thief. By Bué the warrior, a Belgian artist living in Mexico. Colonia Roma, Mexico city. c. 2018. Fee-lines. Bogotá, Colombia. c. 2018. For Juanito. Penang by bus. Rastafari!…