Simply click Lima 2011, the city of all it already. Wake up. Avívate. Much thought and little writing. Neither the anniversary of Lima was such a complicated issue. So do not get lost in speculations and quickie just drawn your thousand words. Nobody will believe this story that do not have what you need inspiration or a muse. That's nonsense, cheap, sentimental romanticones free verse poets and without love.
You're not a poet or pretend to be. Huachafo silly and maybe ... oh, excuse me for leaving you in evidence, but getting to the point, I do not know why I get so. What a way to complicate. If it's so easy to start with that which was founded on January 18, 1535 by English conquistador Francisco Pizarro and, always, is called the City of Kings or Three Times Crowned Villa.
It's that simple. Then you color your paragraphs with reference to Taulichusco, the last chief of the valley of Rimac, Nicolas de Ribera "Old", the Mayor, to Pancho Fierro and his watercolors customs, the enigmatic clogged, the bystanders and heralds of revolutions zanguito and hot, the Creoles who armed themselves with their guitars jaranas tremendous and drawers.
And if you're looking to fill space to finish fast, composing on Mandingo inga and even ... and that is all there, everything has been and will be in Lima manor in cosmopolitan Lima in the provincial Lima. A city that is fog and wind, which is nostalgia and hope, which is joy and suffering, which is love and hate.
What do! That you can not put in a birthday note, you will be as a spoiler. Besides, who the hell is interested in your vision or your conflicts with the city you were born. That you've had enough time to time and you run away when they can not stand his motorized anarchy, their dull skies, their horns and haste, its daily tragedies.
Better still, I am recommending that this text is not a disaster. Look, after the foundation, it is essential that highlights that expressed their monumental architecture colonial churches and convents, mansions and manor houses of very precious balconies, the Historic Center of Garden City , Another of its nicknames, "was declared a World Heritage Site by Unesco in 1988,
You also have to specify which was the largest city of the colonial era, which is the only South American capital with a view to sea, which is home to more than eight million people, which holds remains embedded in his face prehispanic urban and ... ah, right, like not mentioning here is delicious eaten in restaurants, carts, market stalls and a host of huariques.
Overall, the cuisine is trendy and even the most puritanical and bigoted is tempted to fall hopelessly in the capital sin of gluttony, when he has to face a plate of ceviche, a cause, a mixed beef, kebabs or a portion of a fine purple mush, like the cloth of the Lord of Miracles, the pattern of capital that was angola painted by a black, a wall of Pachacamilla neighborhood.
Dress is papayita, piece of cake, my brother. Garnish a little and go. And change the face of the wake. In the end, put what you put, nothing will change, liking it and the metropolis will bother you. You will continue feeling happy every time you leave and on return, you'll realize that you return to your place in the world, streets and places that are or feel yours. Here are your most precious memories.
Be honest. Lima not want to write, you write about your Lima. That you began to learn from a balcony in Jesus Maria, scampering in the Plaza San José or in the Champ de Mars, learning in 1100, a school that no longer exists, entering with your parents in the Fence in University Park, Central market in Chinatown and the Government Palace with its changing of the guard.
In your memories have boards or Taulichusco, no clogged or criers. There are walks along the Costa Verde on Sunday afternoons. There is cotton candy in the park of legends or Home Fair. Trips are suspended from the bracket on the 2 and 37, but also there are blackouts and bombings. Candles are lit. Lamparines lights dim.
News of deaths in a country that is bleeding. Are painted and flags, and military terrucos on the campus of San Marcos. Lectures, demonstrations, explosions. Management operations. The first chronicles. Love and its disappointments in squares accomplices. The discovery of the sleepless nights with its bars and huariques. Boleros bartenders, drunk bustle, the sawdust on the floor. Toast and hangovers.
And the city grows, expands, gets into the hills and sandy, with indifference, reluctantly, to the thousands displaced by the conflict. Lima change, changes, becomes a metropolis that is mobilized and mototaxi combi, dance cumbia and huayno. It is no longer the Kings. Is millions of Peruvians without crowns, migrants, entrepreneurs and Achor, of street and pointers.
This city of contrasts is celebrating its anniversary and you had to give her a thousand words, but did not know how. So I recommended that you stay in the historic and in tourism. It's as easy as you said. It's what everyone does, try to convince you. And I was making until your feelings flourished and heart beat to reason, then, the beats became words and memories.
And you, you're a fool and a huachafo, involving prefer to complicate your feelings for that city from which so often run away, tired of problems and dramas, denying their shortcomings and inequalities but knowledge that they will return, because beyond your fury and rancor, is the place where born, where probably die.
