MEXICO
Old clashes with the new, unfortunately, the new doesn't stay new for long,
for in Mexico, the old overcomes and fixates all into a part of the landscape.
This happens with everything in Mexico. The new cars soon are dented and patched, or thrown to the wayside to rust. Houses made of cement and stone grow the green gilded algae and think nothing of that....
Once beautiful Senoritas, with long flowing manes of iridescent black hair, walk the paths of so many of the Senoras before them. Worn and tired of bearing children and tortilla making... wondering if Jose will come home this time with the pesos, or will they be spent in some cantina on some willing dance girl.
Even the trees and brush and flowers seem old. They grow long ranging roots, scalping against the mountainside, hanging onto life where they can.
Year after year, becoming old and fixated.
Convoluted visions of cellphones and internet cafes almost convinces you that there is some progress in Mexico, until you notice no one is using their cell phones. Why? No minutes.....
Mexico will always be, just, Mexico.
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