Places have their magic...

Their personality...

Places that have been around more, have more to show... More to build on... Darker corners, which means of course brighter spots... Stronger magick and the corners whisper more stories... We can hardly ever understand what those whispers say... We can, usually, feel what they mean... We can feel comfortable in the spot... Or we can get "goose bumps" up our necks and want to get the heck out of somewhere...

They grow kind, or bitter, depending on the life they have had to put up with... On the things they have seen... On how much hope they have on us humans...

... One of such places, full of magick and contrasts, of stories and whispers in the air, is Mexico...

It's a tune I have been used to all my life... A beat I was living with in a way that it was in my blood stream... In a way I didn't noticed...

Then came Canada... And with Canada, came being away from Mexico. From it's vibe and magic... With Canada too, came the discovering of a "newer" land... Where old buildings have less than 80 years and the urban rules are still being defined... The land of the "things to be"... While Mexico, for a while, has been a land of the "things that are"...

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When I went to Mexico for Christmas... Meh... Too many other things on my mind... I guess...

Now?...

Well... I just came back from that old magic, into this "cleaner slate"... Canada, as awesome as it may be, all of a sudden fells a little dull... Yes yes... I can cross the streets safely at 3:00 am... It's nice... But I guess I understand now why girls get bored when they take their boy for granted... When there is no challenge...

Yes... Canada has "some" flavor... Don't get me wrong. And the multicultural aspect adds a lot to it... But still...

The things I feel now of Mexico, the way I see it?... I still lack words to describe it...

People are not "nice"... They are warm... Sincere... They will talk to you on the bus stop, or make chit chat on the taco stand... You may be driving around an area where you fear your car may be stolen... Just to walk to an awesome Pub full of life, good music, smiles and people having a legitimate good time... Where energy feels freaking awesome... Besides, it's always good to come back and see your car is still there...

... Heh...

I am talking nonsense...

I guess, what matters... I love my country... I really do.

A few months, I admit, I would say "I don't think so" when people asked me if I would return to Mexico after my masters... Now?... Well... As I saw last year, things can change SO MUCH in so little time... I don't know where life will really take me...

But Mexico?... OF COURSE!...

Lets see where the road takes me... But I am happy to admit, I would merrily end up back there... Maybe that is all Canada had to teach me, that home is indeed, the sweetest place on earth...

Then again...

Europe comes soon... ;-)

Cheers...

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pd. FELL by Warren Ellis is probably the best comic I have read in quite a while... Makes me want to get back into writing and drawing and art... Makes me wish comics where, at this point, more than something I read now and then... Here is the #1 online... Piece of art.