. part of the article: ¨Isla Fuerte: fried fish & hypnotic blue sky¨ .
Story written 20 December 2007
. profound, sacred, happy, sad, young, schizodelic South America: one year, one travel, eight countries .
I didn’t go to Venezuela and Paraguay, but I can say this: South America, I followed the bright path wherever my caprices took me. South America, I ignored the instructions for use that came with life. South America, I was inside you more than a tourist. South America, it’s time to say farewell forever.
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Colombia’s a bittersweet symphony, here are my family and friends, who are my homeland. Colombia, Tayrona Park, Guajira State, and Sapzurro Beach: fried fish and Caribbean Paradises. Colombia, although you hurt me, I never stopped loving you.
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Uruguay’s a reddish sun dying in the sky, wind and more wind. “If you don’t like the weather, wait ten minutes”, graffiti wisdom. Uruguay’s a sick blonde, an oxidized smile on people’s faces, campsites, hippies, mate under the full moon. Montevideo, a bandoneon and a name on every streetcorner, a tribute, a destiny.
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Chile’s costly, going through Customs is torture. La Serena Town, materialistic, beautiful, a little chilly; I caught the feel-like-shopping bug. Valparaiso, nostalgia multicolored, a truly unique city. Southern Chile, each night a gala celebration replete with a shower of stars.
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Bolivia sad little girl, Bolivia Mother Earth, Bolivia sacred land of the Indigenous, Bolivia without a sea, Bolivia making faces at the gringos, Bolivia coca-growing, peaceful, schizodelic. Bolivia, a place where you feel part of the Jet Set; a place where you feel you’re the worst garbage in the world.
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Ecuador, latitude zero, butterflies dancing in the air, wild waves, dollarization. In Quito, Bob SquarePants is running for president. In the Amazonian Region, the Indigenous are wearing Gap t-shirts, and Shakira’s Bar is playing radical techno-merengue music. Snow is on the Mount Chimborazo and the children are so wise!
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Brazil, sweet as childhood, immense Brazil. Sao Paulo, Rio de Janeiro, Bahia: sometimes Mafia in the streets, soccer, samba and caipirinha. Brazil, quick sex, fun sex, mandatorily safe sex, full of sand, laughter, and broken promises. Brazil, a green and yellow identity, always music in their souls.
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Peru: Coast, mountains, jungle, shrimp ceviche, sour pisco always cold. Machu Picchu, Gringo’s Disney World. Lima: Grey mountains, bike-cabs, and streets you need faith to cross. I remember your Park of Love: sky, life, alphabet, air that I breathe. Lima, hold me in your memories as tightly as I have held you.
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