This article and this video are dedicated to all the street musicians in the world, especially those from Madrid, because without them, the streets run the risk of losing their joy.
There is a language that we all understand, a way in which man is recognized as a species, a form of universal joy: music. I want to close this 2013 with a song of joy, because what is coming it is better than we caught dancing, in case.
I can't conceive a trip without songs, why, now that an impertinent year is dying, I prefer to share with you a mixture of celebration and nostalgia. I want to give voice to the landscapes and look back, for a time, to feel yes, that it was worth being there, that everything has a remedy as long as the marimbas sound and the women of the world dance. I need to stop the step, It will pass soon I promise, but I am nostalgic and today I take stock of the path.
Nothing stops a guitar, because music is an outburst of the human being, a poetic need to express that we are alive.
Then I realize that nothing stops a guitar, because music is an outburst of the human being, a poetic need to express that we are alive. If I have to choose, I'll keep everything, with the spasms of the Himbas in Namibia, with the haughty sadness of Argentine tango, with the rave of drums in Zambia, with the prickly pear of Morelia or the torn cry of Sevillian flamenco. I'll stick with the mariachis and their hats, with the accordions of Vladivostok, I stay with the dancing children of Belize and the elderly of Swaziland, with the slender mulattas of Cartagena de Indias or the sad clarinets of Saint Petersburg. everything makes sense, maybe because music cannot be explained and the whole world sometimes needs to shout without saying anything.
For this 2014, I suggest you turn up the music and lower the car windows, sing without remedy, dance with strangers and you didn't want to understand anything. Music is reliable, There are never any second intentions when you lose your footing..
Music is reliable, There are never any second intentions when you lose your footing..
I wanted “The Voice” to be the one to say goodbye to this section this year, since Frank Sinatra is everyone's voice, and each one, “in their own way”, invent new sadness or challenges.
We have a blank sheet of paper in front of us., because the new year is yet to come, Let's paint maps and illusions, let's go out into the street to walk unseen corners, Let's explore impossible routes, why not?? The world is there, waiting for us with the tom tom of their drums. and nobody, never, never, will take away what we have experienced.
So, as, friends of Trips to the Past, get rid of fear, without complexes and dance traveling, that the world will understand you.
¡¡FELIZ 2014!!
