, j'aurais pu l'appeler: Philippe, Loro, Amaru, Bertrand, Philippe, encore ... Emmanuelle, Greg, Chris, Alejandro Francisco .... ou pu l'appeler J'aurais Karem, well sûr ... . Il y
has, by this world, some names of legendary cities, which mark my imagination, and where I go, sometimes with a refrain on the lips ... (in Brazil, many ...). And when I leave disappointed (Fortaleaza), or semi-disappointed (Brasilia), as indeed they belong or eventually belong to the fantasy world of those who have sung ... and, ultimately, not mine. (Sorry also, often, and like many other travelers, and see the evils of tourism, but that's another chapter ....)
entered Valparaiso Of course, in this category. But here, the "risk" was smaller. Song sailors, anonymous by nature, she belonged to nobody, or rather it belonged to all those who chose (sometimes suffered ...) the high seas ...." It seems to me that the misery would be less painful in the sun ...."
At this very beautiful "Aznavouriade" I could have, too, paste the name of Valparaiso ......
I arrived at night, and for those who know ... appreciate all of its hills dotted with lights like so many hearts throbbing in the dark is a real delight. In looking at the window was the cargo bay where floating alone in a moonlight benevolent.
Morning n'effaçât the charm and I wandered the colorful streets, was climbing the stairs countless under the sun, under the gaze of a bored cat lurking in the shadows, in the cries of seagulls, and without fatigue or almost As the view ("the" views would be more accurate ...) were beautiful and seemed to make the calf lighter! THE
port, the port that survives, and the Panama Canal failed to completely kill (do not worry!, Developers are responsible for completing the work, as always ...) was in all perspectives visual and going to meet a city as was the case in Salvador de Bahia, which I was almost certainly does not disappoint me ...
They say dangerous, not only in the guides. Chileans encountered almost three years ago, and further south, had me painted a disturbing portrait .... It is, of course, just as all parts of those cities where poverty is flush. See .. this misery, or rather re-known, ie do not despise either with disdain or obsequiousness, is not the solution to be assaulted ?.... That would be too "simple", no doubt ... The chance the naive, the "nose to the wind" (who knows not to say where he sets foot ...), I probably accompanied but in five months, I could only very rarely, had a real sense of insecurity.
And although many who attended, I am not confined to Cerro Concepción "bubble of tranquility ... apparent; (Pacos-cops-, surveillance cameras ....) and "showcase" of this heritage of humanity, where the tourist flows (often by minibus, which only goes down much) and where he goes off claiming to have "seen" Valparaiso.
In five months, would I have taken the soul of Valparaiso?, I do not think so .... And I think less and less. I'm trying to get rid of this idea, as sure as I have never really managed to capture the soul of a France that yet ... What is my contention, then, to imagine understand the soul of a people which I master the language with great difficulty!
But I met a port for which I fell in love, the kindness of Chileans encountered (even if the above list includes many French names ....), met, finally, a "me" that I thought he was dead, definitely.
On my way, I passed sometimes in front of the tombs wearing my name .... I was raising the stone, hopeful, and met there but dust and little by little, hope disappeared. .. And then there was Valpo, and under the slab, a heart beat, weak, no doubt, but that beat and seemed to be mine ....
So this note, I could call it: Philip, Loro, Amaru, Bertrand, Philippe, still ... Emmanuelle, Greg, Christopher, and Francisco Alejandro .... I have called Karem, although sure .... I prefer to call it: Valparaiso, and dedicates its walls, silent witnesses of our meetings.
Esta nota, yo Habrias podido llamarla: Philippe, Loro, Amaru, Bertrand, Philippe, todavia ... Emmanuel, Greg, Christopher, Alejandro, Francisco ... Habrias podido yo llamarla Karem, por supuesto ...
Hay, por este mundo, some names of famous cities, you mark my imagination, and where income, sometimes with a refrain on the lips ... (In Brazil, many ...). And I leave disappointed (Fortaleaza) or semi-disappointed (Brasilia), and it is true that belong or, if they belong to the fantasy universe of those who have sung ... and, ultimately, not mine. (Sorry, too often, and like many other passengers, to see the evils of tourism, but that's another matter ...)
Valparaiso wine, of course, in this category. But here, the "risk" has been reduced. Song of the sea, by its anonymous nature, belonging to no one, or rather, belonging to all those who chose (sometimes suffer ...) the high seas ... "I think that poverty would be less painful in the sun ...".
In this, very pretty, Aznavour song, could also add the name of Valparaiso ...
night I arrived, and for those who know ... all the hills full of lights and throbbing hearts in the dark is a true delight. Bowing to the window, was the harbor where cargo ships floating in a condescending moonlight ...
morning not erase the charm and I walked through the colorful streets, climbing the many stairs, under the sun, in the cries of the gulls, in the eyes of some jaded cat hiding in the shadows, and almost without effort as the view (the "points of view would be more accurate "...) were beautiful and seemed to make the lighter twin.!
port, this port that survives, and the Panama Canal was so far unable to totally kill (do not worry, the developers are going to complete the work, as always ...) was in all points view and I would meet with the city as in the case of Salvador de Bahia, which was almost certainly not disappoint me ...
dangerous is said, not only in the guides. Chile, for almost three years, and further south, had already painted the city, a disturbing portrait ... It is, of course, like all districts of cities where poverty is flush ... see this misery, or rather recognized, ie, no contempt, either with contempt or obsequiousness, this solution not to be assaulted? ... That would be too "simple", no doubt ... The ability of naive, "nose to the wind" (who even knows where to put one foot ...), probably accompanied me, but in five months, only very rarely had a real feeling of insecurity.
And while many of the attendees, I am not limited to the "Cerro Concepción bubble of tranquility ... apparent (Pacos-police- cameras ...) and display the heritage of humanity, where tourists flock (minibus often not down) and when it starts in claiming to have "seen" Valparaiso.
In five months, how have understood the soul of Valparaiso?, Do not think so ... I think less and less. I'm trying to get rid of this idea, it is also true that I have never really managed to capture the spirit of a France that is mine ... That claim, therefore, to imagine the soul of understanding of a people struggling to master the language!.
But I found a port that I fell in love, kindness Chilean met (although the list above includes many French names ...), met, finally, a "me" that I thought dead, definitely.
On my way, I sometimes walked past graves that had my name ... I was raising the stone, full of hope, and there met and dust that slowly erode the hope ... And then in Valpo, and under the slab, a heartbeat, low, no doubt, but hit what appeared to be mine ....
Therefore, this note, I could call: Philippe, Loro, Amaru, Bertrand, Philippe, still ... Emmanuelle, Greg, Christopher, Alexander, Francisco .... I called Karen, of course .... I prefer the name: Valparaiso y la dedico a testigos paredes addition of Mudos nuestros encuentros.
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