The Rhythms of Life
There’s something about Latin culture that intoxicates. It gets in your blood and creeps into your heart with a new beat and sends it’s rhythm hurtling to the tips of your fingers and toes– maybe even hurtling to the ends of the universe. It pulses in each cappillary, dances on each taste bud, and makes each nerve-ending tingle. Maybe this is what puts that certain wiggle in a woman’s walk: dancing to the rhythms of Latin music just never quite leaves your system.
I spent only two weeks in Guatemala but I will never be quite the same again– and I want to see the rest of Central and South America in a way I hadn’t before. After all, I studied French in school, not Spanish or Portuguese.
A story on NPR yesterday brought it back for me. Listen to this Brazilian folk music, sung in Portuguese by Cristina Branco. Listen to the interview with her on NPR. And feel the rhythm invade your day.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5312568
April 1st, 2006 at 8:13 pm
Ooh. That sounds fun. I’ll follow that link. Good hanging out with you last night!! The kid was slandering the prinicpal and his wife, so he got expelled. I LOVED it.
April 3rd, 2006 at 11:55 pm
I understand. Years ago, I went to Ecuador. I didn’t want to leave, I vowed to return, I long to go back. It was full of beauty and of pain, life and suffering, simplicity and mystery; a place with time for hard work and play, and easy rest.
Thanks for the reminder.