I traveled Mexico for 12 days. I wish I stayed for at least 120 days. I would have spent most of them in Mérida, Yucatán.
This city has been like a huge slap on my cheek, both of them actually. First the right then the left. Have you heard the sound? I can still feel the humming in my hears.
The incredible sensation of a mind awakening reconnecting to the rest of the Universe. Remember Jake Sully in Avatar when he finally bonds his queue to Toruk, the great leonopteryx? In my case I haven’t connected any tail but simply my pupils to the colored and solid textural architecture.
I was astonished in front of the perfection of the imperfection made by the time that corrodes all the substance. Flat architecture of only one storey that wraps you in. Like a primitive men facing his hut. Nothing more simple.
Natural and genuine like the people who live in it. That people who turn this in a ghost city during the day. You can meet them only after the sunset when the temperatures cool off.
Their absence during the day underlines irrevocably the emptiness of space, making the architecture even more alive.
Men and his artefactos, como si fuera la misma cosa: materia con un alma.
La Mérida es así, combinación de la luz con la creatividad de los colores.