Library "Sebastián Lerdo de Tejada"

Yesterday I went downtown with my dad, and it was such a sunny and beautiful day and I had such a good time. I rarely go downtown, and it's not because I live in the suburbs, but because it is usually full of people and noise and... too much life... and if I have no reason for going, then I don't.

Oh, I live in Mexico city, one of the biggest cities in the world, full of life and chaos everywhere, so there's  no need to travel a lot to find it, and you find yourself or accepting it, or trying to avoid it. We usually call this caothic but amazingly beautiful zone full of people and places,and history, and surprises around every corner, and mavelous buildings and stories... "el centro".

So Yesterday I went to "el centro" with my dad and walked for almost 5 hours without rest, and I found a building I liked, as it was a bit different from the rest having a small square in front of it, and being really old. I thought it was a church as it looked like one, but no, it wasn't. My dad told me it was a library, very beautiful in the inside, so I told him: "oh, please, let's go inside! Just for a little while!" So we went inside and I was astonished: an explosion of colors in the walls, really well lit from above, (daylight and artificial light, amazing!) and so well cared, and the floors were so pretty!

Name: Biblioteca Miguel Lerdo de Tejada
Adress: República de El Salvador 49,
            Centro Histórico. C.P. 06080
            Delegación Cuauhtémoc
Tel: 3688 98 37 y 3688 98 33
Contact: biblioteca_lerdo@hacienda.gob.mx
Link: http://www.hacienda.gob.mx/cultura/museo_virtual_biblioteca_lerdo/index.htm



Next time, I'll definitely take my camera for some pics of mine (this pics were from flickr) and I will absolutely stay much more time than this.

Hugs and kisses and a lovely weekend!!!!

Lágrimas arcoiris/Rainbow tears

Las lágrimas son iridiscentes, como un charco de aceite derramado en el piso de un estacionamiento o calle vieja, rota y abandonada llena de baches y hoyos. Ambos son iridiscentes a la luz del sol.

Cuando lloras y en tus pestañas quedan esas lágrimas que no mató el pañuelo, que no mancharon tu cara y corrieron tu maquillaje volviéndose negras. Cuando lloras y te acuestas bajo el sol, esperando que el astro pueda calentarte y llenar el hueco oscuro y frío que sientes. Cuando ves el sol de reojo, por entre las pestañas, dejando que te deslumbre y escapando de su luz. Cuando te hundes en tu mundo de pensamientos y lágrimas, justo en ese momento, puedes ver arcoiris en tus pestañas, en líneas o gotas, muy cerca de ti y a la vez lejos, sin poder ubicarlas.

En este momento, los colores que te revelan y que ves al llorar te hacen dar cuenta de que no fue tan malo. No es tan malo. Nada es tan malo.

Tears are iridiscent, like a pot of oil spilled on the floor of a parking lot, or old, broken, and abandoned street, full of holes. Both are iridiscent with sunlight.

When u cry and in your eyelashes remain those tears that the handkerchief could not kill, that didn't spoiled your face, and ruined your make up becoming black. When you cry and lie down under the dun, waiting that the star can heat you up and fill in the cold and dark hole you feel. When you get deep into your world of thoughts and tears, just in that moment, you can see a rainbow, way to the pot of gold, way to happiness. You can see the rainbow in your eyelashes, in lines or drops, very close to you and at a time far away, wihtout being able to locate them.

In that moment, the colos that they reveal you, and that you see when crying make you notice it was not so bad. It is not so bad. Nothing is so bad.

Obscuridad /Darkness

La oscuridad siempre significa lo desconocido, lo oculto, lo misterioso, aquello escondido que anhelamos, o aquello que tememos. Todo se encuentra en la oscuridad.

Cuando la luz lo revela, las cosas puede decepcionarnos, sorprendernos, asustarnos o calmarnos. En la luz nos sentimos seguros, pero nos gusta escondernos en las sombras. Necesitamos esra dualidad.

¿Qué pasa cuando la dualidad se presenta? Cuando el espacio lo inunda la oscuridad, y la luz es sólo un recuadro inalcanzable?

La luz brillante nos llena de esperanzas, de sentimientos positivos, se convierte en una metáfora donde podemos encontrar de dònde asirnos cuando estamos inmersos en las sombras.

Las sombras no siempre son malas, en ocasiones ocultan a los demás, nos hacen sentir en peligro, en un abismo sin salida, donde no podemos ver la puerta aunque estè justo junto a nosotros, pero en otras ocasiones, las sombras pueden ser protectoras, nos esconden y nos abrazan, no nos muestran a todos cuando no queremos salir.

Ambas, luz y sombras, son metáforas que tenemos en la cabeza sin siquiera darnos cuenta, metàforas que llevamos a la vida real y nos ayudan a seguir adelante, o a disfrutar lugares y obras de arte.

Darkness has always mean the unknown, the hidden, the misterious, that concealed that we aspire to, or we fear of. Everything is found on darkness.

When light reveals it, things can be disappointing, surprising, scarying, or calming. In the light we feel sure, but we like to hide in the shadows. We need that duality.

What happens when duality appears? When the space is flooded by darkness and light is just an unreachable shape?

The bright light fulls us with hopes, positive feelings, itbecomes a metaphore where we can find where to grab when we are immerse in the shadows.

Darkness is not always bad. Sometimes, it hides others, it makes us feel in danger, in a deep abism with no way out, where we cannot see the door even if it is next to us. But in other ocassions, shadows can be protective, they hide us and hug us, they don't show us to others if we don't want to go out.

Both, light and shadow, are metaphores that we have in out head without even realizing it, metaphores that we take to real life and help us to go on, or to enjoy places and art pieces.

Sol /Sun

La luz solar es muy diferente en todo el mundo y durante todo el año, lo más chistoso es que no lo notas hasta que te tomas el tiempo de observar y de sentir. Hoy el sol puede ser molesto, y mañana te quejas de la lluvia y al día siguiente disfrutas ambas condiciones dependiendo de tu actividad, ubicación y estado de ánimo. Una playa soleada es mejor que una lluviosa, sobretodo cuando estás de vacaciones, pero la lluvia se agradece en la ciudad cuando los últimos días han sido sumamente calurosos. A pesar de esto, nunca nos damos realmente cuenta del sol, y la luz que nos da. Lo damos por sentado, y nos quejamos cuando hay cambio a horario de verano o viceversa porque hay algo que cambia.

Después de un año en un país donde puedes entender lo que es la oscuridad, o ver atardeceres de una hora a las 11 de la noche, aprendes a disfrutar y entender la luz de sol de tu ciudad.

Antes de irme aprendí a ver los colores del día dependiendo de la luz y enamorarme de la luz de antes del atardecer, que es dorada y le da a la vida una chispa de oro antes de que vengan los colores que anuncian las tinieblas.

Hay momentos a lo largo del día tan hermosos como este, si tan solo aprendes a observar.

Es otoño y el sol en México es potente. Te quema, te duele, te arde si te atreves a atravesarte en su camino. Es un sol que amas y del que huyes, que cuando oscurece (temprano ahora porque el horario de verano, conjugado con las estaciones del año, ha dado de resultado un oscurecer a las 6 y media de la tarde) extrañas.

La luz solar, cálida y dorada, nos acaricia a diario. Si no está lo extrañamos y si está le huímos, pero nunca la abandonamos, no importa la hora, no importa el lugar.

Sunlight is very different all over the world, and all over the year. The funniest thing of all is that you don't notice it until you take your time for observing and feeling.

Today the sun can bother you, and tomorrow you complain about the rain, and the next day you enjoy both conditions depending on your activity , ubication, and mood. A sunny beach is much better than a rainy one, specially when you are on vacation, but rain is deeply apreciated in the city when the last days have been extremely hot. Even though, we never really notice the sun, the light it gives us. We take it for granted, and complain when there is a change of time due to the summer schedule, or viceversa, because there is something that changes.

After a year in a country where you can understand darkness, or see sunsets lasting one hour at 11pm, you learn to enjoy, and understand sunlight in your city.

Before leaving to Sweden, I learnt to see the colors around the day depending on the light and getting in love with the light before sunset, the golden light that gives life a golden sparkle before the colores that preced the darkness arrive.

There are moments all along the day so beautiful like this one, if you only learn to observe.

It's autumn, and sun in Mexico is poweful. It burns you, it hurts you, it goes deeply into your skin if you dare to get on his way. It is a sun that you love and from which you run away, a sun that you miss when you're in the darkness.

Sunlight , warm and ggolden, touches us everyday. If it is not, we miss it, and if it is, we run away from him, but we never leave him, no matter the time, no matter the place.