Days like yesterday, cloudy and slightly, but perennially rainy, they are a gift. They change the color of the world and in them you can find certain wonders more easily, such as finding music living on the bridgesthe many bridges of our Culiacan. Because there are even bridges under bridges, as is the case of the Morelos bridge; With its silences and pauses, people walk like musical notes on lined paper, walking, or in cars and trucks, the occasional person on a bicycle and depending on the perspective, even a bird that traces a silence within the wonder. All of this, of course, from a certain distance, as if looking at a painting by Alfred Sisley, because if you look closely you may find one with broken beams under one or another bridge, as has already happened. Or, as happened to me a few years ago, in February like today, right on the pedestrian bridge under the Morelos bridge that did not have a section and I almost fell into the void. It would have been ugly. Maybe too much. But it didn't happen and it turns out that soon Culiacan It will have new bridges, some elevated, because as published in a recent interview, new road works are planned to relieve our hopeless traffic, and several bridges are planned. Although there remain particular points of each infrastructure yet to be seen, in the clarity of my gaze I am already beginning to see myself on those new elevated bridges, as if on the southern peripheral of my beloved Mexico City, some afternoon, perhaps cloudy, I would walk as I have walked.
And sometimes you need to visualize, to imagine beautifully. And I don't mean that the list of Morena candidates is out, but really to visualize the best of possible futures, and not in a Panglossian way but in a real way. Just a few days ago I found a book at home from 1994 that portrays the Sinaloa of that time. The copy was given as a gift by the brilliant culichi store Serchas, which I will write about some afternoon. It is one of those books of advertorial interviews with businessmen who pay for them, a Sinaloa that I saw when I was learning to read, a fresh Sinaloa like a score in which music is about to be born. There is talk about a lot of topics and companies. The section on universities is even signed by our current governor, Dr. Rocha Moya.
Because we could have written better and we didn't. There is still some joke, but it requires an almost impossible synergy. It really is beautiful to see that Sinaloa that is no longer but still is!
It is beautiful to imagine, well directed that gives reflection, a small light that can redefine the world itself. That's exactly what the last (mini) series I saw, A Little Light: Protecting Anne Frank, is about. The story of everything that Anne Frank could not see, much less experience from her confinement with her family, but that resonates in the pages of her diary because of what they heard from Miep Gies and the other people who were hidden from them from the Nazis a long time ago. eighty years in that city of so many bridges, those really beautiful ones, which is Amsterdam. It follows the life of that woman, Miep Gies, who lived just over a hundred years, from the failing post-war Vienna from which she had to leave, – adopted and sick, – to save her life, until some time after the end of the Second World War, when only one of the people who hid for more than two years returned after surviving the concentration camps and the diary was published, as a small light so as not to forget. A great miniseries, ideal for these somewhat cloudy days of February.
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