Taxco ~ February 29, 1988
. . . .As I gaze up at the multi-level balconies and terraces of the many buildings in this town, all piled up one upon the other as if in a maze, I long to occupy one for even a short period of time - to stay, to feel the true rhythm of Taxco, to eat fresh fruits, breads and vegetables from the local vendors each day - to study the people. I envision my own dressing table with silver mirror above, painted jewelry box upon its smooth wooden surface - open my window out to the sweet mountain breeze, sun streaming in, canary song. This is Taxco - a city so fine. Yet, from its heights, as you climb above the center of town, forget not its poor, the people of older days and its children who will continue to struggle. Beyond all of its many silver shops, beyond all of its finery, its polished cobblestone, its rich atmosphere - exists a basic and simple way of life which is the common thread of Mexico.
Friday, June 1, 2012
"But soon we shall die . . .and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning."