a moment in time

A city sat on the palm of a furious hand. Closer to God yet further from humanity. The weather in tone with the attitude of the locals: a constant change between rainy and sunny, depressive and euforic. I left after the diasapointing results of an election that extended the reign of an abusive goverment. Now, in this town i feel at peace for a moment. A town where time stays still, where the heat is intence and the mosquito peals your skin. Tamalameque: my on personal Macondo.