Like most of my generation, I had my first lessons about nationalism while being forced to both, sing the mexican anthem, and salute our flag every monday morning...for at least 12 years!!. As a result, every time I listen to the mexican anthem I can't help but feel a lump in my throat, and a tear sliding down my cheek =).
However, ever since I was a teenager I decided that if I ever felt like crying, it would be for something I decided myself, not because of something that had been programmed in me. And so, my quest for something to cry for began...
I first tried girls, but I soon realised that very few people outside your family deserve any consideration at all. Soon enough, life gave me the reason, and I first realised what it meant to never see one beloved member of your family again...The following times were all family related, but some years ago I also discovered the effect that music had in me, and it changed my life!. Long story short, I tend to remember the last 10-15 years of my life not by events or people, but by the music that I liked at the time!.
And why do I tell this?. Well, there are some bands that don't speak not me, but to my core, and that sometimes make me feel so overwhelmed, that I can't help but feel a tear sliding down my cheek!. Last week I saw two of these bands live, Sigur Rós and Beach House, and for a moment, I just felt...I dont' know...happy =)...
However, I also kept thinking that this kind of experiences are meant to be shared with someone you (really!) care about. However difficult it is, I'm still looking for that special someone that could appreciate these little things, the way I do...
Será como aquella canción de los años 80,
seré como el tipo que algún día fui.
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