Quotes about Mexico and all things Mexican…
I went to Mexico because it has a magic that does not have any other country in the world…
The heart of Mexico sits in the rain not caring to seek shelter, a blanket of geranium pink drawn up over his silent mouth.
THE CACTUS towers, straight and tall, Through fallow fields of chapparal; And here and there, in paths apart, A dusky peon guides his cart, And yokes of oxen journey slow, In Mexico.
A land of lutes and witching tones, Of silver, onyx, opal stones; A lazy land, wherein all seems Enchanted into endless dreams; And never any need they know, In Mexico
When twilight falls, more near and clear The tender southern skies appear, And down green slopes of blooming limes Come cascades of cathedral chimes; And prayerful figures worship low, In Mexico
Time in Mexico is at times cruel and punishing, but it is never indifferent. It permeated everything, it changes reality. Einstein would have loved Mexico because there time and space are one.
The past seems to infuse into the present, and in the brown, wringled faces of the old people one sees the presence of the past.
In Mexico, I like to walk the narrow streets of the cities and the smaller pueblos, wandering aimlessly, feeling the sunlight, which so distinctively Mexican, listening to the voices, which call in the streets, peering into the dark eyes, which are so secretive and so proud.
[O]ne is never really lost in Mexico. All streets lead to a good cantina. All good stories start in cantinas.
[Mexico] is a country that doesn’t waste anything; everything is recycled … Time recycles in Mexico. Time returns to the past, and the Christian finds himself dreaming of ancient Aztec rituals.
He who does not believe that Quetzalcoatl will return to save Mexico has little faith.