the Caribbean hosts South America’s future

angelos en el cemetario de Buenos Aires--angels in Buenas Aires cemetary

angelos en el cemetario de Buenos Aires--angels in Buenas Aires cemetary

marcela, an angel-yoga teacher in Buenos Aires

marcela, an angel-yoga teacher in Buenos Aires

it was a pleasure to see Obama smoozing with all those black-suits and two sets of red power-suited women heads of state, in Trinidad this week. instead of not relating, Obama’s head-on method is to meet and greet everyone, even Hugo Chavez (Venezuela) and Evo Morales (Bolivia), the two heads of state that have uncomfortably close ties to Castro’s Cuba, which was the only country not represented at this meeting.

perhaps things will open up with cuba? people are wondering what action will come next? I think Obama’s unloosening the previous Bush-imposed restrictions is a wonderful first step. Using the embargo as a “trump card” for future negotiations is what diplomatic relations are made of, and Obama is no slouch when it comes to extending his hand, even to previously-thought of enemies of democracy. Three cheers for Barack!

Seeing the two women heads of state, Christine Kirchner of Argentina and Michelle Bachelet of Chile, made me think of the synchronicity of life. Isn’t it bizarre that these are the two countries i’ve just come back from visiting, among so many in South America? Situated side by side, Chile and Argentina, headed by females, are powerful countries and it will be interesting to see how the two women’s different governments take the next steps necessary in democratizing that area of the world even more. From previously oppressive dictatorships to newly declared capitalist democracies, Argentina and Chile will be watched closely by all in the world.

Here’s a few shots from our recent trip through the Andes, which forms the border between these two important places. Such magnificent scenery…if only the hearts of humanity could be as heart-warming as the majesty of the mountains…and as rock-sure steadfast.

from darkness...into the Light

from darkness...into the Light

a hint of what's to come, the Andes!

a hint of what's to come, the Andes!

ohmygod! what planet is this?

ohmygod! what planet is this?

potillo, on the Chilean-Angentinian border

potillo, on the Chilean-Angentinian border

nature's throb sets our spirits soaring

nature's throb sets our spirits soaring

Mother Mary watching out, in Santiago

Mother Mary watching out, in Santiago

in the Light, lordflea

keeping balanced in Buenos Aires

hola mis amigos, here we are, our last day in buenos aires, where the men are handsome as hearthrob movie stars and the women are as stylish as parisian haute couture.  of all the places i´ve travelled to in the world, and i haven´t seen much of it, this city reminds me more of paris and new york combined.  the streets are congested and the stores abundant as in new york, yet the people are over-the-top fashionable as in paris, Vogue-ing their way down the hibiscus-lined streets in polished shoes (los hombres) and sky-high heels (las mujeres). the greatest thing of all, though, as an American travelling, is … to see no, and i mean NO OBESITY. everyone here is slim, or perhaps a little plump, but nowhere do you see the tremendously disconcerting fatties that line the streets of america from portland, oregon to portland, maine.

i was happy to recently read in the new york times that high fructose corn syrup, the culprit many consider to blame for the epidemic of obesity and also, i read, ADD  in countless American children, is being taken off the market by many more conscious-minded manufacturers. thank you so much. i hope Congress will step to the plate soon and outlaw this corn syrup, which, along with fast food, has ruined the health of so many and caused our nation to be one of BIGness instead of enLIGHTedness.

i´ve been editing my book in my hotel room as my consort Carter goes off for business appointments with his young protege Mike from Minneapolis, who speaks better spanish than me, but not as sympatico as carter.  in between edits i´ve been blessed to connect to a most unusual yoga teacher, marcela, who has a devoted following here in BA where she´s taught hatha yoga for over twenty years.  i have great photos to share with my readers when i return to st. augustine and download them onto my computer, so hang in there!

i am again realizing how lucky we are to live in a place like America, where democracy is almost taken for granted. of course we´ve heard of all the coups and dictatorships in south america´s long troubled history…but i never realized to what an extent the treachery of totaliarianism has affected this country of Argentina, as i´m sure it has in many other places  around the globe i´m still not hip to.

in argentina, beginning in the mid-seventies up until the early eighties over 30,000 people, las personas perdidad, ¨the disppeared, the lost people,¨ were ´gone, without a trace, so to speak—just like that!!–believed to have been killed by … ¿¿¿¿ quien sabe???? ¿¿¿¿Who Knows????  No one knows, people say when i ask, bewildered by such an atrocity. of course all these people were done away with. Killed. Their bodies hidden. Some were discovered in pieces, by my friend Marcela, who was so freaked by witnessing the killing of her dear friends that she fled for her life. others were not so lucky, they were killed, disappeared. All this unsolved, unknown, completely mysteriously, surreptitious killing happened during the dictatorship that came after the Perons. who were the targets? the artists, the writers, the thinkers, the progressive types who ask, still to this day, for the politicians to not be so greedy, to look after those who can´t provide food for their families, those who are not able to have an education even if they wanted it.

today there is still much sadness, anger, resentment, denial, and remorse. recovery is slowly going on here in argentina about the disappeared people. marcela, who is today in her fifties, tells me that NONE of her friends are alive today that she grew up with, hung out with when she grew up here in buenos aires. she came from a very respected Buenos Aires family (as che guevara did also) and was an alternative type as a young woman, but a dedicated spiritual yogini today.  but back in the 70´s she was a singer, a performer, and like many of her friends who disappeared, she protested publicly about the unfair practices of the dictatorship at the time.  only because marcela´s father was a military man, albeit a retired one, was she saved when the killings and disappearances began.  wisely, she left argentina and didn´t return until the regime had been overthrown, and the disappearances stopped, in the mid eighties. i don´t have the information yet of what the names of those in control during this dictatorship, those who are to blame for these sins against humanity.  but i  when i do i will share them.  meanwhile, anyone who knows, please leave your comment below and share with us what you know about any of these lost souls, these 30,000 killed for believing in freedom of speech, freedom of expression, freedom of living reasonably, without undue restraints.

today BA is undergoing a transformation as we all are in the world. Everyone looks to Obama´s administration, and to him in particular, to lead the world in its struggle to regain the dignity of our humanity, lessening the noose of oppression and tyranny, whether its origin stems from corrupt politicians only interested in fattening their own pockets, or religious finantics that want the entire world to operate under their particular code of morality, rather than embrace the plurialism of a healthy, tolerant world-view.

i´ve been impressed by all the public art here. everywhere you go is another statue, most of them to commemorate someone who was important enough to warrant all that bronze (politicians mostly, sadly) but every now and then i´ve found some that honor the indigenous, the myths that keep the spirit of humanity alive, even in adversity, and even a whimsical notion now and then—like the HUGE mechanical ¨flower of the sun,¨ la flora del sol, which is about seventy feet tall, made of stainless steel, and duplicates the look and action of a colossal hibiscus flower–opening and closing its gigantic petals as the sun crosses the horizon. wow, now that´s public art!!

so much more to share about–the food, the music, the tango, the smiles of everyone´s faces, the plays, theater, concerts (Radiohead played last night, Peter Gabriel the night before), but this is all for now. Buenos noches, mis amigo del alma.

in the Light, en la luz, lordflea (photos and more to come upon our return! enjoy the videos at right of post if you like)

yoga in buenos aires

here we are in argentina, where a woman is president and people are not that affected by the global economic crunch, i´m told,  but unfortunately the aires in buenos aires (good airs) is NOT buenos…because of the pollution, which in spanish is the more graphic word, contaminacion. here the people are lovely, and i mean not just in looks but in manners. everyone smiles and looks you in the eye. there is absolutely NO obesity also, which is perhaps the most startling contrast between this place and everywhere else you go to in America these days. <people, stop eating junk!! here people eat a lot of beef but it has hardly any fat, due to the fact that it apparently is grass fed, as opposed to the american grain’fed cattle, or worse,given feed loaded with chemicals, appetite’enhancers, etc.

i´m meeting the ex wife of an old friend of mine´whom i don´t know, who happens to be a yoga teacher here in buenos aires. we will together visit an ancient, very respected cemetary right next to my hotel, where peron himself is buried. perhaps eva too, but i don´t know that yet.  then i´ll be taking my friend´s yoga class, which of course will be in spanish. mi espanol es mucho mas mejor que el otros tiempos en los  pays espagnoles.

we rented bicycles, something Carter and i love to do wherever we go. biking around is the best way to check out a new place. i recommend everyone does that, in order to vibe out what´s really happening in a new place, whether it´s a city or a rural place, in a new country, or just in another part of your county. if a bike is available this is the most fun way to cover a lot of ground and see the sort of places usually only the daring adventurous locals get to see. when we travel we don´t head for the shops, bars, eateries or galleries or museums, but to the back streets, the docks, the alleys and unheralded places where the working people hang, or the outer edges of the city, where you can see how a city is put together, by the trains, trucks and ships that come and go. but then, carter and i are sailors and we love to be where the underbelly of a place thrives, rather than where the deals are. so many people who travel seem to go some place just to get a deal. who cares, not me. i go for the stories each person has in their eyes, or the way the streets are lined up, which plants grow there and which don´t, rather than what all the famous artists who have died or are even still alive, have depicted life in their country to be, or what their inner sentiments are. i´d rather make up my own mind than to be influenced by others´art. but then…this is an artist speaking, an person who considers writing to be word’painting, and images in collaboration with establishing a deeper connection to the Inner Self.

no pictures today, or any of my drawings, but i hope you take this opportunity to look over some of the older posts in lordflea. wishing you a great day. how do you like the way i´ve used this spanish keyboard…where i can´t even find the question mark…

in the Light, lordflea, from buenos aires, where we stay for a few more days before heading to cordoba, close to chile.