and Nobody Seems To Like Him,
they Can Tell What He Wants To Do
and He Never Shows His Feelings
but The Fool On The Hill Sees The Sun Going Downand The Eyes In His Head See The World Spinning `round.
he Never Listens To Them
he Knows That They`re The Fool
they Don`t Like Him.
the Fool On The Hill Sees The Sun Going Downand The Eyes In His Head See The World Spinning `round.-The Beatles
Listening to the...
Old or young, tired or wild,
we found the people of Nicaragua to be full of a quiet strength and warmth,
and while curious eyes and solem faces sometimes followed us in place of smiles,
we were on the whole, struck by the generosity and openness of the people we met along the way.
We gave these kids a bit of change and some fried cheese my brother was eating.
I started to walk away to find another beer and to forget about them. Instead, I found myself standing across the street from them, watching. I wanted something from them.
They were handsome, with intelligent eyes. And gifted actors as well - their faces and actions fleeting quickly and effortlessly through a range of emotions. Some real, some contrived.
They lived on the street. Their teeth were rotting and they had swollen scars in strange places. One of them wore a glittery lace purse...
Amidst all the hedonistic revelry of Carnival I found time to sit, converse (in a mix of Spanish, Portuguese and sing language), and pass the camera around with a few different groups of kids. Why? I don't know. Maybe because kids like to play as much as I do. Maybe because I'm still stuck somewhere between a 'kid' and a 'grownup'. Maybe because their eyes reflect a world devoid of the cynicism with which I sometimes see it (see last post). Or maybe it's their curiosity that I find most refreshing.
"For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction."
While all the revelry of Carnival certainly didn't create a negative reaction of equal proportions, it did throw the daily lives of the homeless into stark contrast with the joyously carefree world surrounding them.
