Last night I fell in love with Sergio Basurto. A quiet unassuming little man, he’d be invisible on the street. But when he picks up his battered old guitar he is magic. Sergio enchanted the crowd with his nimble fingers and staccato beats at a concert in the Biblioteca. A mixed small crowd of gringos and locals gathered in the Sala Quetzal – an room with amazing murals on all four walls that depict Mayan civilization through the years . It was the perfect setting for Sergio to charm us with his music from many countries – Spain, Portugal, Cuba, Argentina, Chile, Guatemala, and, of course, Mexico. First he made his instrument grieve and mesmerized us with soft, poignant music that told a story even to me who not only doesn’t know music, but doesn’t speak the language of the countries either. Next he lay is guitar aside and charmed us with a Mexican Harp. Ah……..Now I know that angels are not young, blond women dressed in white gowns; this angel was a gentle, little guy with brillo-pad hair wearing baggy blue jeans, and a heart as big as all of Mexico. Sergio finished his performance with songs played and drummed on his guitar using both the strings and the body of the instrument to pound out a beat I felt clear into my bones. I’m sorry I’ve no picture to share. I left my camera in the casa. I should know better. Last night Sergio touched my heart and soothed my soul. He was in my hair, under my fingernails, in my skin. Yep, sorry Norm.....I think I’m in love ….with Sergio. :-)
Besos y abrazos con Mexico!
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