PachaMama
Cuzco - Peru » Alt. 3500m
Depois de uma viagem muito peculiar de autocarro até Puno, daquelas que nos fazem adorar e desesperar com estas paragens, apanhei um comboio de 10 horas até Cuzco, atraves de belissimos vales com subtis cambiantes de vegetacao, e a inevitavel ansiedade de chegar. Cuzco era a capital Inca, e um lugar central em muita da mitologia pre-colombiana. Sabia tambem que este era o trampolim para Machu Picchu, que a par do Salar de Uyuni, se cotavam como os meus apeadeiros de eleicao.
Num dos dias que passei em Cuzco, celebrava-se um feriado catolico. Embora ainda ache um pouco bizarra esta devocao a um Deus e a uma religiao que lhes foi imposta, a verdade eh que a cidade estava linda, inundada de milhares de turistas e nativos que celebravam a ocasiao com cores, vida e tradicao.
Cuzco deixou-me impressoes contraditorias, pois se a sua arquitectura, plena de herancas Incas e coloniais, lhe confere uma beleza so igualada nas montanhas que a rodeiam, a verdade eh que, ao contrario da Bolivia, esta sufocada com turistas, e isso compromete-lhe muito do charme.
Um dos passeios mais interessantes foi atraves do Vale Sagrado, uma regiao rica em historia e cultura, com ruinas fascinantes que quase apontam o caminho para Machu Picchu. Pergunto-me intrigado, como foi possivel que meia duzia de espanhois liderados por Pizarro, de cavalo e com a cruz as costas, tenham levado de vencido todo um exercito Inca, no mais arduo e exigente dos terrenos, nas mais adversas condicoes? Nao que as investidas espanholas nos sejam estranhas a nos Portugueses... acho que eh tudo uma questao de padeiras com cojones!.. ;) Nobre povo.
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Cuzco - Peru » Alt. 3500m
After one of those really peculiar bus trips to Puno, the ones that make you love and stress with this place, I catched a 10 hour train to Cuzco, through beautiful valleys with a slowly changing vegetation, and an unavoidable will to arrive. Cuzco was the Inca capital, and a central place in much of the pre-colombian mythology. I was also aware that this would be the trampoline to Machu Picchu, which along with the Salar de Uyuni, were the undisputed highlights of my mental journey.
On one of the days I spent in Cuzco, it was a catholic holiday. Although I still find this devotion to a religion that was imposed to them a little bizarre, truth is the city was beautiful, flooded with thousands of natives and tourists, both celebrating the occasion with colours, life and tradition.
Cuzco made contrasting impressions on me, because on one hand its architecture, full of Inca and colonial heritage, gives it a sense of beauty only equalled on the surrounding mountains, on the other hand, its full of tourists, and that takes much of its charm away.
One of the most interesting tours we did was through the Sacred Valley of the Incas, a region rich in history and culture, with fascinating ruins all along its extension till Machu Picchu. I wonder, truly intrigued, how come a few spaniards, led by Pizarro, on their horses and with the cross, were able to beat an entire Inca army, on the most demanding of battle fields, on the most adverse conditions. Not that spanish invasions are anything new to us, Portuguese... I guess its all a matter of who they mess with!
Welcome to my ongoing diary of thoughts and projects.
Here I sketch the storyboard of 2 characters, trapped in my body and linked to the world through my senses. They control my brain in a constant search for life waves, the eternal energy that feeds their souls.
Gummavitta is the explorer, the architect and the scientist. He searches the hemispheres of the earth, the mind and the human condition.
Mummagumma is the traveler, the painter and the dancer who collects Gummavitta´s experiences and memories and applies them to achieve connections. Connections with himself, which means you and I, us and them.

Ora ai esta !! e bem podem vir kts kiserem k levam no focinho !! tal como a celebre batalha de Beja k reuniu 6 mil Portugueses contra....14 MIL (!!) desses gajos e ainda assim levaram no focinho ! ou outra no norte de Castilha (sim porque espanha é um país com pouco mais de 200 anos....) que eram 10 mil Portugueses contra nada mais nada menos que 50 MIL espanhois, e adivinhe-se la kem venceu !! Contra os canhoes marchar marchar !!
Posted by: Marcos