Station / Estación # 131: Agricola Oriental

Three months have passed since the last MCM Project trip down the fabled purple line so a return visit was long overdue.

Agricola Oriental greeted me with the standard evangelical message of salvation in Christ.

Angelically, walk the cross like a piratic plank, fierce flames of damnation will condemn those who err from the path.

Further into the visit I took a photograph of steaming fly and maggot infused rubbish, brewing the world’s newest pestilence, flagrantly dumped in front of the words ‘No tires basura.  No seas puerco. (Don’t litter.  Don’t be a pig.)

As I was taking a second, closer shot an earnest gent arrived on the scene to proclaim that I should be taking photographic evidence of the offending litterers.

‘I’m Pedro Juarez’, he announced.  He added his full address, as some chaps have the tendency to do.  ‘It’s terrible for our children, I’ve been to the US, it’s not like this there. I have friends all over, the United States, that country near Oaxaca’

‘Guatemala?

‘Yes’.

Not long after I was witness to a curbside calamity.

It’s no use crying over spilt milk.

Spilt beer, on the other hand, is a completely different story.

It ought to be rued and ruminated upon.

The lady afflicted with the breakage did her best to pick up the pieces.

A shirtless fella spied my sympathy and pounced upon me to try and offload a DVD.

I wound back towards the station and had almost arrived when I met an affable underpass dweller.

Perched high upon his sundry pile of bric-a-brac, like a benevolent buzzard surveying the scene below, he was pleased to engage in banter.  An articulate, knowledable and gregarious guy eking out an existence selling one man’s trash, another man’s treasure.

I traversed to the opposite side of the station for some final wandering and then back to the station.

ASIDE:  Line A is the only line of the metro that utilizes traditional rail traction rather than rubber tyres.  In the final photograph of the gallery you can see that the trains on this line are not the usual tangerine but of coconut flesh and blueberry hues.

Yesterday as I rode the metro to and from Agricola Oriental I knocked up a little Friday afternoon untitled rhyming ditty that is only connected to the metro and the project by virtue of being created on board.  Anyway I’ll leave you with it.

Skin of a tree
Whir of a bee
Sin of the sea
Ecstasy

Ham off the bone
King on his throne
Queen and her drone
Tyranny

A man on one knee
A woman in glee
will render a née
Eternity

A sheep and its clone
Let it be known
A new seed is sown
Modernity

The poor and their plea
The blind wish to see
For he and for she
Agony

You ask for a loan
Over the phone
For a home of your own
Reality

My how you have grown!
My dear little Joan
Ice cream in your cone?
Ancestry

A spheral pea
Sweet aroma of tea
The squishiness of brie
Culinary

Never condone
The pain and the groan
Of war, it has shown
Barbarity

The grace of a flea
The bite of Tai Chi
The cut of a key
Ambiguity

A skill is to hone
Never bemoan
Skim a smooth stone
Dexterity

Now you will see
For you and for me
We’ll never be free
Captivity

But if you are prone
To whine and to moan
Adopt a new tone
Humility.

Han pasado tres meses desde el último viaje del MCM Project por la linea fabulosa morada así que la hora por una visita nueva ya había retrasado.

Agricola Oriental me recibió con la mensaje estándar evangélica de salvación en Cristo.

Camine angelicamente sobre la cruz como un tablón de piratas, llamas abrasadoras de condenación esparan aquellos que caigan del sendero correcto.

Un poco después saqué una foto de basura humeante infundido por moscas y su larva, fermentando la pestilencia más nueva del mundo, flagrantemente tirado al frente de las palabras ‘No tires basura.  No seas puerco.’

Mientras sacaba una segunda foto de más cerca un tipo entusiasta llegó a la escena para proclamar que debería estar tomando evidencia fotográfica de los culpables que tiran la basura.

‘Soy Pedro Juarez’, anunció.  Añadió su dirección completa, como algunos caballeros tienen la tendencia de hacer. ‘Es terrible por nuestro hijos, estuvé en Estados Unidos, ahí no es así.  Tengo amigos por todos lados, Estados Unidos, el país cerca de Oaxaca.’

‘¿Guatemala?

‘Sí’.

Entonces fui testigo a una calamidad de la acera.

En inglés hay un dicho que dice ‘No vale la pena llorar sobre la leche derramada.’

Cerveza derramada, al contrario, es una cosa completamente diferente.

Debería ser lamentada.

La dama afligida con la fractura recogía los pedazos.

Un joven sin camisa vió mi simpatía y me acercó para intentar venderme un DVD.

Serpenteé a la estación y casi había llegado cuando conoci a un habitante afable de la calle.

Sentado alto sobre un montón de baratijas, como un buitre benévolo estudiando la escena abajo, le agradeció participar en charla.  Un hombre elocuente, inteligente y sociable, se gana la vida vendiendo la basura de un hombre, el tesoro de otro

Me crucé al lado opuesto de la estación por un vago final y volvi a la estación.

INFORMACIÓN EXTRA:  Linea A es la unica linea del metro que utiliza un ferrocarril tradicional en lugar de los trenes con nuemáticos de goma.  En la foto final de la galería puedes ver que los trenes de esta linea no son del color mandarina normal sino que de tonalidades de carne de coco y arándano.

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