When I went out of Mexico in July, 2004, taking only a guitar and a small valise, I never imagined that it(he,she) was loading anything any more than it. Of the previous thing I did conscience when some attendees to the forum of " The cow profanes ", in the beautiful city of Buenos Aires, confessed to me that suddenly they had felt like in a Rock or Cafecito of Mexico.Of such luck that suddenly I was in Buenos Aires executing my songs accompanied of two magnificent Argentine musicians surrounded with some others called there argen-mex: ex-teachers pumas of Argentine origin, Argentinians exiled in Mexico in the decade of the 70 ', Mexican married Argentinians, Argentine divorcées of Mexicans, children of Argentinians born in Mexico vacacionando in the tireless, cosmopolitan and nightawk city, or simply fanatical Argentinians of the subcommander Marcos.
Armando Rosas Octubre with 2005