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Atlixco
Atlixco (Nahuatl pronunciation: [aːˈt͡ɬiːʃko] is a city and a municipality in the Mexican state of Puebla. It is a regional industrial and commercial center but economically it is much better known for its production of ornamental plants and cut flowers. The city was founded early in the colonial period, originally under the jurisdiction of Huejotzingo, but eventually separated to become an independent municipality. The municipality has a number of notable cultural events, the most important of which is the El Huey Atlixcayotl, a modern adaptation of an old indigenous celebration. This event brings anywhere from 800 to 1,500 participants from all over the state of Puebla to create music, dance and other cultural and artistic performances.
The city
The city of Atlixco is in the west of the state of Puebla at an elevation of 1,881 meters above sea level, twenty five km from the state capital of Puebla . The main economic activities of the city are agriculture and basic commerce. It lies at the foot of the Cerro de San Miguel mountain, which is the main geographical and cultural landmark, marked by a small hermitage at the top dedicated to the Archangel Michael. According to local lore, a demon was entrapped in the well there, after causing problems in the community. There are also lookout points that provide panoramic views of the city.
Atlixco Municipality
Atlixco Municipality is a municipality in Puebla in south-eastern Mexico.
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Coordinates: 18°54′00″N 98°27′00″W / 18.9000°N 98.4500°W / 18.9000; -98.4500
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Highchair
by: AutoluxIt just about time To give up on you
No more thoughts from moving mountains
No more passing out on the banks
Bashing heads while trying to whisper
Comatose from the dead and creeps
It just about time To give up on you
Unless the morning finds you dry
Your heart just spitting blood
Let the sunlight strangle you
No more thoughts from moving mountains
No more passing out in the banks
Bashing heads while trying to whisper
Comatose from the dead and creeps
It just about time To give up on you
Unless the morning finds you dry
Your heart just spitting blood
Let the sunlight strangle you
Rise your glass to the wall
Put your ear to what you lost