I could have been your pillar, could have been your door
I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more.
Could have been your statue, could have been your friend,
A whole long lifetime could have been the end.
I could be yours so true
I would be, I should be through and through
Ahh, the Salento breeze is a buzzin' an ahm just like a wasp with flowers on my mind.
Yep, here I am, running the plantation house hostal. Just riding, on the narrow time that takes forward it's everchanges. A surfer, Or a magic carpet rider.
If you didn't already know about Colombia and it's beauty and friendly embracing people well, that's how it is, and you need be told no more.
It is a fabulous destination. It's where people should be. It's where I am.
And the girls. oh my oh my. The girls are splendid.
Ah, but maybe more of that later.
This is not the USA. This is Not the Uk this is not the orient this is not the place I reckoned it would be. This is the place I am.
A worker I am. If I can use the term loosely. I am involved in a sort of work process. It is not important or difficult. I attend the tourists who arrive. I help a little bit. I smile and gesture. I get by. I live in a lovely house on a hill overlooking lush green valleys and a river. Coffee is grown in abundance. moths and spiders welcome all. I view these things with awe. The green and the others. It takes away the pain. It leaves me with ease in my soul. It takes the fear away. the fear that exists only in the minds of fools. Oh yeah, I can be considered one of the fools. The group contains me. I contain as much as I am able too. but on occasions it afflicts it's misery and spoils the view.
Control. I must keep control. By whatever means. I use mah heid. I reckon on the things that will help, the things that will hinder, and try and find a balance. keeping things on an even keel. I try. I fail , but I try and sometimes, sometimes I attain success of sorts. I can be anywhere or anything if I really want. I just find that I don't want, generally. I accept what is the moment. I accept so much, I don't accept the pain so much . It can mostly be avoided. I am still living after all those years and not as dead as the dead people are...
Time takes to its smokey heels and marches as to war. Work done and dusted and back now in Popayan. Where very little goes on and very little goes off. Into the arms of Marcela. into the strange world of a difficult relationship. The communication problems dictate the pace of our advance. the cultural disparities dictate, the religious assymitry dictates, political contrast dictates. There are many contras.
It would be much more fulfilling to be with Maria-Ines. But I am a fool...
And where and when do I go. I know nothing. As from the beginning. I know nothing. A day at a time, a day goes by for another to begin. It-s not a competition its not something to win. A life in rhyme and a life out of time. I step on. We all step.
the final count is taking place and sending shivers down the spine. It is not a crime to be straying from the straight line but it is the way forward that rattles and shackles. It is for each person to decide and to react and respond as they wish.
I love.
I say goodbye I wish well,
yours
..ed x
