Sandwiched between two big haciendas
you appear as a bite-sized claim to fame.
I hear you eat a lot of beef and famously
invent tango with all that protein in
your blood. Even to roll those 'r's
in your name is to roll the hips and eyes
to want some thing.
There is the Sun and Water on your flag.
The Travel Book photos tell me you are
undiscovered territory, worth exploring.
I scan my backyard for omens & signs.
Small birds leap out of trees at dusk.
I too can tackle something beyond
understanding.
From an early age I imagined travelling, writing a diary of a world tour well before I earned any money. My imagination was fed by my father's collection of travel brochures. As an adult I did, and still do, travel, but on this blog not all reflects direct experience.
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