The Creation of Men

Calella, Spain The pursuit of perfection is a hard road to follow At the end of the road is a dream How long the road is, no one knows Dreams I didn’t know I had provide the backdrop for a life I didn’t know I wanted My dreams extend past the realm of these walls yet they include these walls all the same The reverberations start as the train takes off What is it about this life that’s so meaningful? Why is this life not the same as the life I once knew? The other side of my comfort zone is a long ways from Iowa Park, Texas To see that kid I once knew look up to the man I am becoming To tell that kid the stories I know now To show that kid the scenes I've seen To hear that kid tell me his dreams Here I find myself traveling  Traveling towards or from , I do not know Adventure begins when hesitation ends Life transcends itself as uncertainty marries curiosity The need to escape overwhelms my restless hear...

Time slows down if only for a moment  Enough time to laugh at a joke Or enjoy a gentle breeze To stop and smell the leaves Or the flowers for that matter The sound of the flowing stream is the appropriate background as the world drifts away Words help us relate experiences Hemingway's words relate to me Yet his experiences seem so far away There at his desk I sat The night was upon us but The sun also rises   La Perla, Room 217, Pamplona, Spain The running of the bulls The trampling of hooves and feet Feel their breath against your legs Run faster but slow down Take it in Understand what you're doing while you're doing it Moments are meant to be experienced, not captured  Food helps make more sense of life Good food makes the good life make more sense Gastronomic Tour of the Basque Country How is this real? How did I find myself here? The land of milk and honey Literally.  What di...

Sitges, Spain The waves are crashing One after another Do you see this wave coming up? Look how it moves along the surface Do you hear the gentle crash against the rocks? The air smells as it should be There’s a boat along the horizon I wonder what it’s doing out there Maybe catching tonight’s dinner Or catching this afternoon’s nap The waves keep crashing along the shore The sea is truly blue A deep sigh overcomes me Beauty surrounds me Serenity consumes me The words escape as I ponder what to say next Should I say something about the town? Or maybe I should say something about the food? Perhaps I shouldn’t write about anything at all Picasso was a talented individual He painted what he thought he should see Dark colors with darker scenes Outside the window, light is found Inside his mind, darkness distorts his world Then something happened Picasso became an artist He painted what he saw Not what he thoug...

Subjective understandings of the Mediterranean Sea The metro rushed in A swarm of people rushed off I got on Down the track it went From here to there Where is here? Where is there? I'm diminishing these thoughts as these thoughts are diminishing me Too much is going on back home There home, not here home Shouldn’t I be there? Shouldn’t I be there to watch it? To experience it? To watch her perform? The dreams I have seem to be real The reals I have seem to be dreams     A month has passed  Friendships have formed Memories have been made Lessons have been learned Catalan sounds strange in the familiar Spanish sounds familiar in the familiar English sounds familiar in the strange French sounds strange in the strange Not so much four countries, as two worlds Here and There     The absurd finds itself Here "I speak English, not American" We all make mistakes We hurt those we ...