After the winds, the clouds engulfed Albir today and we were treated to some nice chilled Rain. Our planned trip away,then, seems to have fallen just right! We head North into France and Germany for a week for a mix of business and pleasure. These trips always replenish our reservoir of tales, experiences, sketches and songs, not to mention the growing collection of photos Miki is unable to stop taking! So I'm sure we'll have a variety of things to share with you on our return, or perhaps even while we are away, if we can find the a) time and b) cybercafe!
But for now, here's a poem I wrote about a place from our previous meanderings that we stumbled on when Miki and I were both "down my way" in Almeria. It was a beautifully named secret little Spanish village called Los Molinos del Rio Aguas" which roughly translated means "The Windmills of the River Waters" Let's hope our travels continue to inspire us.
Los Molinos Del Rio Aguas
The trees impede, then teasing, let us pass
Insects buzzing, cossetted by tall green grass
All at once, A clearing
With goods for sale in shanty shack
While crickets chirp ahead of us
And stunning mountains at our backs
Perhaps this place remains forgotten, Brigadoon-like
Forever lost inside the mists of time
Then, once an age, appearing
Reminding us of all that's fine
And though they spin no more
And sails no longer cut the sky
Let's linger here in Los Molinos
For a moment
You and I.
Kev Moore 03/06/06 inspired by a visit to Los Molinos 18/05/06
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