25) A "Cathedral Room"
(Zipaquira, Colombia)) in Bogotá))
Colossal pillars brightness,
In their posts insurmountable
Guarding the Cathedral of Santo
(hundreds of feet in the bottom blow –
salt mines Zipaquirá).
And the flames in silence for Crossa
Deep in the domain of darkness,
Tremble expose their inviolable
Chest,
Remote in solitude
Â-that rests …;
Erea … eternal twilight;
A heritage of destinations! …
The Cathedral Chamber, "
The largest cathedral today
… Near the mountain city of Bogota ¡!…
Note: Some have thought that this is a legendary underground church on the outskirts of Bogota, but it is real, as real as the land above it. Written after visiting the church, 11/4/2005; # 918. The Church took four years to build, is about 100-feet deep, or 570-feet deep, or 187-foot setback. It has a capacity of 8000-the people at any given time.
26) Bogota Burro Man
Donkey Man, up and down the streets of Bogota, joystick in hand, recipients Alonga floating tin, along the sides of the donkey … pulling them along, from cafà © for restaurant, restaurant, cafà ©: collecting pieces, leftovers, Â'remains, a 'to feed their pigs other day. They seem happy with the simplicity of things.
Notes: One way to life in the ancient city of Bogota, (meaning: Â'Fertile Valley '), men Donkey, Leta hope they keep their old customs, I get chills seeing cities to follow the old traditions, something the U.S. has lost almost completely. 11/5/2005, 6:00 PM, written at night after Donkey see men.
26) to "The Legend of El Dorado GuatavitaÂ"
(1200 AD, Colombia)
The legend is the cacique () in the village of Guatavita —
At,
A nearby lake, he, the head is covered with gold dust, a wooden craft in the solitude of the lake holds good fortune to land, to return to the waters, a gold and emeralds-Ting therefore, to a future date.
Note: The legend and the story I just wrote is very known in Colombia, but picked it up in Bogota, the Museo del Oro, where I witnessed a raft of gold (24kt Gold) more beautiful. 11-5-05 # 920 (written at night After visiting the museum shop and an emerald, and talked to a tour guide, trying to get the right story in the legend, the three sources).
It is worth mentioning, the people of Bogota are more accommodating, lively and warm.
Three poems written, while in
Flight from Lima to Bogota
Wine of Madness
27) The Lost Road
Walk the road, hour after hour
With all its glory and gold:
A unknown road, road round, cracked road:
All covered in blood and stones.
A road bleached, carved with thin bones;
A crazy road that winds and winds.
But Italian is the only way that knows —
E Ita low road that leads to hell.
Note: written during the flight from Lima, Peru, Bogota, Colombia, # 914, 11-4-05.
28) Â "Howard's Wish"
(Dedicated to Robert E. Howard)) Poet / Author))
Now that is hell, little pig?
That infernal wrote her rhymes!
How now it is hell of belly-slave
You have nothing else to say?
Rates dead in his grave hell.
Note: # 915, flight to Bogota, Colombia, 11/4/2005
00) To my brother
Of irrecoverable days …
Now remember hearing tireless
What Love to wake up your bright eyes?
What awakens your longing love of feet?
As one who, without hope, want to maintain
Keeping the roads may have to wait your feet …
They are the hidden way too deep, too deep?
The winds of Eden long ago long gone …;
The gardens now strange cornea.
Lost Islands, where young men once belonged
Now it's dark with grounds regrettable —
Now remember with tireless sight …
Note: Written during the flight to Bogota, Colombia, # 916, 11/4/2005. My wife I asked why he wrote so alarming and strange pieces of poetry while in flight. I said, a "just came out of me, a" what more can you say a poet or an artist or a musician? I call these three poems in flight, "the wine of Madness"
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Flavio breaks the glass
