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What an evening last night was! Had a blast at Cafe Mundi. That had to be one of our Top 10 best shows. I haven't laughed so hard in a LONG time! Check out the Nagians Discussion Group for Rie's review, or the Bard's Tale for my review.
My brother Sean is back from Italy. He was visiting his son, Daniel, and my mom. And he brought back Lavazza! Mmmm. Yes, if you are ever looking for REAL coffee, don't go to Starbuck's (go there for other reasons;), get some Lavazza. I'm convinced that God drinks it. I mean it is after all heavenly.
Well I was a bit disappointed to find out yesterday that The Lady in Green won't be out at TRF again this weekend. That really stinks, because I've been having the greatest time talking to her. It seems we have a lot in common. Still a lot to learn (and remember), but it's a blast learning it. The tough part is keeping my feet on solid ground.
I have trouble floating away with ideas. So it takes a BIG effort to keep solid footing. I'm a dreamer after all. It seems like half of my childhood was spent dreaming. But you know, I don't do it as much any more. And actually, that's kinda disappointing. I miss it. I mean, heck, it's been a while since I've dreamed alone. Some times being alone allows you to dream more honestly. You can dream for you. And not have to worry about dreaming for someone else too.
My Ex-fiancee's dream was to move to New Mexico and live in the desert. I remember one trip we took up to Santa Fe (great city BTW). We decided to take this scenic route that went up and around and back into town. We started on the road and my Ex went on and on at how beautiful the desert environment was with the rocks and clifs and gradations. It was nice. But then we started climbing into the mountains. And then I started going on and on about the trees and green pastures. That certainly was a concern for me. How I love the mountains!
I remember going with my mom and Tiziano (he's sorta my step-dad) up to this abandoned military fort from WW II. It was enshrouded in mist. Old, decrepit and abandoned. It was beautiful. The cool fresh scents in the mountains, the serenity. It was so quite and peaceful. I need to find out where that was...and go back some time.
Okay, here's another nice depressing poem I wrote last weekend.I Met A Wise ManOn a hill I met a wise man
With the vision to see.
He told me of a woman
Who one day I'd meet.
He told me she'd love me
Until the day that I die.
But he neglected to tell me
That her love was a lie.
For I met this woman
And we shared our best years.
Till she said it was over
And she left me in tears.
Now I'm lonely and tormented
A new lover she's found.
And the wise man's demented.
And very soon I'll be drowned.
Have a great day!)
Posted by Marc Gunn on Wednesday, November 13, 2002 |
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