15.06.07
uvieu,España
Watched "The Tourtured Poet" again yesterday. We were minor gods back then, back there....
Here, and as we know, this is España, we are celebrating 30 years of democracia and libertad. The king,Jaun Carlos, whom i think to be a cool guy, though he does'nt work, and this pisses some people off, but, he looks good standing there on his yacht, with Sofia, the queen, and i would take him seriously if he were to call... 034.636.54.68.25.....
... So, it's like 1999, and i'm in Caceres. Thats in Extramadura, and thats España, hot as hell, and i've this painting im wantin to put in a shop downtown. this is the painting (above)... the lady did'nt speak english, and at this moment, the beginnings of the long strange trip, i did'nt speak spanish... the lady, confused by the words and sounds comming out, Freaks and calls the police, and when they come , i'm asked to "Ven a ca...." Paco, the national police, whom is a friend of mine today, treated me kindly and told me that it would probably be better not to scare the locals with things that are new, or unusal...here in this backward little town.. in this weird and beautiful country .we drove around for awhile and i was dropped off infront of our weird little 12th century house...the girl asked how my day went..." oh fine. I'M out makin' friends. Anything to eat ?" I finally sold that peice to a lady in Madrid. She liked the history behind it,
Yo tambien....
be well todo mundo.
J.Level
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