Saturday, October 17, 2015

Travellin' Slow

Logrono, Day 6

Church bell, cow bell, rooster crow,
I´m on the ancient Camino flow,
I squeeze all the juice outa life,
By travellin´slow.
Some folks find romance,
And make their juices flow,
I just got bed bugs lay eggs inside my soul.

The patio bar in Los Arcos,
Could be an outpost of Red Cross,
Spavins, splints and tendons scream,
For some the end of a dream,
Dawn unfurls and the trail is once more a string of perigrino pearls.

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