¡Bizi gara! (I'm alive!)  Prologue: Stepping out from the quiet of the pension I am at Puerta del Sol,the crossroads of Calle Mayor and Calle Arenal, the center of Madrid. From the shade of the entryway I watch the shoulder to shoulder crowds of people scurry about to begin their day. It is nine o’clock and already it is hot! It definitely feels like July. A glance at my watch confirms it is the Fourth of July. But today in Madrid, it is just Wednesday morning. No flags. No fireworks. Th

~* Feverish Meanderings *~    of a Mad March Monday Morning   Sun Drunk Funk, spent on Saturn's Day ruefully remembering a Fried night. If wishes were fishes riding tandem bicycles, we'd all be well fed and traveled. Odd Mob's Sob, while picking Colonels from a Cobb. Too many say, "It’s not my job!" Sitting Waiting left Hanging. The game of the name is still the same You can't Love unless you're on with it! More Poems ~* © 1995 MrBill *~ http://redgage.com/all