Changed from mountain heights
Nothing remains as it was
Horizons renewed


GS3&TT2

"Gauge scan" eye lids droop
Mountain twisties don't forgive
Highside freefall roll

I found it on the wall of a beach hostel room in Ecuador.

Translation:

I am in love with you.

Roxana Rodriguez,
I do not offer you a car,
Nor a beach front house,
But I offer you
MY LOVE,
Which is pure and sincere.

I only want your happiness.

Listen to your heart and
Give me an opportunity

YES or NO

(The space for "NO" is checked)

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Café colombiano

Mirar sin ver:
una taza de café,
verde lima por fuera,
blanca por dentro.
Bebo un expreso doble, colombiano,
en Bogotá,
y juego con las palabras, los colores, los sabores,
con la esperanza de que llegue,
sin esfuerzo,
como si no importara,
lo que yo más quiero:
ver sin mirar.


Colombian Coffee

Looking without seeing:
A coffee cup,
Lime green outside
White inside.
I drink a double espresso of Colombian coffee,
In Bogotá,
And play with words, colors, flavors,
While hoping it will come,
Effortless,
As if it did not matter,
What I want most:
Seeing without looking.

The need for therapy
He said
“the expression you’re looking for is ‘deep shit’

I believe that describes
your situation.”

I replied
“hey patient number 13, do you mind?
That’s a long drag on my half
of the cigarette.”

He, who put two rounds through my gas tank
at maybe…25 yards.

Thing is
I was sitting on the bike when he did it

so you see
the need for therapy
is strong.

Dispatch: The Hubb Pub.... Cachi, Argentina 12 January 2015

Rising slowly from my side of the big bed,
I wondered if she was dreaming
of the dirt road threading Cachi to Cayafate
I had

The devil of my Colombian shoulder pain less now after a
night of wine and pasta at Oliver's on the Plaza

Martin Oliver is a Yamaha endurance rider and the walls of his
restaurant are crowded with maps, patches, posters and photographs
of the places he endured.

We sat at the small wooden table below his museum quality cleaned, pinned and glassed Yamaha endurance jacket

She was slow eyed and beautiful, those Galician blue green eyes, seeing and feeling it all
I forgot my shoulder

We ride slow
We might or might not make it
to Cayafate

It just doesn't matter

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author's note, Martin Oliver, owner of Oliver's on the Cachi Plaza will be riding Alaska - Argentine with a Frenchman, Brazilian and another Argentine beginning in April 2015 stop by and say hi... he knows many valuable off road endurance tips

try rideasia.net. loads of info like HU

I don't really like poetry but being creative on the road is nice. I started drawing and this came out.

Perhaps turn this in a 'creative' topic?



Fortune and Glory, kid. Fortune and Glory.

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Blommetje, what is she about to chop?

Whatever you want her to chop. Whatever you want

But for the sake of the story, a hit babe with an axe should probably hack at zombies or similar.

Is drawing considered poetry? I can post some more if I finish new drawings. My previous sketchbook got soaked in the rain, so have to start over.

Alex

Good answer Blommetje! Let me think about what I want her to chop!!

Please continue to contribute with your drawings. I like this thread to be an all inclusive art thread.

I love this poem by Antonio Machado, especially when I am in the middle of nowhere:

Traveler, there is no path,
you make the path as you go.

As you go, you make the path
and when you stop to look behind
you see the path
you'll never be on again.

Traveler, there is no path,
only wakes in the sea.


Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.

Al andar se hace camino
y al volver la vista atrás,
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.

Caminante no hay camino,
sino estelas en el mar.

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I always find this one very soothing:



When tomorrow starts without me
And I’m not here to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me

I wish you wouldn’t cry
The Way you did today
While thinking of the many things
We did not get to say

I know how much you love me
As much as I love you
Each time that you think of me
I know you will miss me too

When tomorrow starts with out me
Please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand

The angel said my place was ready
In heaven far above
And That I would have to leave behind
All those I Dearly Love

But When I walked through Heaven’s Gates
I felt so much at home
When GOD looked down and smiled at me
From his golden throne

He said This Is Eternity
And All I promised you
Today for life on earth is done
But Here it starts a new

I promise no tomorrow
For today will always last
And Since each day’s the exact same way
There is no longing for the past

So When Tomorrow starts without me
Do not think we’re apart
For every time you think of me
Remember I’m right here in your heart

Author: David M Romano

Riders
Being out here in motion
Beats the hell
Out of standing still...

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Rosa del desierto and I are still enjoying our ranch in Flagstaff, enjoying the mountains at 7,000 ft (yes, Flagstaff is higher than Denver) and enjoying old friends stopping by, the reason Flagstaff is higher than Denver....

We have decided to extend our visit. Yes, we will be in Arizona, enoying it all and buying up needed video camera equipment and needed accessories, new panniers/tail bags/ etc etc etc... for our next run through South America, because the (fictitious title: chief of security) of Argentina and his administrative cohorts in customs have been busted with various industrial sea containers filled with contraband gear.

As a result, plan on paying 1/3 to 1/2 more than U S retail for imported electronics/goods in Argentina. I figure the inflated prices will be reflected in the market for less than three months, the time it will take for the players to once again outfox the foxes.

I mean no malice, no negative political connotations, nor judgement, just the facts.

All this international intrigue, while Argentina is increasing its own industrial base and is rapidly moving from manufacturing power strips, heaters, air conditioners, washing machines etc to producing software, and high end electronics like flat screen TVs and financial instruments that rival the credit default swaps and derivatives of our own Wall Street.

rosa del desierto - does interviews of interesting writers, artists, actors and wannabees for a Buenos Aires TV channel and her director wants her to go on the road again, without the use of network provided cameras, lights and microphones.... She will be doing a series of interviews with South American artist , writers etc for the BA channel.

So, you'll come visit us at our ranch, we have free rustic accommodations, free parking, room to stretch out and enjoy the ponderosa pine forest.... and are beginning again "milongas with curtinas of salsa" on the weekends . And there is always the Zoo Club - a nearby authentic road house where most of the greats of country music played before they became great. Where you can learn to two-step before joining the cowboys and native americans (who dance to a different beat) on the dance floor in front of laden musicians.

We have poetry readings in the "Noble barn," yes a take off on Barnes and Noble book stores whenever poets show up. We have a stage and something called the "spy bar" where real spies from 19 different countries have turned in their PPKs at the door.... except the one strapped to their ankles and sipped martinis.

As Hunter S. Thompson would say: C ya

eat , drink and ride Arizona
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