"Now I dream of the soft
touch of women, the songs of birds, the smell of soil crumbling between my
fingers, and the brilliant green of plants that I diligently nurture. I am
looking for land to buy and I will sow it with deer and wild pigs and birds and
cottonwoods and sycamores and build a pond and the ducks will come and fish
will rise in the early evening light and take the insects into their jaws.
There will be paths through this forest and you and I will lose ourselves in
the soft curves and folds of the ground. We will come to the water’s edge and
lie on the grass and there will be a small, unobtrusive sign that says, THIS IS
THE REAL WORLD, MUCHACHOS, AND WE ARE ALL IN IT.