This post is already too long. Cartagena wouldn't hold dear to me if it was just another Spanish inquisition Museum... jotting notes of the place reminded me oh so much of my home, Togo.
It could have been tectonic plates doing Russian twist below my feet, from that
time on, my life would be different.
Could have been that I woke up, like this like an anointed king,
blessed, from that time on, I should find joy,
Could have been Cupid emptying his arrows toward me like a round in a semi
automatic,
No respect for what could have been left of my heart, as long as he hit target.
It could have been, I discovered a treasure. One many spend a lifetime seeking,
Perhaps I’ve found that l