I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life. FERNANDO PESSOA

Tuesday, 23 February 2010

Rain Poem

Rain again.
More rain.

The rain

In Spain
Falls mainly
On the insane.

To take a train.

(Posted from A Gudiña, on the Camino Sanabrés, Spain.)


pilgrimpace said...

Somehow I can tell that you are in Galicia!

getting close to Santiago now,


Rachel Fox said...

Maybe a boat? Or an upside down umbrella a la Winnie the Pooh?

The Solitary Walker said...

No, no, no Rachel! A train. To the airport.

Seriously, though, the alternative to a waterlogged and sometimes virtually impassable Camino is to follow the road - and I really don't fancy pounding the tarmac for 200 km. For me that's not what the Camino's about at all. I'd rather come back at a more clement time of year and finish it then.