“Carry me caravan , take me away. Take me to Portugal, take me to Spain. Andalucia with fields full of grey. I have to see you again and again. Take me, Spanish caravan, yes I know you can.
Trade winds for galeons lost in the sea. I know a treasure is waiting for me. Silver and gold in the mountains of Spain. I have to see you again and again. Take me, Spanish caravan, yes I know you can.” – The Doors, Spansh Caravan. For the one I have to see again and again…
The Liquid Lamentations of James J.
An amalgam of fact and fiction about my life and times.
There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are THE DOORS of perception