From Buena Vista Social Club

From Buena Vista Social Club -

On the trunk of a tree
A young girl carved her name,
Overcome with happiness and joy,
And the tree,
Touched to the core
Let fall a flower for the girl
I am the tree.
So sad and moved
And you are the girl
Who hurt me so
I’ll always treasure your dear name,
But tell me
What became
Of my poor flower?


Since June, a whole host other things have filled in, so now one wonders whether if life in the past when you are focussed on one major thing is better or now when others things of equal importance all come swarming at once.