Today I am reminded that you never know what is around the corner. In the last few hours I have had some heavy working of my lungs. I could feel a nightmare wrongness pervading every inch of my body, and now I live this nightmare. My eyes heavy with tears, as I hope this is a dream. It's not, it is my reality. As my heart breaks at the loss of a grand opportunity. As I return from the hub that was calle Fucar where it really all began in so many ways, and I arrive home in La Latina with a song locked in my head. Perhaps this song is here because of my old friend Tony from Tony's bar, close to Fucar, where so many magical moments began. I think it's just a mix of it all, what a way to end. The two lines that strike me today are - " And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted ", and the harder to digest " Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember". I started a fire, and just as spark ignited the wind changed and b