Quiero ir a Colombia
Y enamorarme del amor
De su tierra y el calor
Del aire que ahoga
En el Alto de Letras
Bogota, besame en la boca
Medellin, dame tu, tu cafetal
Y que una bella colombiana
Que sepa ella del amar
Me regale ella sus besos
En la puerta del hostal.
Thank you, Sally. Thank you. May we stop worshipping the paper gods, may we built out of sheer love.
May we stop braking their backs, our backs, in the name of the paper gods.
May one day in Colombia drink coffee by the cafetal.
You know, what is funny? A good friend of mine is an actor in Colombia. Believe it or not, we used to work together selling cell phones (telemarketing) back in 2001. We are still loosely in touch.