Our Country House in Pasto

I want a country house in

the hills of Pasto,

surrounded by emerald green,

with chickens, two horses,

an outdoor shower,

and a hammock between two trees.

What I want could of course, be had here,

but the air wouldn’t feel the same,

and because I want to hold you under

a Colombian moon,

and watch you dance Bachata,

in the rain.

Our place, our time,

on a magical stretch of dirt,

with wine and cheese and

a pear pipe, of course.

Then, we will fly to someplace far away,

simply to return to our country home in Pasto.