Bay

Utila in Honduras. I was negotiating a house with a coffee shop, ice-cream  parlor and …?… fax, phones, internet, copiers place. Island’s Kinko’s.
Someone else got it.
http://mango-inn.com/en
The apartment upstairs had a huge deck overlooking the bay. My friend was a scuba instructor for a couple of years there. I was going to scuba-dive everyday with the shop he used to work for.
The seller would not go down with the price. Year later he sold it for eighty thousand less than I was offering him. Some schmuck from California. Too proud to call me to make a deal.
So we are in America. Me and my shadow. I was listening to Rage against the Machine before Americans knew who they were.
I was listening to Rammstein before Germans knew who they were.
I have been always listening to my heart before I consult with my brain. I harass myself a lot this way. I trust my heart when it comes to recognition of what is important.
My heart tells me to run for US presidency.