"Tunisia."

You're flying to Paris,

(Where your connecting flight is to Tunis),

The first sight you see is the shore,

From outside the window.

And if one imagine's what one would find,

In a short amount of time,

The plane touches down,
You're about to hear a Tunisian tale

Of wealth and knowledge...

And your heart beat's fast,

Cause you're alive. 

A voice says you're shaken

By all the other times you've seen sand.

When you seek the wind from the west,

You can be on time now,

You notice the humidity is at an all time low,

There's a woman making a viable claim,

You don't know whether

It's at a parlor or a restaurant,

If you saw the jewel,

Maybe you could give it as a gift.

When you're catching a taxi,

Everyone's looking forward to the hostel.

Two teachers are standing in front of you

You expect to find a land of religious folk.

But you wonder what the plan is like,

Since you're in a foreign land,

And they're taking a train to Sfax.

Your group hops on the bus, 

A friend picks up the guitar and sings,

It's some tune you've not heard before,

You've heard the eastern radio on your way up,

After a few nights spent

You're hanging in the courtyard,

You remember back in Florida,

There's a psychiatrist,

Who's in your mind who knew,

Sometimes all your observations are incorrect, 

And though she doesn't state it she gives you a label.

There's the distant dunes of the desert,

Which are changing by the wind in fine,

That all the hotels in the world cannot imitate.

"Walter Baldwick."

A handsome pianist and aspiring writer goes to a college,
When we read what he writes and infer from what little we know,
We do well and we see clearly things we wouldn't be able to show.
Since he's quiet and shy in real life, we get to know about his personality,

He puts his status up, posts on his and our walls in face-book, speechless.
And he has poems, stories, a journal entry, which provoke us to ponder.
So while our friends post on our walls, we have a laugh and break our folkways,
We're getting laid, getting numbers, and having a blast in our daily lives. 

Then, randomly, when he knew what was the most important thing in the world,
And his close circle of family and best friends whom he'll never block,
Clicked on the "x" next to his friends in list, removing everyone who knew him,
So we're left wondering why he'd do such a thing as a friend?


Hay una pianista guapo y escritor ambicioso quien va a un colegio,
Cuando nos leemos que el escribe y inferimos del poquito nos conocemos,
Nos hacemos buenos y vemos cosas mejor que no podemos usualmente funcion,
Y aunque el es muy callado cuando el hable y tiro en la vida, nos podemos conocer mas o menos su personalidad,


El pone su estado en lo alto, el pone al corrriente en su y nuestros paredes para nosotros leemos.
Y el tiene poemas, cuentos, y un elemento publicacion para su personal ideas, que provocarle a nos consideramos.
Asi mientras nuestros amigos envian los correos, tenemos una risa y romperamos nuestra cultura popular,
Nos vamos a companeros, recibimos los telephono numeros, y teniendo el tiempo de nuestras vidas de cada dia.


Entonces, al azar, cuando el conocia que estuve la mayoria de su vida,
Y su grupo cercano de familia y mejores amigos quienes el no hace bloquearles nunca.
El removo todos quienen conocieron el a uno punto o otro en cara-libro.
Y ahi nos somos sobrante considerar porque el hacia tan cosa dramatica como un amigo?

"Cancun"

Upon arrival at the airport in order for you to capture,

There’s a pretty girl you see who you won’t see again,

You exit from the terminal where you’re finally supposed to be,

The journey that you profited from was from there to here.

A warm breeze brushes against your face,

All the taxi drivers want to have your money,

But you don’t know what to say and have to get going,

The sunlight is partially obscured by the sparse clouds.

While in the white taxi van going to the resort, Cancun,

You think, the windows are up unnecessarily,            

The temperature is right, because you want to feel the wind again,

But there is no way to roll them down.

And there are foreigners with you who don’t know English.

The driver unpacks your luggage at the hotel entrance,

And the doorman is there to greet you and has your name on a list,

You finally arrive and have some catch up to do.

You walk through the lobby towards the opposite end.

The ocean is blue, but nearer the dune-less sand it’s turquoise,

And you aren’t surprised because of what’s been said.

The mere beauty of it is captivating your attention.

The sound of waves beating against the shore to turns your mind to peace…

You create a mental list of things to do but there is not enough time

The lack of sleep from waking early in the morning is getting to one,

The most important thing is to be out in the beach.

You notice the warmth while the night stays the same as during the day,

Your priorities are now with the night clubs in downtown Cancun and dinner—

An hour earlier than what your watch says,

You hop on a bus to go to a restaurant…

Despite the cuisine being offered to you, you are consistent,

Because, you know the amount that is eaten is not dependent on location.

Your mind turns toward facing a fear but it escapes—

Like an alarm, your mental note to go to a nightclub causes you not to go.

After a night in the morning you arrive from a boat to “Women’s Island,”

You stay a short time as you forgot to bring any money.

After a day passes and you have returned, you do things cheaply,

You rent a golf cart and drive towards the Mayan ruins.

At the southern-most tip, there’s no way to cross over—

So you quickly take a picture and leave.

You spend three hours at the most beautiful beach on the island,

The clear water shows the sand on the bottom’s white and fine.

You draw a connection that nut shells look a lot like sea shells.

Somehow you feel you aren’t experiencing as much as you should be,

So you follow through with a goal to walk towards a boat,

The water is cool at first when you sink in letting every part of your body become wet.

There's a person sitting on top the stern waves to greet,

You say, "hola,"standing and begin to return to your spot.

As though you just got there, you quickly leave.

Your flight leaves at 2:53 pm and you get there on time.

This will not be the last time you are over at Cancun…

"The Trash Heap."

In a town at the center between the East and West
There's a cafe.
It was brown and green and had on its top,
Words carefully put for it's name;
In it there lied a group of workers who called themselves acquaintences,
And had their mutually exclusive group of friends,
These people were unfriendly and ignorant,
And thought the town revolved 'round them.
But it was due to a pair who used to work there,
Who exerted their influence
During the night,
And as I couldn't be averted the morning after,
By which time the Owner was there,
I cursed the restaurant's food;
Their subtle dislike, ideologies, services, and taste in channels,
And upon a sacred oath sworn with my sister,
Will never return,
Where it now be known as "The Trash Heap,"
Though I don't walk around its vicinity anymore.

"Mexican Food"

Mexican food is difficult to acquire a taste if one is largely unfamiliar,
Especially to certain spicy dishes which tend to cause the tongue to burn;
‘Till recently, I haven’t found it necessary to add spices, but now I do;
My favorite dish has always been the taco, because of its versatile nature:
Not only can one put many kinds of meats and salads and sauces,
The taste differs from country to country depending upon food production practices;
Regardless, if one wants to go on a taste binge or odyssey one has to be careful
Although there isn’t a way to really be sure, when in Mexico,
That one won’t get sick from eating at an "unregulated" location. 
My next favorite dish is mole, sopas, y proxima es pollo con pan.
It’s always a magical experience to the next.

La comida de Mexico es dificil adqurir un gusto para le.
Hasta ahora, tengo que no le busque necesario bonificar las especias, pero hago;
Mi favorita comida tiene siempre ere el taco, por que es natura versatil:
Nada puede poner muchos tipos de carne y ensalada y salsas,
El gusto es diferente de pais a pais dependemente en costumbres produccion comida;
Aunque hay no esta orientar que es asegurar, cuando en Mexico,
Tu necesito estar has cuidado ir a un locacion, aunque, hay no manera estar seguro.
Mi proxima favorita comida es mole, las sopas, y proxima es pollo con pan.
Es siempre un experiencia magica a la proxima.

"Chinese Food"

Tastes so good it will make one get addicted to it;
And want to get fatter because of the uniqueness in it's qualities,
And although it is sometimes fried, aren't we guilty of the same?
No one here has had authentic Chinese, dear Americans, even though it's different,
Because you know, there are some foods I prefer over others;
And Chinese ranks in the upper four from where my list of favorites, include:
Persian as number one, then Italian, Arabian, and Chinese.
American is so dull, it makes me want to forget about eating.

El gusto esta asi buen que uno le hago adicto a le.
Y quiere venir mas gordo por que del singularidad que son en modalidades,
Y aunque es a veces freia, son nos no culpable de igual?
Nadie en Ustados Unidos ha tenido China autentico acki, amor Americanos, empareja aunque que es diferente,
Por que sabes, hay algunes comidas que yo prefiero mas encima de otros;
Y China clasifica entre en el cuatro parte superior donde mi lista de la favoritas, incluir:
Persian es numero uno, proxima Italiano, Arabana, y China.
Americano es mucho desafilar, tomarme que quiero desenteder comiendo.

“The Moroccan Restaurant, Cassablanca's.”

There's a Morrocan restaurant in Kennesaw where you can do Hookah,
I was employed there as a dishwasher;
Even though I'm an American Citizen,
I must have looked like an alien to them.
It was only for a summer so I quit and then found other employment.
As a dishwasher, I was constantly being criticized for not working fast enough;
The boss Cook eventually chewed me out and I was fired.
But every time I was there, I enjoyed a meal of Moroccan cuisine.
I never tried the hookah because I don't want to get lung cancer,
But I did in Tunisia as an exception.

Hay una Morroquen restaurante donde tu puedes hacer pipa de agua,
Trabaje ahi como un lavadora de platos pero no estuve licitamente trabajando ahi,
Parejo sin embargo soy un Americano, acabe mirar igual un extranjero,
A ellos.
Estuve para el invierno entonces resigne y proximo encontre otro trabajo.
Como un lavadora de platos, me fuero muy criticos para no estuve trabajando rapido suficiente;
El cocinero jefe pronto mastico me out y yo despedio.
Pero todo tiempo estuve alli, me gusta un casado de Marroquí.
Nunca tenuvo el hookah por que no hago querer tener cancer de pulmon,
Pero hice en Tunisia que una excepcion.