We left the fish in the rivers
Left the mountains and the blue sky
And went back to the busy city of Seoul.
The sky is white with smog
The air seems heavy to breathe.
A businessman held the hand of a prostitute
And hurried her into his love hotel
As if afraid to be seen
Or afraid that she will change her mind
She looked like a small porcelain doll
All made up and dressed in pink
Her hair in braids
Like a lost little girl
With no facial expressions.
I thought we booked a boutique hotel
With stylish rooms
But it turned out to be a love hotel.
I did not sleep well
I thought about her…
Her lack of facial expressions
Her pink girly look…
Her body might be in his bed
But her soul was not there.
Maybe she lived once in a village
Maybe she was happy then…
Maybe she left her heart
With the fish in the mountains….
Did she think she would be happy in the city?
Following horny drunken men into love hotels?…
I once heard a Russian prostitute say:
“A full bank account,
Is better than an empty bank account!”
You cannot argue with this logic….
But money cannot buy you a blue sky
And clean air
And the peace of a simple day,
Watching the fish in the river….
The prettiest thing I saw in Seoul,
Was some flowering art,
And a flowering Pizza
At “Flora” restaurant in Samcheong Dong
Thank you Korea
For our lovely trip
I will remember you fondly
Your high cliff-top Zen monasteries
Your beautiful mountains
Your villages and farms
Thanks for the friendly people we’ve met
And for the best Kumquats I ever ate…