A Geographical Solution It does make a difference; distance can be a star or a blur. The air kisses us in the ways of a lover, sharp teeth or wet caresses, and life drifts upon the currents like a poem in translation, any era of spirit, architecture of fragrance, orange blossoms, and lemon blossoms, a river of sun. "Yo amo tu espiritu," says the traveler to his departure: "Wherever I find my heart I find my answer." "Yo amo tu espiritu," says the traveler to his arrival: "Wherever I find my answer I find my heart." . . . And from the reservoir of his life unfold new roads of walking, new vistas of sight.