Part One

Rain in Southern California

Oreistànsa sie Ráumonna

I dreamt of Ramona,

The old groves of orange trees irrigated with water from somewhere else,

Snowcapped mountains from another world;

All of Los Angeles is a desert, man,

Filled with chaparral and sand,

Los Angeles is a mirage, man,

Lights! Cameras! Action!

All a sham, don’t you see?

When it rains in the desert,

All the paint and makeup covering the mountains,

Valleys and beaches,

Melts away revealing the intricate plan,

From long ago.

They came for one reason,

Fame.

A mirage.

All of life is a stage and we’re nothing but sand, man.

 

Ansolandérr Càstronevès

“Ama Assundra veo Echàngrantzea” 1968.