Well Marie Carmen was her name and I had found that out .More by luck.
Jose was showing me into a large reception room with music, people, food and drinks  It was old Marbella with some art pictures on the wall  ,a Picasso must be a copy I thought.The room was large with a small Spanish band playing in the corner. Some were even dancing on the tiled Andelucian floor.   Jose brought me a glass of cool white wine which was very acceptable. Jose was a most pleasant man. He was kind and even helped a waitress with a silver tray ,she might have dropped , with all the finger food .  Jose to the rescue like a  good host.
The room had a nice wooden ceiling fan which cooled the afternoon and brought a light breeze to the room.  Windows were opened but rain continued to fall
Carpets were on the walls, the original place that carpets came from, before floors,for decoration and colour.
The scene was one of people chattering,glasses clinking,laughter, and of course the Spanish music being played.The guests were well dressed, men in light suits, women in dresses.
At the other end of the room I saw a door open. A lady of much beauty wearing a soft pink dress entered. She walked towards Jose.  Her hair was dark with a gray fleck,that added to her attraction. She was not young or old ,she was a timeless beauty and I wanted to meet her.
Marie Carmen it was, I felt I had known her all my life. Marie Carmen smiled a pretty smile as Jose said "May I introduce Senor Buchan"  Looking at me and still smiling she said "I hope you are well"  Without a thought I took Marie Carmens hand and kissed it as if I was in a movie. Never did that before ,this woman was such a beauty.
Jose went to furnish Marie Carmen with a drink and returned with a tall glass of something.  Suddenly without warning Marie Carmen said" The morning is full of storms,in the heart of summer.The clouds travel like handkerchiefs .The wind traveling waving them in it's hand".     Have you heard that before Senor Buchan.
I would be happy if you would call me Gordie ,I hope that is not too informal. As I straightened  my dark tie I replied  no I do not know the poem but I sense the strength of the words. Very powerful.
Such a joy to talk with this beautiful ,bright and interesting lady. This woman was beautiful on the outside but her beauty extended to her soul.
Her words seemed to touch my spirit as her physical beauty caught my watching eye.
Yes indeed Gordie  the words are powerful.A true Latino poet, a great writer of pictures...in poetry.  His works are indeed timeless.
His name is Ricardo Eliecer Neftali Reyes....Perhaps you know him as Pablo Neruda.
I was introduced to him in Mexico City and still remember his charm and style. A true great....Yes I replied I read and have read much of his work..
I hoped to impress Marie Carmen by saying ,I loved" Residencia en la Tierra ." Yes so good and so much feeling about the Spanish civil war she replied.  
I had a conversation in the middle of time with a Lady from Mexico,may I see you again Marie Carmen I heard myself say..Of course said Marie Carmen turning to Jose lets all have lunch together next week....That would be great I said.

TO BE CONTINUED.