Who said you had to be short to get a bedtime story? Why is it that only children get bedtime stories read to them? In a place we have all been, but no one remembers, a raggedy man lives in peace, he lives alone and dreams of Venezuela and Africa and faraway places... of gypsy girls... of colour and sound and vibrant hue... he has cinnamon spice dreams... he has magnificent dreams... he has lost himself in an uncharted ocean... he is a corsair... a buccaneer... a smuggler... he sails alone... he will die alone... he is a gypsy... he will one day meet his true love... a fellow traveller on the road... her eyes will be his ocean... in her ocean he will sail forever....