Come inside Through the door, There's a book On the floor. Read aloud And explore: It's your life At its core. Written after the prompt of the day of NaPoWriMo.
A sudden flash Of wheat and electricity: The toast pops up.
After Arthur Freed and Nacio Herb Brown song I’m whistlin’ in the rain, oh!, I’m whistlin’ in the rain, What a marvelous parade to walk here not in vain: The streets are slippy and wet, but my heart is fun and set For a new summer to see every wonder and let The clouds of my life… Seguir leyendo Whistlin’ in the Rain
Example of conviction (speaks the bold man): Dead, we will lose everything. Alive, we have nothing to lose.
Example of conviction (speaks the wanderer): The path comes from my feet.
Example of conviction (speaks the lover): As long as I have air within my lungs, and thoughts behind my eyes, I will love you.
I wish I smelt jasmines giving their greetings To a dying Sun whose lasting rays are not The perishable hands of mine that allot Rough or smooth as clear sensations to all things. Those rays are accurate spears hurting a lot The sight of men as well as the air that brings To every being… Seguir leyendo I Wish I Smelt Jasmines Giving Their Greetings
After Jim and The Doors To N. L. C., Doors fan, in her birthday Well, I’ve just been going crazy for an hour or so Crossing all the town, no place in sight to go, Stuck here in a combi while outside all the wind blows. Then I saw you, pretty lady, in the… Seguir leyendo Limenian Woman
Se enseña ingles. Eso leí hace unas horas en un cartel expuesto en la ventana de una casa, camino a la Universidad Católica. No supe qué pensar. Quizá si me hubiera presentado en esa casa -y tras pagar la cuota establecida, claro- la profesora (¿el profesor?) se habría bajado el pantalón y las bragas. Ahí… Seguir leyendo Se enseña ingles