sun shining cruelly
angry at his family
words, same as shouting
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
If only...
If only, "¡Ojalá!"
win the lottery, she sighs
he dreams of her smiles
I asked him, "What was your favorite word when you lived with her in Spain?"
He said,
In the piazza walking at night, warm, under stars
heading home
If only, "¡Ojalá!"
She would say it with a sigh, like winning the lottery
He would smile at her
Yes, if only...
I got the idea for this poem when my friend lived in Spain for a year with his Spanish girlfriend.
win the lottery, she sighs
he dreams of her smiles
I asked him, "What was your favorite word when you lived with her in Spain?"
He said,
In the piazza walking at night, warm, under stars
heading home
If only, "¡Ojalá!"
She would say it with a sigh, like winning the lottery
He would smile at her
Yes, if only...
I got the idea for this poem when my friend lived in Spain for a year with his Spanish girlfriend.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
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