Monday, August 29, 2011


Once there was part of a soul,
placed and offered on a hearty bowl,
the one who took it for a play,
outwit all doubts in a glorious way,
now that soul would never be as whole.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Blurred ...

how i could get so blurred:
if trust is a word,
and if since the years of ancient,
words are ever so transient,
so isn't trusting like betting on a flying wild bird?

.. you'll never know what you're going to get by trusting words, that is ..

looks like my words don't make sense today
.. i so want that cold cold  cerveza again!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Take a break, have a ball ...

The rabbits have brought me to the pitfall,
heck - why don't i go to have a ball,
forgetting awhile all that's troublesome,
sunny Madrid here i come,
may your beauty be a cure-all.

.. a bit less sunny would be maravilloso!

Dear all air traffic controllers, please don't strike on sunday .. next week should be ok tho
I wouldn't like to be back too soon anyway ....