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Sunday, 19 September 2010

WINDOW I

Massive white clouds like pregnant women walking in the park.
An airplane jets the sky.
The tree top peeps like a little girl that tiptoes to reach the grapes on the table.
The blue sky shows through holes in the cloud lace.
The airplane is gone, when will it come?

ALZHEIMER


Now they are like dolls
the roles are exchanged.
Now the children dress them,
now the children feed them,
now the children change them,
now the children clean them.
The difference: they used to smile,
their children cry.

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

TEARS

Sometimes tears wash away hurting sensations:
I needed to change my eyeliner and my eyes were hurting
I had an awful experience and I started crying
the pain in my eyes ceased.

Sunday, 5 September 2010

JUST A LITTLE BIT SILLY...

I'd like to be a songwriter
and write you a song
but that was already done
by Elton John

I just want to thankyou for
being in my life
for wiping away my tears
before they even appear

for making me laugh
when I want to cry
for sharing my laughs
when I feel like that

for being silly
and letting me be
for being there
when I need you most.

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