You’re thoughts are smothered in heat
Only the twitching sleep of the slowly cooked
Disturbed by the quest for a cold part of the pillow
Contained by a parboiled brain
To help you keep sane
Siesta is a survival necessity or you’ll sleep walk through traffic
Andalusia is looking beautiful.
I’m going to live in Spain soon and teach English. It should be an adventure and I’m a little nervous.
I’ve lived in Spain before but it was 17 years ago.
Any advice anyone?
I’ll just have to deal with what comes.
No pasa nada. Yo voy a España!
There was a bridge in my mind
Out past there and just behind
The lonely child and weeping tree.
In prayer or comfort
If I knew what I wanted I would go for it.
I'd make plans, I would go to the shops and buy many coloured pens and lined paper.
I would write out the plan and cross out words and circle others
And then when I'd finished, I would look at it and smile.
Then I'd type it up and put it into bullet points with an image from the net.
If I knew where to start.
I need to find something to want. I'm running out of tomorrows.
Maybe I could do the list thing. You know, write out a random list of words about the
future. Kids, travel, money, wisdom…her.