hope sometimes
pokes it head out
slow like a turtle you
knew it was there
all along it was just
a matter of time but
every now and then
hope catches you by surprise
like a kiss in the dark.
Day: November 20, 2008
What to be when I grow up?
poetryToday I want to be an editor
starring at a computer all the day.
Yesterday it was an advisor
pretending to be busy all the day.
Sometimes I want to be a teacher
until I start to teach all the day.
Tomorrow I want to be a writer
if I can only focus all the day.
the sieve and the sand 