(2014)
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
