Un somi mallorquí Postcards are scattered about In the dark With nowhere to go. I hear the waves Of guitar strings and voices Dancing me away Into dreams of tomorrow. The wind is silent As I listen to the sea Singing me a sweet lullaby Under a canopy of Figs and trees. I linger on some thoughts That sway, fading into nothing. Flowers lead me … Continue reading Love, Mallorca
I heard something but there was nothing there— noises in the distance. I heard something in the darkness, then I was awoken from a daydream in a shattered haze to hear her calling, “I am me.” I wanted to turn away, but I was nearly there out of the background and into the day, I had to reach that farthest star, I fell. I could … Continue reading I listened
Poetry of the Barri Gotic from Barcelona, Spain Continue reading Barri Gòtic
I am an architect I build my life I plan according to my environment and change as conditions and needs change, expanding, reaching out when necessary whether I appear great or small I am a teacher I share my knowledge I help others to learn and grow in their minds and abilities, encouraging them to shine in their words and actions I am a student … Continue reading Life Vitae
