The place where I do live

I’m blogger, so what?

Reality gate

And so on

The net interests you too

Where the park ends

Where the park ends

After the border fence
!Ouch! side
Begins my park
The real one
That contains cities
And paved mountains

Where I know of a girl
That fails arithmetic
By a constant ten percent
Since motherhood
Just to pay the pediatric's rent

Almost as do some boys
For a man of Panama
That imports the medicine
That sends you
Outside of thyself

To a beautiful state of mind
Where is normal to find
That 8 by 4 equals nine
Or whatever you imagine
That operation could yield

In emergency
In normal
In slow
In very slow
Even on Sunday early evening time

Sometimes, I confess
I have been at the park
Yoga meditating to achieve control
As a politician in the search
Of a stable job

But I know isn’t inside
Where I must search
It’s outside of the park
Where my truth lies
Buried in a trash can

VABM April 14, 2009

Dad

Human shadow

You, that one

Sun 5

Caracas es muy cara