On This Notebook

When the words gather together

They become a black cloud

Then, they rain on my notebook

But I wish I could write

My own destiny

Somewhere on that giant lonely tree…

There it goes a slug

The slug is sluggish

And it has a horizon ahead of itself

It should’ve known better

That “ the journey of a lifetime

…starts with a horizon“

…and there it goes a worn out traveller

With a big case in his hand,

One eye on the slug

And one eye on horizon

Murmuring something like:

“ I rest my case on this one…“

 

Sep 2010 

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