sábado, 8 de marzo de 2008

Over and over again

One drop followed another.
They were running.
They wanted to touch the sun.
They forgot to hold hands and
disappeared in the air.
They became cold,
dropped back to earth,
where the race starts anew.

viernes, 7 de marzo de 2008

Up high

I enjoy high cuisine so I make sure I always cook on top of a ladder.