cold days

woke up this morning,
pillow stiff
and soaked with blood and tears,
wine stained sheets

half a pot of coffee later,
head filled
with etymology and philosophy

hot beverages on cold days;
it rained all day today,
off and on –
cold and wet floridian days

no one to sing "bésame mucho" to

11/18/14



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Written on 2014-11-23 at 16:36

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2014-11-26



"Besame ... Besame mucho. Como si fuera esta vez, la ultima vez ..." Sing it anyway ...It's such a great old song. I remember morning like that when I was in college,, and the coffe helps, the entomoly and philosophy can too, I guess. I enjoyed reading this
2014-11-25