A none Writing Day
The freedom of not writing anything is an illusion
today I will just sit there and listen to the news
Turkey is having problem and it has nothing to do
with me although a poet friend of mine Erken may
be upset several police officers killed perhaps one
of them was her son and I can`t send flowers in
case it is not so. I only like Portugal in the winter
when it is cold enough to put an extra jumper on
when sitting indoors....that were the days.
What do I know? Perhaps Erken is a Russian spy
who speaks five languages perfectly without fluffing
neither a line nor breaking the wind when talking to the pope.
Knows the sewers of Istanbul like the street going home
and analyzes the shit falling from the American embassy
When it is discovered that the US envoy suffer from
diabetes she will be promoted by Putin.