Airplanes
It's a shame that I didn't bring my notebook and pen with me to work today. The thoughts and words I wanted to write down went to waste. Forgotten.
I've been reading more of Pablo Neruda's poetry. My father finished reading Del Amor Y otros Demonios and I'm still half way done. I've got to read it soon and get done with it already so I can begin reading the rest of my collection of Grabriel Garcia Marquez .
I observed my father while he read. You can sense the concentration and how fast every sentence is read. Only two pages left and a smile after the last sentence.
"What a wonderful book. You should get on reading it right now since you're just sitting there."
Instead of doing what my father suggested I asked if I could borrow the cell phone, walked outside and called him. It's been a beautiful day. A likeable afternoon [even though it is Sunday].
Airplanes. Around every six minutes, a plane flies by. I counted twelve today. That's when I noticed there was something different about the cloudless sky. The moon was on my right, and the burning sun on my left.
I've been quiet. Hurting. Thinking about many things at once and not focusing on a main one.
Another plane announced its flight and interrupted a foggy mind.
I've been reading more of Pablo Neruda's poetry. My father finished reading Del Amor Y otros Demonios and I'm still half way done. I've got to read it soon and get done with it already so I can begin reading the rest of my collection of Grabriel Garcia Marquez .
I observed my father while he read. You can sense the concentration and how fast every sentence is read. Only two pages left and a smile after the last sentence.
"What a wonderful book. You should get on reading it right now since you're just sitting there."
Instead of doing what my father suggested I asked if I could borrow the cell phone, walked outside and called him. It's been a beautiful day. A likeable afternoon [even though it is Sunday].
Airplanes. Around every six minutes, a plane flies by. I counted twelve today. That's when I noticed there was something different about the cloudless sky. The moon was on my right, and the burning sun on my left.
I've been quiet. Hurting. Thinking about many things at once and not focusing on a main one.
Another plane announced its flight and interrupted a foggy mind.