A friend of mine said an hour ago, ‘Why don’t you start work, you are waiting for your pension only’, and I answered, ‘But I have been working all the time, the problem is nobody buys my product’.
She wants me to be a teacher like herself, and I want her to recognize in me a free-lance writer.
So here is a new product, worked out by me and given you for free.
Of course, the words about logic apply to the models adopted in politics, but in the context of love they sound inspired.
A Pleasure
I waited for my love obscure
to make a masterpiece in parts,
or brush, of years’ dust, old lure
and let the luster tempt my heart
I waited gasping at each story
that love produced, was ready with,
but only now, me old and sorry,
love serves its picture full, complete
Love took away its picture’s logic,
and let me learn its parts’ shape, style
With luck and time, my heart came prompting
the common to each story line
Love drained of essence its parts’ meanings,
connecting all in a logic grid
With luck and time, I matched the feelings,
and gave an essence to each bit
The pleasure of my love obscure
made up its whole, part by part,
but cannot brush off me the years,
can’t let a luster tempt my heart
V.P.T. 28.04.2008
