Still another poem Ernie and I wrote

Oh, Lord,
Direct their batting eyes!
Oh, Lord,
May he hit one!
Oh, Lord,
May he hit safely!
Oh, Lord,
May he hit
It out of the lot!
Oh, Lord,
May he drive it
Clean over the fence!
Oh, Lord,
May they not see it!
Oh, Lord,
Don’t let them even
Catch a glimpse of it!
Oh, Lord,
May they fan!
Oh, Lord,
What does fourteen
To nothing mean?
I don’t know
Anything about this game!

Another poem Ernie and I wrote

What did he fear?

It was not fear

Or dread

It was a nothing

That he knew

Too well

It was all a nothing

And a man

Was nothing too

It was only that

And light

Was all it needed

He knew

It all was nada

Y nada

Y pues nada...

A poem Ernest wrote

I am of those

Who like to stay

Late at the café

With all those

Who do not want

To go to bed

With all those

Who need a light

For the night.

Punishment

I´m beginning to panic

Just thinking about

when Immigration will ask you to go

If you leave

before I talk myself into sleep

And if you don´t cook

something for breakfast

Or if you don´t stop

flirting with the neighbors

Then I´ll never teach you how to do

the French,

the Spanish

or the Italian accent

Even if you ask me a thousand times.

Urgente

Tudo o que é importante:

Problemas de família

E contas a pagar

Amor e Dinheiro

Sexo e hospitais

Carros e anúncios

Acontecimentos

Que são notícias

Gente famosa

E ladrões de galinhas

Ações e feriados bancários

Livros, armas e leis;

Nada pode ser mais urgente

Do que ver você chegar...

Of friends and life....

Ok, it's common sense, but maybe I should remind you: friendship is the kind of affection that should make us happy about it! Actually, this morning, the sky was so cloudy and the day so grayish that I got suicidal. Then, I started playing a game and thinking about some people who are important for me. And this childish game made me have this insight - not so original, I must confess: some of my friends are like spots of light that can guide me through my darkest times! I found out that when I was gloomy, just thinking of their smiling faces, their voices, their eyes; even their less-than-perfect traits can see me through my hard times.

Elegância...ou falta de

O que faz com que pessoas ditas civilizadas não compareçam aos encontros marcados por elas próprias, não avisem, e quando você pede uma explicação, elas, com uma candura quase adolescente, simplesmente gemam um “ai, meu Deus, esqueci!” ?
A obrigação não é mesmo ir. É obrigação, sem dúvida, lembrar do compromisso e desmarcá-lo - a tempo- se for possível.Estou tomando uma decisão em relação a estes amigos esquecidos. A partir de agora vou exigir uma espécie de “protocolo” e vou rosnar uma ameaça de fim de amizade a quem ousar me deixar esperando. E vou cumprir a ameaça se for o caso.