Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Te Extrano

Poisson, poisson, poisson.

In French, there is this word Poisson, (read as pwah-sohn), which means "fish".

No, no. Not fish. There's no fish here. It's Statistics.
X~ Poi ( λ)


Heavy books. Heavier eyelids.
Even heavier heart.

I wonder.


A pack of cold rice, untouched.
I'm yearning for the untouchable now. Too bad.


Left with my right atrium and right ventricle. But they're still beating. These troubled heartbeats of mine.


I heard a sound from home just now.
Not a sound from beyond. No music to my ears, as you always say.



Have I ever told you?
Te extrano mucho mucho.

Buenas noche, carino.

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