Sunday, October 05, 2008


Remember when we were four.. or five or six or seven years old, and we were always so eager to show off our booboos? Look at this scratch, this bruise, this scar - the bigger they were, the better. Hey, look what I've overcome!

Since when did we stop being proud of our booboos?

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

October 1st

An old song on my guitar
Me, wrapped in my big sweater
A tall glass of steamed milk
With a pinch of sugar
A small autumn leaf
Words, well thought out
A happy and quiet smile
Here comes tomorrow