sábado, 20 de março de 2010

THE
LOVE AFFAIR OF THE TEAPOT
THAT WAS FEATURED LIKE A CHINA DUCK

Along the Street Of The Blue Lantern, right in the heart of Peking, a teapot travelled, featured like a china duck. In shape and colours it resembled a china duck, but from its beak out came tea and not quacking.
The china duck, that happened to be a teapot, was about to catch a boat – or rather a ship, I should say, as big as a floating continent. From the stern, the teapot gave, as the ship sailed away, a last look at the tiny eyed people gathered on the dock.
As the ship sang her howling tune, the teapot trembled and nearly cracked. It crossed the seas, leaking its tea at five o’clock sharp. A lustrous face and a shiny beak it kept, and mewling its love words to his sweetheart cup it found itself mocked by both saucer and spoon.
The oceans were crossed and blue became green. The teapot that was featured like a china duck trembled and nearly cracked as the ship was docked. Taken it was through the streets of England, to the heart of London.
Before it, a mansion stood, with towers and a bell that tolled at five o’clock sharp. Once more, the teapot leaked its tea into its no longer sweetheart cup and spilled a bit over both saucer and spoon.It found its ubiquitous true love when put away in a mirrored cabinet, looking to its left and to its right – another teapot that was featured like a china duck

sábado, 6 de março de 2010

SOMETIMES

Sometimes I set out,
Sometimes on a train.
Sometimes I'm out long,
Sometimes I'm right back.
Sometimes I'm all up,
Sometimes a bit flat.
Sometimes I dive in:
Sometimes from a step.
Sometimes I'm all happy,
Sometimes I feel blue.
Sometimes I find courage,
Sometimes I get yellow.
Sometimes I am me,
Sometimes just a shadow.