"Buenos Dias, Buenos Dias,"
A little girl sings, waking me from sleep.
I imagine her skipping down the cobblestone streets,
rousing others with her song.
Any bed with him is where I want to be:-)
I opened my eyes and realized, last night was not a dream.
I did arrive in Seville,…
With no lover to hold
or pull me back to bed
I wake early,
drape my robe on
and walk to the living room.
I pull the shutters, gently,
trying not to wake the children.
The shutters open with a creak --
reminding me that shutters make noises
and I can’t control these…