Eastern evening

Hi everybody! I am really sorry because I do not know who reads this. I just write. Since I don´t know who read, is difficult to write so I simply just write. And write.

I previously told you that I have this urge to write. I have it inside me. Sometimes several days can pass without this need to write. Strange. It is also strange that I sometimes write poems. I remember when I went to high school. At that time, poems was just something difficult and complicated. Difficult to understand. Now I follow my own rules and call it poetry myself.

I suppose it (poetry & writing) is like a good wine. It needs to mature before it is good. Like olives. I was going to buy Bassett´s candy last night that is why I think of wine. I love Bassett´s. One of my favorites. Would be nice to have half size since I eat everything if available. I think that it was when I stayed in France I learnt that you need cheese & sweeties after dinner. A very good habit. Food is culture.

Today is a special day. I am in the countryside. I have lit a fire. And I write.

 

Best wishes,

Anna

 

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