SUDDENLY…

 

SUDDENLY
Our first tango in Paris
Your first caress
Your first kiss
Never say never
Good things do happen
Suddenly

One day there is nothing but death
Suddenly life sprouts up
One day it’s bleak
Suddenly I see  the sun peak
One day it’s all cold endless nights
Suddenly the nights grow shorter
One day muffled cries into my pillow
Suddenly I laugh tossing my head back

One day I die
From lie after lie
Suddenly love knocks on my door
And my feet hit the floor
I can’t wait to see what’s in store
In a not too distant shore

Un dia un suspiro,                                             One day I sigh
De pronto un escalofrio,                                Suddenly shivers up and down my spine
Un dia bebo vino sola,                                    One day alone, I drink red wine
Depronto tengo quien llene mi copa  ,     Suddenly you fill my glass

One day I belong to no one
Suddenly you showed up!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2012

Un Sueño Sin Fin…

Eres un  sueño sin fin
You are a never-ending dream
I can’t lose
Nor can I win

Eres un  sueño sin fin
You are a never-ending dream
If you were to love me
You still think it would be a sin

Eres mi sueño sin fin
You are my never-ending dream…

-Eva Santiago copyright 2012

365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 205

I like cats a lot. Dogs are cool but cats DO rule!  When I was a child in and living in Colombia, I have more memories of playing with cats than with dogs. Then I came to the US to live with my uncle he hated cats so all we had were dogs. When I met my husband he was a cat lover and I rediscovered my love of  felines. As I look back, I see that I have written several poems about cats and hardly any about dogs. Hmmmm what does that tell you? 🙂

Today I share with you a poem that you won’t be reading in my new book do out SOON, Salsa! The Taste of Life. I wrote this during a writing session I had with Writing Royalty, my writing group. I hope this makes you smile as you face your Monday!

Madame Fifi

 

I am Madame Fifi;

I stand four feet three.

I live in gay Paris.

I have three cats,

Fiddle, Faddle, and Didi.

 

 

We live in a loft,

where the clouds hang low and soft.

 

 

I go to the opera house,

once or twice per week,

with Frederic Chopin, my pet mouse.

Oh, he’s such a fine gentleman;

I curtsy, and he takes a bow,

and opens the door as we leave our house.

 

 

I wear my mink stole,

in all kinds of weather.

I have several hats also,

one with a beautiful peacock feather.

 

 

I’m so in love,

with wonderful, clever me.

My name fits like a glove.

 

 

I love others as well,

but none love me better

than my cats and pet mouse,

and the old lady that sits at the well.

She is my sister;

we are great friends.

We laugh and get mad;

we tell each other to go to hell.

And through it all,

I know I am loved,

or  my name would not be Fifi.

-Eva Santiago Copyright 2012