Last Saturday I posted some pics of a small part of my house and got astonished at how successful they were among my friends. Never before had I got 16 comments on a Saturday! Those photos are special to me but, so normal and bare!? Taken with my mobile! Yet, thank you so much for those beautiful comments. You people are great.
My fave of the week was AGE VISION, which came up just by saying to myself “The old man…” I loved so much your comments on it. Wow!
On the right you can see some pictures of the actual house I wrote SOLITARY “for”. It’s a very decrepit old house which has attracted my attention ever since I was a child, for its solitude and beautiful surroundings. Lucky me I can go and visit it whenever I want- every time I go for a walk near my house (less than a mile away…) Again photos taken with my super mobile!
BUBBLES I wrote thinking about you my friends, because of that LOVE which has actually grown between you and I… It’s like bubbles, subtly tangible. Some of you are really special to me (you know who YOU are, so no need to mention). Except for the one living at the bottom of my nearest continent- most of you are on the other side of the Atlantic… (I haven’t forgotten the English or the Australians, right?…)
FUNNY DATE I wrote mainly because I am so fed up with my not getting a date these days… and especially because this week, in class 
with some of my students- we’ve been reading about Speed Dating. And I thought…well, in my case it’s “Self- Dating”, and that poem was born…
On Thursday I took a rest and yesterday I had no idea what to write in 55 words- I always like it to be fun and at the same time thought provoking. Although I’ve been to therapy a couple of times, these true dreams I’ve interpreted myself… for something I’ve got to know about this one I live within…
Again I’ve loved the comments, especially those of Shay… So that’s why I’m also posting a poem today!
This goes to my special blog-friends who, for different reasons, seem to be openly concerned about Death. Curiously their names all start with ‘S’…
UNTITLED
Are you afraid?
That’s typical, so pray
Where do they go
After passing away?
Do they fly
Do they get any sleep?
Or is it all they do?
Are they near here?
Gone with God?
Or are they themselves
Gods and Goddesses?
Are they cold, depressed?
Or are they so happy
That just can’t say?
Are they old or young?
Whatever they do
Wherever they are
No answer I get
Yet, my sixth sense
Keeps telling me
That must be a nice place
Where no-one ever rests…
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©Dulce
