I dream of my summer in shorts
I dream that my bones are not achy and we are in a garden under the sun
And we have time.
My dreams are a garden warm and humid and fruity and lazy afternoons with the fan on
And waterslides and iced tea.
My dreams are in the nineties.
Those true summer days seem so far away.
The sun's not even the same.
I want to look around and find a reason to smile in this day and time
Solstice
At 27 Celsius
This may be a normal day.
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This rain, like a stranger's touch on my skin
All lush and fresh, completely welcome
A line of light in the dark and then the thunder
And the drops of water slapping the thirsty floor one by one
Like an endless parade of kisses
I click my tongue to the rythm
And inhale its wet smell.
Babe, I know that you are not happy.
You are way too smart for that
But I don't care. I just want to see you smile.
I would keep the sky cloudy for you if I could
Your laughter is my high
You are the love I love the most
You are so dark yet you are my light
You are my forever more
I always want to keep you
Always Happy
Baby, it's OK
You don't have to be the perfect tyrant that you dream about
You can just be my child
Everywhere you look there is chaos, I know
But know that you are strong
You are beloved
You are going to be just fine
Despite this wretched world
Give me the gift of your smile
I want to make belive that you are happy
Even though I am well aware
That you are too smart for that.
Get your nails done. Dance to the music.
The little details matter. You matter.
Doing as you please is therapy, too.
Turn your "happy" on, and turn down your worries.
Smoke that cigarette and drink that beer.
After all, there is only one life, but work is endless.
Get the nails done
and don't ever forget that you matter.
May you remember me when I am gone
may you miss my baking and my cooking,
may you remember me through common flavors
and try to find me in your own cooking, your own baking.
May you pass my love on to your loved ones through those flavors.
May you miss speaking English with me
and whenever you have no one around to converse with,
may you miss my presence and those times of nonstop chatter
about nothing and everything, and may you then be certain
of how much I loved you and how precious you always were to me.
May we always be together.
May I have a life beyond my life to love you and to protect you.
May you be the happiest daughter as you have made me the happiest mother.
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Birds are chirping outside. I hear them sometimes from my desk, but here they're louder.
Sometimes I want to scream like one of them. I regret not having wings and not being able to fly.
All the wild bue yonder would be mine. No more bank accounts needed. No appraisals from work.
There is so much to say, yet we remain quiet.
I wish I could raise my voice like a bird
and everyday enjoy the sunshine.
The website just asked if I am a robot.
Judging from the way I get treated at work, I am dubious. I may be a robot.
And maybe these are not really my dreams, but the expected performance parameters of someone who programmed me in C#.
My interface is a little bit damaged due to poor maintenance. But so long as I keep my core function, no one cares.
Coffee is a vice to me.
Screens, a necessity.
I run on electricity and Wi-Fi.
Every morning I open my eyes, and there are things I have to do. Why can't I choose my own day?
Sometimes I'd sneeze, and people get surprised. Is it "Waste and Abuse" if I have to sneeze during working hours?
Please rate from 1 to 5, with 1 being "poor" and 5 being "excellent"
the service I have provided.
Anyway... Duty calls. A robot must follow the human command.
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Por como me tratan en el trabajo, ya me hicieron dudar. Tal vez sí soy un robot.
Y mis sueños en realidad no lo son; sólo son el desempeño esperado por alguien que me programó en C#.
Mi interfaz está un poco dañada debido al pobre mantenimiento. Pero mientras yo siga realizando mi función principal, a nadie le importa.
El café se ha vuelto un vicio.
Las pantallas, una necesidad.
Funciono a base de energía eléctrica y Wi-Fi.
Cada mañana abro mis ojos y hay cosas que tengo que hacer. ¿Por qué no puedo elegir mi día?
A veces estornudo y se sorprenden. Y yo necesito tomar unos minutos. ¿Es fraude estornudar en horas de trabajo?
Califique usted del 1 al 5, donde 1 es deficiente y 5 excelente, el servicio que le he brindado hoy.
En fin... El deber me llama. Un robot debe cumplir las órdenes de los humanos.
