viernes, 20 de marzo de 2009

Little Karen dreams of trains...

By: Angel Valles C.


In a musty, pretty old home
somewhere in Tulsa, Oklahoma
little Karen is counting dreams
instead of jumping sheeps...

Rainy nights and sunny days
with nothing else to share
but true love and emptiness,
hanging windows on her face.

-Wanna bid a quarter or a dime?
And little Karen is counting stars…
-Yeap! I just wanna a kiss, girl of mine!
And little Karen dreams of trains…

Nobody believes when she says:

-Mom, Dad! Cross my heart I hear a train...
-Don’t mind! (that’s what they all say)
-She’s just a little pretty girl
acting kinda strange...

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