Hubby ordered André Rieu, Live in Maastricht Twofor me, to listen again to Ole Guapa, Buglers’ Holiday
Funiculi Funicula with André Rieu commenting him-
self; the people of Maastricht responding warmly, I
am burning inside, my lips in a tight line; trying to
remain ready to translate trigonometry
tomorrow - but I am not
The naughty James Bond girl got hold of the plot
graphic pictures in my mind that no-one must find
pasted pictures in my notebook, Wall.E and a dra-
gonfly fairy, I’m too excited to settle down, cannot
start on my book, have to discipline my mind, yet
to be scared again, feel anxiety - the only way
to force my focus into reality
Makes me so unhappy, I shall postpone feeling the
pain of transition tonight, it is impossible to alight on
the ground, my mind is floating beyond my little life
I can get it down by scaring myself; I refuse to do
so tonight, tomorrow I shall press the scorpion of
pain in my hand until the pain goes away, tonight
I shall allow my happy side out, even though
She is dangerous, in tears when reading poetry,
sings at the top of her voice, thin-lipped me
watching her carefully, she has no right to
exist, never works on a translation, when
she is in charge, she writes limericks,
playing on the Internet, she laughs
all the time
How can anyone stand it?
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