Flamenco

It was a short drive, from point a to point b with a short cut on Avenue C 

They stepped out of the car and walked into the city street lights 

Towards the left they saw the place 

Tucked in under a guitar shop 

And you could hear the gentle hum of dinner conversations 

They walked in 

The lights didn't dim 

although the show, it was about to begin 

With a ruffled skirt, a flower in her hair and castañuelas in hand 

she danced and felt with passion each strum of the guitar 

Every olé was heart felt 

as her feet moved along faster 

the fringe in her mantilla became a single blur

The song filled every corner of the room 

Her eyes were closed 

and the miles of separation disappeared 

she was no longer in NY 

she was in her tierra gitana                                                                    photo                  

                                                                                                                                                     

-Bionica

If Only

There is a saying that when you stop looking, the right person comes along

It's one of those peek-a-boo things in life that just surprises you 

and when you think about it, can scare you a bit too

I mean think about it,

all of a sudden someone just pops up and says "Hello!" 

I would jump up a little and probably let out a little yelp, but that's just me

Now I wonder, does that also apply to jobs? 

Because if its does, then perhaps I should stop looking from now 

and wait for that moment in which a frazzled little something 

comes out and says "surprise!" 

it's not your party, but something better ;-) 

Ha! ok 

-Bionica