You don’t go for my money
you beautiful honey
you are to me
always with a smile
laughing at my humoristic style
you are the bright cashier star
laughing “with” this recked car
I got to go another half a mile
for you to have a coffee with me in a while
my SWEEEEEET CAROLINE!!!
Foot Note. Being the caretaker of my mother for most of the days it has also
it´s advantages. I go everyday to the same supermarket and a cashier caught my eye.
First of all let me say I have become an expert on all types of food products, were
are they located, (at the beginning I was like a chicken with her head cut off running
in circles trying to find whatever the mother wanted) so ladies!!
Going back to Caroline… in Spanish is Carolina. How did I get her name you are wondering…
The magic of this crazy priest, or also might have helped that she has a name tag on her
right breast, which are quite nice to look at. I usually move forward more rapidly but
lets give it a bit of time, today I came so happy about my encounter with her that
when I realized, I had walked past my mothers street and had ended 2 streets up the damn
hill. All the while thinking about the poetry involving Caroline. She made me work out only with her smile,
then back down the damn hill said hello to mother,hit the keyboard and Voila! Magic happened
in writing. Magic or tragic according to each taste.