I Am a Lonely Bird

I’m a lonely bird
I fly as high as the trade winds can take me
I plunge in the deepest waters
in search of that hidden shell

I feel the hot air
caressing my feathers
and the sky crying tears of rain
in my eyes

I fly and fly and fly
I glide and glide and glide
I shall never stop
New lands, new scenery
that’s my world
that’s my soul

I am a lonely bird
I fly alone.

Florianópolis, August 26th, 2022.
On my way to the Scenic Arts class at Federal University of Santa Catarina.

The Pink And Purple Bird Feeder

The pink and purple bird feeder
makes the little bird a tweeter
Round body and skinny feet
The birds come and tweet
Now, it's empty the bird feeder!

Florianópolis, SC, Brazil, August 13, 2022.
This limerick was written as an exercise, during an English class with my dear student Rosa Maria.

The Old Man From Spain

There was an old man from Spain
who never liked the cold rain
And felt a lot of pain
He traveled very far
And never broke a jar!
That grumpy man from Spain

Florianópolis, Sc, Brazil, August 13, 2022.
This limerick was written during an English class, as an exercise, with my dear student Rosa Maria.