for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

haiku-la luna blanca


la luna blanca

llores en mi corazon

el silencio en aula


(white moon

weeps in my heart

the muted cage)


los ruisenores

mosca en la noche blanca

deje heridas


(the nightingales

fly into the white night

leaving wounds behind)


Listening to Julio Iglesias, I was suddenly composing these haiku in Spanish! I feel like winning the lotto! But I can’t reward myself with a million dollar “jornal”–that would not match the value of joy (alegria!!!), which, of course, is priceless. I’ll say for these haiku, I pay myself a $1000.

July 19, 2009 Posted by | haiku | , , | 7 Comments