11 ways of looking at writing workshop

Goldberg took me
to the edge of the
clouds of happiness

The job never ends:
reading a great pleasure

Look to my soul;
found a hidden treasure.

Inmersed in words
inmersed in story

Couraged to teach,
encouraged to live

The classroom is silent
memories are minded

Friends come, friends go
they fly like birds

Pens are busy
memories come alive

profesores looked at us,
as we were predators,
hungry to learn.

Summer is ending,
the workshop is ending
tears are at the edge of our eyes

The workshop is over
knowledge is passed around.