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.
5/30
13 years ago