Young poets

Write as you will
In whatever style you like
Too much blood has run under the bridge
To go on believing
That only one road is right.
In poetry everything is permitted.
With only this condition of course,
You have to improve the blank page.

- Nicanor Parra

Lost-and-Found

I sometimes wish we had a Lost-and-Found box. You know, one where we could go and look for things that we have lost along this path of life. We lose so many things - books, pens and pencils, erasers, plastic rulers, personal diaries, storybooks (that we never wanted to lose), bills and memos, important (but hard to keep track of) documents, CDs and DVDs, keys, friends who have inexplicably turned strangers, loved ones who may not be so anymore, our relationships, our identities and sometimes even ourselves. Surely, it would have been rather nice to have had a place to go search for such things..