Curtain

Blank screen of doom find me wonderful words, nothing fancy just words that have a resonance in my mind and gladden my heart. I remember a boy of fourteen, every morning at six he milked, five cows, by hand, leaning his heads on the cow´s womb he dreamt of Africa Africa, but I met my wife she is from Congo, so you may say I know Africa intimately but that was not what the boy was dreaming of. O, blank screen do not let me fall into banalities, it is just I like to remember as much as I can before the screen the curtain draws the screen.