My Radio

Suddenly, my radio has stopped! Wow! What a weird sensation. My day has no noise, There is no more fun, No more new wave, jazz, blues, nostalgia, no more light or heavy rock, samba, reggae or beat. No tango, no bolero and without the "two steps here, two steps there," I'm left with one ordinary routine like those we pray for finishing because there is no pagode, waltz, swing. My radio is quiet and I'm totally bored. There is nothing interesting as if the lovers' heat has frozen. Time is passing slowly . . . What is going on? Recently it was fixed! And its battery is new . . . From here on, no more sound mind, no more laughs it's a cold shower that my radio is silent for some unknown reason. I try everything: move it and swing it and hit it. I open it, mess around with it so much that it's bent. It plays no melody . . . it's closed up, mute, absorbed like an empty church with the silence of those who give up, I think, my radio is dead. Patricia Evans