Wednesday, June 21, 2017

When I'm Lost





When I'm lost
And need a guiding light,
I'll search for our memories
Into the night.

When I'm old
(If old I become)
I hope never to regret
For what I haven't done.

At the gate
That separates the worlds,
I'll be standing and waiting
Among colors of gold.








Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Farewell









All that fits into a look 
Rehearses a farewell. 

There are too many dry leaves 
On the grass of my life, 
Swept away from their moments, 
Born to not stay ... ... 

Your skin is so ephemeral, 
 Fleeting is your look! 
And every touch is goodbye...

Each encounter creates roads 
To take you away from me...

 Nothing ever stays, 
We are lonely creatures ... 
It is part of our essence
To turn ties into knots.





Monday, June 12, 2017

Landscape








Sometimes
The landscape is not beautiful,
But we keep silent
Not to disturb other people's illusions.





Thursday, June 1, 2017

The Problem




You frowned; looked angry and quarrelled
Because of just one little word
You don't want to see me tomorrow,
And I wonder: was that ever worth?


Because yesterday I said 'no'
But that's not an issue, I guess
The problem was not to say 'no',
But having said always just 'yes'. 




Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Inspiration





Because I keep many blogs, many people ask me: "Where does your inspiration come from?" Well, I really don't know. I haven't travelled a lot, so I cannot say that I get inspiration from the many things I've seen or from the many people I've met. In fact, I haven't met many people in my life. I have a very quiet life and work from home, and I don't have a lot of friends.

I read a lot, though. But the things I write have nothing to do with the things I read. I write when I feel inspiration... and here I go again: where does it come from? 

I believe that one day this eager to write will disappear. It will be gone mysteriously, just like it came to me one day. I don't think there's a way to control it: I just sit down and write when I think I need to. It's like a very delicate thread that I hold in the air, and someday a strong wind will blow and take it away. 

Some people think I'm a writer. I don't agree. Writers write professionally and make a living out of it. Writers take writing seriously; I don't. It's just fun. Although there are people who have told me I'm talented, I doubt if they were telling me the truth or just trying to make me happy. Whatever the truth is, I really don't mind. I write because it makes me feel good. It's something beyond other people's judgment or approval. 

I write because I write. Just because. 




Monday, May 22, 2017

LITTLE DROPS OF RAIN








Little drops of rain
Dropping one by one
On the flower petals,
On the window pane.

They knock on the glass
And they say: “Remember!”
They turn into puddles
That splash on my fender.

Little drops of rain
Presents from the clouds
Wash away my fears,
Clearing up my doubts.

I look through the window
And sigh as they fall
My  whole world is  wet,
-From my eyes they fall…





Thursday, May 11, 2017

THAT'S WHY








I know
That she knows
That I know
What I know.

That's why
She's scared
Almost losing
Control:

She knows 
That I know
That she knows
That I know
What I know.







Tuesday, May 2, 2017

I HAD A DREAM






I think was asleep
When I heard the steps that crossed the room
And stopped right behind 
My sleeping body.

I think I was asleep
When I felt cold hands on my back
Shaking me, removing my covers
And exposing me to the coldest breath.

I think I was asleep
When I felt icy fingers moving on my shoulders,
And stopping at my neck
Pressing gently, then, strongly.

I think I am asleep
While I fly over the top roofs of my neighborhood
And look at everybody down there
Waking and walking out of their homes
Without being able to see me.




Monday, April 17, 2017

Insanity







Life is insanity,
Not a sequence of planned events.

When we understand this
And learn to flow with life's moods, 
We'll finally have inner peace.





Monday, March 20, 2017

My Way





It's just not like it is in the song:
The end might be near,
But I know I haven't done it
My way.

I did it as I could,
As it was possible,
Not always as I should
Have done.

Life is not a song,
Life is interaction,
Interchangeable acts
That touches us
And hurts us.

It's my way
And your way,
And their way.

No way.





Friday, March 3, 2017

I Wish I Was Sweet







Oh, I wish I was Sweet
So that you could taste me, 
Rolling me in your mouth with your tongue
And like me.
I wish I had the right amount of sugar, 
Or honey,
A person who constantly and tenderly smiles!

I Wish I Was Sweet, my dear,
And that you could only hear
Coming out of my mouth
The tenderest words ever said,
Driving into your ears
The sweetest words ever heard...

Oh, I swear I wish I was Sweet,
Diabetically sweet,
But in fact (you can tell it from the pace of my heart beat),
I think I'm just weird.






Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Beaming







Through the leaves, through the leaves,
Smoothly, softly,
Moved by the wind
The sun comes,
Beaming...

It combs the hair of the rain
Smoothly, softly,
And arranges them carefully
In a beautiful hair clip
Of rainbow.




Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Angry People






I know  a person who gets angry easily. Out of the blue, she (yes, it's a woman) starts cursing and accusing people of doing things they didn't do. In fact, she's a good person. But she has this (small?) flaw. 

When she's excited or nervous about something, she spreads this feeling all over her, affecting people's peace of mind. In these occasions, it seems that she's connected to a power socket, and has a bare wire: everyone she touches, gets a shock! When she finally leaves the place, we notice that we've become a little more irritated and tired, and for no reason!

Maybe I'm used to being alone for long periods of time, and being around people like her, might make me feel tired and unbalanced. I'm used to listening to birds singing all day, and being surrounded by things such as trees, mountains, dogs and plants. Being around people like her for a long time really drains my energy.

There are many people who behave in the same way: they think that the others are there to make their wishes come true and obey their orders. If one doesn't understand immediately what they want, they come stamping their feet towards us, faces full or rage, angry voices raised, saying how incompetent and useless we are for not having understood them the first time around. 

This person that I know is always losing things. Wherever she goes, she loses something, and while she's looking for it, she suggests that 'someone has taken' the object she's looking for. It's so bad to have people suspecting of us for something we didn't do!  I've been lightly accused by her a couple of times. And when she finally finds her missing object, which had been lost due to her own lack of organisation, she doesn't even apologise to anyone; just keeps acting as if nothing had happened. 

People like this often say that we must accept them as they are - with all their impoliteness, rudeness, and lack of good sense. The fact is that one day, they end up facing someone who treats them the same way. It always happens. But they never remember to be as understanding as they demand us to be. 




Wednesday, February 15, 2017

The Hummingbird







A hummingbird came into my house while I was working,
Looked at what I was doing
And quickly left through the open window.

I just stood in awe,
Enjoying its ephemeral presence, openmouthed, 
Heart pounding...
And I thought of the many birds life sends us
And we let them fly away, unnoticed... 




Wednesday, February 1, 2017

The Rain









The Rain


Little drops start a river.

They fall onto my dry roof
And leak to my thoughts. 

The rain has stories to tell,
Stories that reveal people`s secrets.

Little by little,
They dive
Into the river.








Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Life & the Sea



Our lives
Are just like the sea:
Beautiful and immense,
Mysterious and dangerous.

The sea forgives no mistakes,
Neither does life.

Live responsibly. 






Friday, January 6, 2017

The Open Door







One day I will leave,
I think I should,
 I wish I could…

But something keeps me here,
And it’s not the color of your eyes,
Or this arrogant sadness on your stance
That you never care to hide…

I think it’s this old door
That you keep open,
As if you didn’t really care
 That has me trapped at your shoes,
-I do not dare 
To break myself loose…

But one day I will leave,
I think I should,
I wish I could…