Thursday, May 14, 2009
I wonder...
In darkened afternoons, humid and hot, when thoughts of things that are not are all too present, all too real, the statues in the yard seem to kneel in front of dreams that will never come true, and mental images that taunted the mind from afar, come near, ever so close, and lay there untouched, waiting for a sign, a signal, to tell them they are born. In those empty lonely hours, after glorious mornings, when a lazy day suddenly erupts in symphonies of thunder and drumming raindrops, when we...
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
After I am gone...
A moon that is almost full comes up the horizon as I make my way back home. It seems to spring out of the silvery sea to feel the warmth of the wind's kiss, I gasp at its beauty, the beauty of that moon that finds me here, full of fear, suddenly aware of my insignificance... of the triviality of my existence, for what would really change if I were not here? That moon would still rise, that moon that looks now so soft, so strangely near, and its light would still make everything look nice, The...
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
A song I never heard before
It rains hard... a soft rain, unencumbered by thunder of hail and I walk drenched in the life giving, life taking waters that from heaven fall. Its gray and bleak all around in the darkened sky where the clouds cry on, but I smile...feeling small in the middle of it all and at the same time somehow tall, like I could reach the top of those trees that dance back and forth to the music of the wind. People run to hide behind their walls but I walk on happily listening to the storm. The rain...
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Monday, May 11, 2009
Footprints on the sand
Footprints on the sand, washed out the sea, erased by the waves that rhythmically caressed the shore. Trillions of stars witnessed their disappearance from the midst's of the darkness of the night, yet none can tell me where they are. There is nothing left of them, like if we had never been hand in hand walking, talking, loving. I envy the power of that sea that so efficiently wiped away that remnant of us which all could see, those indentations that were tangible proof of you and me. The...
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Sunday, May 10, 2009
Meet me.
T he sky outside is filled with stars swimming in the coolness of the night, and I miss the warmth that surrounds my heart whenever you appear whenever you are near... The trees look on as they always have while the romantic rushing of the waves murmurs to the wind an ocean's ancient song, a song that sings of mermaids and things unknown of haunting loves and epic storms... the song natives swear once you hear you become part of... Meet me tonight in this place where all who dream dwell, where...
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Have a happy Mother's day ...
Tell me... from that wondrous place where you dwell in the company of angels and beings of light, can you see us well? Can you see your great grandchildren sitting at night listening to the whimsical stories you used to tell?,... when they smile, does your mind with pride swell? and when they cry do you cry by their side and even though we cannot see you, do you do what you used to when we cried in your arms and your hands softly stroke our hair until we fell asleep right there by your heart?. I...
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Saturday, May 9, 2009
My yellow butterfly
A butterfly flutters about among the roses in my backyard Her yellow wings bright like the sun, move to the music that the wind plays, flaunting her beauty to Nature's song and somehow, the sight of her wilful flight lifts my heart and fills it with hope. She is so full of light, she is not afraid that birds of predators could get hold of her... putting her heart in her danse she refuses to hide and she seems so happy to be alive, but as her wings move, fanning the air they brush slightly...
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Thursday, May 7, 2009
I love the rain
It's raining now. I walk wrapped in the water's warm, shimmering embrace, I walk because I do not want to think. I am not walking towards but away from, thoughts I can't dismiss. The clouds above me are like flowing satin pillows of gray and fading purple and tall trees look on, their rough bark mellowed by a curtain of mist. The new born green grass is highlighted with drops of crystal, every blade swaying with a life of it's own, yet remaining one, a silent symphony of hypnotic movement. I...
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Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Spring is here!
Light intrudes through her window in a most obnoxious way, kicking the pillows, she stirs in bed, and she feels the warmth of the breeze that sips through the crack in her door's glass through which freezing air whistled, just a few days past. Seduced by the silky softness of her sheet's caress, she tries to go back to dreaming, back to the sweet place where she could touch with words those that her mind had traced, to that far away corner of her life beaten soul that still kept love intact in a...
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Tuesday, May 5, 2009
When the sun goes to sleep...
And at night...when the sun goes to sleep and a million stars brighten the sky... when my bed is empty and there is so much time I want to kiss a hand that's holding mine, rest my head on a chest and listen to a heart. I want to open my soul to someone and put aside all I know, silence all memories, all thoughts, so that my mind can open enough to accept the new, I want warm arms around me like there used to be making me feel protected... telling me I belong, and I want to know that which I was...
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Monday, May 4, 2009
Today
Today I read the poems we wrote so long ago. It was like opening the door of a room closed for a long time to find the scent of past dreams floating inside, I felt like if I were setting back the hands of a magic clock. bewitched by fate to mark only the hours I forgot and It was sad... sad like the reflection of a star in a well or that of a candle in a broken mirror. Our Love smiled when it was burning hot as if it didn't know that fire always ends up in ashes. Time has passed and I was...
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Sunrises
Sometimes the sun rises in streaks of pink that reach across the darkness like fingers of light painting a beauty, delicate and unique sweet and soft like a Japanese print Others, its light appears angry and intense like a force emanating from hell, its brightness from behind the trees projecting and the purpure rays making the sky so red it looks like the forest is burning. Still, other times like today the sun just slips out from his home in the dark with a message of love in his rays and...
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Sunday, May 3, 2009
Good night
Its late. The day is done and there were many things I got to do one of them being not thinking of you. I feel dreams knocking at the back door of my brain and I feel tired, spent, but not in pain... with an almost pleasant numbness in my head... and yes, there are traces of you still in there, but to a peaceful, restful night they are no threat for they are just like the tracks of a long departed jet plane across a blue sky, just lingering there, empty, floating in the air, awaiting the wind of...
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Saturday, May 2, 2009
I wonder if you think of us.
I am standing by the window of the study thinking about you, looking out at the wide sweep of a green valley spotted here and there with patches of color...so bright... and I marvel at the sight, because not two weeks ago everything out there was white, covered in a cotton- like late snow. I can see from here the river flow... bordering the miles of flat woods that run towards the straight line of the horizon as someone trying to escape would, and right on it... on that imaginary line which only...
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Friday, May 1, 2009
If I were to surrender my will...
I wrote this when I was 16 years old... I found it while searching my grandfathers attic in upstate NY. I hope you read it and laugh with me:-) but please remember.... it was 1970 and things were different then... If I were ever to surrender my will completely and totally to a man, it would be because he can fulfill every dream I've had since my dreams began He would have to take me places I never dreamed and in the midst of passion make me scream He would have to be, besides my lover, my friend...
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Thursday, April 30, 2009
The rain...
The rain in the city was either sad, soft and persistent or torrencial and inconvenient, but always inconsequential, for instead of being an event the rain falling on the buildings always became part of the city itself, not stopping anything, not changing much... but today, in the forest, the rain was special, magical, intense, and with the infinite possibilities of its wet touch, it drenched the trees, the soil, my soul melting upon all, with an immense confused sound not unlike that of a...
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Was it love?
It was not love...it was something else, but if we are to believe what people said, I sinned by offering you water that could have never satiated your thirst. It was not love, it was not that which churns in ones blood like a burning fire... it was more like something that's been always there that we find by chance... and lose again but it stays there somehow... somewhere, like an almost imperceptible pain... and that afternoon when you came to me and gave me that red balloon I closed my eyes...
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Temptation
Somehow it feels right when I imagine what you and I would be like... the way you look at me... and how I want to stare right back... tell me that together we could make sparks. I know nothing about you, not really but I feel in my heart loving you would be so easy... It would be like waking to a beautiful dawn and keeping the colors alive till the setting of the sun, I could be your dream, your one star in the sky, you, my knight in shinning armor, atracting me to your light. We could forget...
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Monday, April 27, 2009
Everything is fine...
I am with you... thinking about you, sitting in your shadow, your silent shadow that like the reflection of the trees on the placid water of the river trembles with the motion of the wind. With my head resting on your lap I stare at the sky trying not to think of tomorrows, hoping that if a tear escapes my eyes and I sigh you'll think that I am just watching a beautiful bird pass by Behind your gentle face I can see the sunset framing you with its vibrant colors, the perfectly woven tapestry of...
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Sunday, April 26, 2009
I wonder...
There was an old temple built on top of a mountain hidden for centuries behind tall trees We found it just by chance, you and me, while we walked by a river in Brazil and saw a light reflecting from its cross, mysteriously beckoning us to come. and when we got up there we were greeted by its walls, blackened by the passage of time Twisting around, hugging them tight, green supple ivy climbed its columns up high Its floors, once magnificent now laid cracked,covered, by the growth of the forest...
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