Sunday, April 26, 2009
unless it rains...
I don't remember the place where we were or the time it was when you left. I don't know why you felt so mine or why I lost you when everything seemed so fine. I just remember it was raining hard, like it rains now, though now the rain is sadder for there is no you. I was crying... that I recall, did not know what to do and you said,drying my face with your hand, I was sweet. You looked into my eyes, kissed me on the cheek, and walked away without looking back, so tall... You left me there......
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Saturday, April 25, 2009
Live dream by dream...
Live dream by dream and dream day by day... If others scare you or hold you back, remember there is no need to run or scream, not as long as you can dream, for only a dream can make things right make what's small great, and greatness you will never regret... but beware, becoming a queen or king one can become a slave and loneliness is the prize one gets when wanting glory one forgets that some little things are more important than fame. Cry if you must, soul cleansing tears are never a shame,...
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Friday, April 24, 2009
Is it love or lust?
Loosing my self into the dark sea of his eyes just above me... his eyes...they can taste my need... and I need him so His arms go around me... his breath brushes my face... and each tender touch, each soft kiss; draws me close to his beckoning lips. My heart races as he touches my hair... and his hands full of love trace the the shape of my breasts I am so near him now... both in body and soul, and my thoughts become blury I can't think any more. Love or lust...I don't care as long as I am with...
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
Don't lie to me
Don't lie to me, please don't pretend. You have forgotten, haven't you, all the kisses that I gave you in all those rainy afternoons when we made love, and the long winter days in which we had nothing to do but to talk in the kitchen by the stove and how you loved to tell me your dreams, your nightmares, your wishes... everything for there was no one in this world that you felt closer to and that was also how my heart felt about you. You don't remember, do you. how our heart raced back then...
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Monday, April 20, 2009
You
You, that like me go through life half empty half full, never asking the questions that would get you truth, content with existing, getting by, seemingly happy in the knowledge that you survive.... You, who have inhabited my heart for such a long time... since that day when we were torn apart by a fate that if there were justice should be damned. You, who I always go to in my mind when I need to escape from the busy world I live in and who I have adored, and for whom I have sinned. You, are...
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Tears
T ears Tinny drops of salty water that show what our heart feels and sometimes come out when we least expect them to tell the world our heart is breaking Tears have the flavor of old wounds and new hurts, of happy thoughts and long good-byes they can be sweet and tender like a loving smile, or bitter and sad, like a cold windy day, We cry when we laugh. We cry when we pray. Tears are what make us human, what sets us apart from the rest because only we can feel the weight of a sigh, or believe...
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Saturday, April 18, 2009
It's stormy out there
It's stormy out there, but the sky is strangely white, as if the clouds had come together to shelter the sun from the anger of the storm. The trees bend to the push of a wind that blows hard and constant from the angry sea. Its too dangerous to walk outside, but still I wish I could just run through the grass, jump into the pool and from there watch the spectacle of Mother Nature's show, I wish I could melt into the awesome power of this unbelievable sight. Oh... I cannot wait for the night for...
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Something wants birth
S omething wants birth,..but nothing breathes now. Writing is a curse as well as a blessing. The mind rambles on in its lowly erudition trying to mimic the heart, pushing, cajoling, waiting for a sign of something, anything, to quench its thirst of ignorance and the dryness of thinking for thinking's sake. The lonely mind, so small, has no truth of its own. Shapes go by undefined, never to be seen by and not caring for the one who senses them, but those shapes cannot cross that distance between...
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Monday, April 13, 2009
One crisp April morning...
I open my window this crisp April morning and it feels more like Winter than Spring, I am far from the ocean shore but the breeze brings me scents of my far away home while the cold in the air cuts through my thoughts like a knife. The sea of grass outside undulates to a northern wind like an ocean teaming with life, forming green waves that reach as far as I can see and take with them my hopes and my dreams, making me wish for warmer winds, fueling my imagination with a fire full of magic and...
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
I love that feeling...
I love the feeling that possesses me when the need to write seizes my heart and fighting its way through my mind's maze a half thought poem emerges from some hidden place, moving through the darkness, looking for total birth; an idea mixed with sights and sounds becoming real, like some magic moon which appears and flickers, then fully shines for the first time. and becomes alive in the darkness... that darkness which once I was afraid off, but now I see as the colorless background of fertile,...
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Friday, April 10, 2009
Chocolate dreams...
C hocolate dreams and golden eggs hidden among the flowers of the back yard. Everyone running among bushes and trees I, wearing with pride the fine white dress that Grandmama had made out of ribbons and lace Waking up early to get to church first so that we could get a front row place and watching the preacher as he spoke and spoke about a man that lived, died and came back, a man he said, was G-d in his heart. Mostly the words we heard were about love and about life after death... as he went on...
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Monday, April 6, 2009
That room
I like the feeling of that room, the one on top of the stairs, with its big windows looking out into the garden, a flowerless garden full of contrasts where the many shades of green make up for the lack of colors. Four walls I can see through; Beyond them, life goes on like an endless complicated play full of meaningless characters, who go through their lines finding their places. Its all in the script, every move, every pause, and I see it all from that room, the sunrises full of light, the...
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Sunday, April 5, 2009
Waiting in the shadows
I am waiting in shadows filled with the same words and the same gestures. I wait with empty hands orphan from the soft touch of yours... while you dwell in that far away land that exclusively exists in your mind and its not quite heaven nor is it hell, a place where you seem to fit quite well. so I wait here, touching mirrors, a fugitive from time suddenly thrown in a world where nothing is mine, alone walking where the snow is black, with my night ration and my mourning watch marking the...
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Friday, April 3, 2009
Love knows no barriers...
L ove knows no barriers, not even that of trust. It is like space, seemingly empty, seemingly weak, yet all things that move and live have their begining in it. I do not know its source, but I would not dare say no to it. I know that I would be blinded by it, yet I would see clearly. It would probably render me deaf, yet, I would be overwhelmed by the beauty of it's song, finding myself defenseless, open, gladly bound by freedom.
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Thursday, April 2, 2009
C ome my sweet friend, hold my hand and face the sun for there no shadow lingers and no ghost will dare to dwell. See the sights and sounds and wonders of life past your sorrow's veil. Taste the beauty and sweet colors of gentle winds unblocked and free. Come, trust me, I'll help you be. "Ayez en moi... et votre vie seront aussi faciles qu'une promenade dans le cluds" Boileau
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Look around you
L ook around you... do you see the soft pastels that adorn the birth of each and every day? They are always different, but always just as beautiful And the wind that touches your hair and messes it so, is it the same as yesterdays breeze which blew off the papers from your desk on to the floor? No, it is not and yet its still the wind. So this feeling that changes the way I look at the world, this warmth that envelopes my heart when you look at me, might not be the same as the feeling I felt...
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Monday, March 30, 2009
The wayward wind rattles the rose ...
T he wayward wind rattles the rose, soft petals bend to its touch, and the fragrance that just before sweetly from it arose now floats scattered above the rocks. As the sun peaks from behind the clouds bright tears of rain moisten the ground, thunder fills silence with sound, You kiss me and we both run, afraid of what we've just found Its Spring again time to fall in love and forget about pain.
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Sunday, March 29, 2009
Steel and Red Bricks ( New York City)
R ed bricks seem to go on for ever in walls that reach up like long concrete arms, towards a sky that seems distant and small. Old buildings that have seen the passage of time, have felt the pain of a thousand broken hearts, and the happiness of just as many smiles. The imprint of time makes them look dark. Beautiful buildings of steel, tall, lean and proud, painted with colors that please the eyes, casting their dark shadow on man's daily rout, filled with people selling their hearts. They are...
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Saturday, March 28, 2009
We must learn to wish upon another star
Y esterday's raging fire is today's ashes. To try to revive it is as futile as trying to stop time at that special moment when our heart thrived and we were so happy, so in love, Sad as it is... there is nothing in those ashes that can ignite. Our passion burned off, all our dreams, like smoke, floated away in the night and even though the love itself is still there all around, in memories that will not die... it does not matter... just as it does not matter if the tree branches bloom after we...
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Friday, March 27, 2009
Love, gardenias, roses and the Spring
S pring has arrived. Gardenias and roses bloom. Love is everywhere
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