Dear self,
outside is darkness
a chaos
and we never wish for dark clouds
sometimes, things happen unexpectedly
have you ever dance in the rain?

you tell yourself you are never enough
but aren't we all?
we are never satisfied. We are always hungry
for something

we keep searching for it
but for now, be grateful
look around you
you have enough resources to live

you are breathing
that is enough

You are enough. next time,
if you're feeling blue
dance slowly with the blues

laugh even though you feel like crying
tell yourself
"you are beautiful; you can do it."

There are no excuses. Now get out there and change the world. Maybe start by making your bed as the first task of the day.

it feels like walking in a space
with the reflection of the Tunupa volcano on a gargantuan salt flat lake

the pink flamingos flock and spread their wings
creating a sprinkle of the roseate sky on the crystal water
The wind was blowing under the sunlight that gleams through the veins of the land of iodine

The floor is a ceiling of incantations,
where at night, a myriad of stars whispers a burning desire on how to live your life

The next thing you know is to chase
the sunrise and embrace the frosty wind;
walk through the rock and grass fields where the llamas adore the grand white flats

If you look closely, the tiny houses are no more visible insight
your feet are taking you up, defying gravity
the rocks don’t seem to aggravate the journey
and there you are, standing tall and high
looking at the frozen salt ocean

Oh, how big and mighty, touching the sky, and you are just on top of the world
with tranquillity, standing next to a crater with courage and no fear,
then sometimes you are the only person who can pat your back and say, “we did it. Now, no one can stop us. What a climb!”

In the second circle comes
a desperate heart, from the love
that end their destiny, attach and blown by the infernal wind
a contrapasso of carnal desire
and it seems a lesson
that has never been learned in this present world

How difficult it is to follow the path and be guided
by our wisdom, or a Roman poet
that will lead us closer to Divinity

I may or may not believe in a higher council
but the divine love of true self
is what brings us knowledge to
'see things, unknown to man'.

Maybe if we keep walking through the woods,
our pilgrimage is what makes us a true Poet.

sleep and swoon from the lullaby
think of a stream that
would take you to a paradise

although, son, know that when you
open your eyes

the world will never be the same

it’s still cruel.

and then you just drifted
from the current that took away
the mirth in this place

what there is left,

one man in an island.

4,000 miles in between
road less travelled, dead ends
dividing you and me

wishful stars,
aligning, when you or I close our eyes
it was written in time
to break the distance
until you are brought to me

courage, cher coeur

a song coming from the tranquil skies

Years had passed
I see yonder,
Withered leaves on the ground
And dyed coffee envelopes
With an old Paris stamp that marks the date of 1934
It sits beside a dismal brown bitten apple
In a small abode
In the mammoth province of Branderburg Prussia
The rickety Tudor house cries in silence
The ghost of the past beseeched to be free
Cobwebs stifled my hands
In opening the forgone mail
Bundles that haven’t received by the receiver
“Let’s ride the rails”, he said
The young deep voice echoed in my head
My weak knees quivered
“We should get going” the two ladies in white scrubs held my arms
One step at time, we went in the wheels
That would take me back to this new place
I could never call home
The declination of the economy and the war broke us
But the memory didn’t die, it never did

I do not hold an astrolabe
nor a compass
but the magnetic force
calculated the point of latitude
that pivoted my ship
around the axis
of your destination