Family, the feeling
of a simple life,
interconnected,

a village in time
where things rhyme.

Childhood memories
mingled with the present
we live in,

pillow talk, fathers
and mothers gathered
and making their point

at the end of the day
before sleeping, together,
your hand on my chest

and mine on your thigh
till the end of Time.

Poets taste letters
on the tip
of their tongue,

make lines out of
nothing before

sleep gets along.

They sit and they hum
and they write

in a streetcar at noon,
in the heart of the night.

Apples
in a bowl
on a wooden table
glowing
in a beam
of sunshine

A window
facing trees
gently moving
in the winds
of Summer

A hand
pooring coffee
for a friend
at the table

Senses intermingling:
apples, wood, summer wind
talk and friendship
in a timeless moment
of simplicity.

Let me tell you a secret
bout The Meaning of Success

1. Go away
2. Do other things
3. Come back
4. Find what has been there all the time.