Swept away
by the impetuos wind of the heart
A white cloud
wonders through the blue of the sky
like a restless dream of love.

The sun shines through him
upon the green water of the lake
and in each sparkle of light
I see hope coming alive.

It was the end of August
in one peaceful night.
The wind dozed off for a while
and freedom floated around in the air.
Walking beneath the summer sky
You could feel
                 how each heartbeat
                                  turned into a star!
That’s why they spread so much light – the stars!
They carry deep within
A hope,
           A dream,
                        A promise.

A vibration in the summer hot air
The bow gently touching the cello strings
The floating of perfect sounds in pair

Holding my breath -
                       I am waiting...

Life itself reflects in cello sounds
And I can finally feel it!
The gentle embrace of my heart!

In a split second
I can grasp it all:
       The happiness to come,
       The nostalgia
floating in the ever-changing rhythm
              - Of life and love -
All carried away by the summer wind...

My heart skips a beat
In the afterglow of that
                     serendipity moment:
The perfect sound
vibrating from the right string of my *heart

I am the little child
sitting alone on a bench,
waiting for someone -
silently crying for fear of the dark

I am the teenager
finding herself at a crossroad,
learning how to make decisions

And I am the woman
smiling at the rain,
facing responsibility and consequences.

I am the child
dancing for joy
when seeing a flower bloom

And the teenager
rejoicing in her own recklesness

And I am the woman
loving life and people -
And all of this
In the neverending dance of each day.

The day you write a poem
is like no other!
It's like running through a dark corridor
and then you open a door
to this room full of light
that shines through you!
And you find yourself
conjuring words of hope and joy
fascinated in front of the endless
*beauty of life

I woke up for the thousand time,
- a voice telling me it’s going to be ok -
And knowing that some days
all you need to conquer
                                       is yourself:
that space in you where new dreams are born,
that path taking you somewhere,
- the one filled with the craters of your fallen hopes -
But still leading you
to that corner of your soul
where not historical battles are won,
Just some battles. Yours.