The scent of my plants,
The care of my green fingers
A good day blossoms!

Reason crumbles
when everything speaks
in the heart <3

it even mumbles
you are right!

Everything is simple
When you look at me
Full of unintended hope.

Light glows at your feet,
A twist of carefree,
Handy as a rope
Tied at a tree.

Can't be complicated
The way you turn things.
It can't be too bad,
When you have angel wings?

I keep up
Under your unforced gravity,
Irresistible majesty
When you smile at me.

  * *
    
Can't be complicated
When you have angel wings?
It can't be too bad,
The way you turn things.

I keep up near,
Under your light swings!

I  know it's smashing as a mountain
On top of your lungs
That long aged pain in the chest.

It was not meant to hurt that way
After so much time aching
Poisoning your vein.

The world is mad and **** vain
No own put care on you, no bandage
No drain

Just that same old pain
Beating on your chest
Hurting, crawling, coming after you.

But you will overcome it.
You know you will win this game.

Go after what makes you feel
Do not do always the same,
That way is not going to heal,
It just gets things more insane.

Yes, it's going to feel strange
Sometimes, like the weather,
You need things to rearrange
And then it will look better.

Let the wind lift, shake a bit
Your hair, no one's looking at
And it's all good to be wild.

Be free, you are ready and fit,
Open up your soul to the sunset.
Embrace your inner child.

There is something beautiful here
The grass getting burnt
The scent in the atmosphere
The pink sunset in the front

The post sign vertical still
Cutting in the sky
That old house up in the hill
To where I point the eye

That big tree that is wide
And forms a round circle
The castle lit in the mountain

There is nothing aside
The time is slow and a turtle
Is crossing nearby a fountain.

That big tree shaking the leaves
In big long strong branches of green
Showing its magnificent shape
Bending softly and kind.

That huge landscape realm
Where no eye could escape
Has put my conscience in bloom
Of poems and serenity mind.

Now that the sun went away
And left magic silhouettes with me
I no longer feel that strange feeling.

I just want to do day after day
The same kind of dance as the tree.
Feel all the joy and to swing.

The snail
Sneaks through the leave
Hides from the storm

That snake shape queue you were in
Aligned with my destiny
Brought our first words into being.
An interesting ping pong warm up exchange
Of facts and opinions
So irrelevant to the world
Gave origin to a great talk.
One we could breathe trust
And curiosity.

I remember the silent travelers around us
Probably hearing our conversation
A young couple even, considering our chances
We shared the same line of seats
Irresistibly...
Three hours passed like nothing.

Then one day I called your mobile
Hoping this would trigger something further
A hope is like a two way ticket
That wants no return
That phone call did shorten the physical distance
But you seemed much farther away.

The seed was buried
Forsaken through the winter
Hidden into the earth
A poem in the drawer.

Then over a morning dew
Unseen hands of beauty
Delivered the Lily anew
Its glow of purity.

As it grew fast and firm
The flower would soon become
The season's blast of charm
That draw with its perfume.

The time of the story came
When hands now full of shame
Pulled out Lily's apart
And broke also my own heart.

But flowers are never ceasing
Since they connect with earth
And shalow they rest purifying
Exhaling when they rebirth.

Your soft voice
Is so gentle
A breeze under the door
A poppy on a green field
Wanting to get noticed

I try to hear
To grasp where it comes from
The life who carries that voice.
Like a bee under the wind
Wishing to get by
Doing her job

You say farewell
Like the last inch of a Sunset
on the Horizon
You leave a Purple tone
A screen of Beauty
in my Heart.

If you are out there reading this
My penpal of Hope
Know nothing is what it seems

Your true angles aren't so crooked
Your real intentions and desires
Are beautiful fires
That will light up the bust of your Soul

A God's torch will guide your path
A God's angel will keep your back

Never in vain
You will sustain
With Love and Freedom

Carry on,

With Love,

Your penpal of Hope

I've gone walking
In the midst
Of memories
And I lost myself

There's so much
To go through
Smiles, phrases, faces
Moments, people, places...

I've gone walking
Redeemed and tuned
There is nothing that we can do
Caged we pay the price,
And feel the spin of the dice
Tumbling in our own shoot.

Simple and vivid
Friendship remains so easy
An opener for Love

If there were no waves
There would be no sea
My feelings come and go
Passing endlessly

Where there's sun and beam
Reaches us with no doubt
Even scarce they seam
Warm the very heart

My world is a river
Passing below the bridge,
I cannot stop the shiver
Encrusted at the ridge

I feel the troubled waters
The frenetic speed
It's useless, and yet true
Let's just breathe...

Hope is the faith we have to cling to
When everything we wish for
has not yet arrived.

To come out of the dark
The shallow fires have made us fly
Above deserts of ignorance.

We have found treasures through poverty
Happiness through pain
We have built bridges from valleys
And
We gained hope through time.

That we may still reach
The fruits of the heart
Seeing in Blindness.

I hear the sounds of the heart
When they arrive up in my shore
Though I may feel a bit apart,
Or rest a bit unsure

But the music is within
Being played inside of us
Making miracles unseen
Let's give hands and dance thus,

If you see me in the clouds
In the moon of my own thoughts
Come and rescue me from doubts

You will be my admired escort
That never had to shout
To lead me in the dance court.

I came running down that aisle of dreams
Ready to burst
When the priest looked and said
You are late

I entered a bit awed
Of the role I was playing in that church
Surprisingly I was the Groom

Happy faces looking me in the eye
The more upward the more familiar

I got till the end of that enchanted PATH
With only one thing in my mind
who is she?!

When I was ready to lift my hand
To make an objection of what seemed to be an illusion,
a misunderstanding,

I woke up
Confused, and you instinctively
said:

You may kiss the bride!

As my memory ran through the most difficult days I had
I remembered that I never had imagined that peace would come.

My life had been torn for so long that I became a Ghost,
I would deliver myself to that hoping to fight the real.

Then I remember the first day of my Life,
When you came, and my face was at the ground level
seating my paws, on the dark... between paddles...

I did not know you, or your intentions,
I could not suppose of an unknown feeling
That home feeling...

How could I know
But now I do
That this was the first day of my Life.

Maybe love will hurt you.
Maybe it will help you discover who you are.
It will be a bridge between your soul and another's soul.
You will cross many times that same bridge to find your loved one's heart.

You will do it no matter the difficulty or the distance between the two edges
Because when you love you only see what drives you there.
You won't see any barriers.

And it may come the time when you have to say goodbye
For the last time.
That bridge, that connection, may lose communication
But something meaningful happened for
Two hearts.

There´s something totally mad in this world
Behind all appearances of goodness.
And I know there´s so much love to grasp,
But I don´t feel people realizing it.

We are supposed of evolving
In absolute and unconditional ways.
In a sense we all should be really happy,
In some kind of cosmic sways
But this don´t happen nowadays.

I know where I would like to live,
In a place where just rules would strive
And win. Not because of Men!
But at least by a supreme, balanced Order.

That´s my hope.
A earth with no ideals,
Those out fashioned pills...
But more fair in events of daily life.

With no schizophrenic  bodies
And technical high-heels
Of insanity.

What if we knew the way
Where he head now?
Would this change?

Yes, the world is mad.
Like I said...

It´s not complicated when I speak
But I´m silent.

I feel like a good old wine,
In the shelf.

People pass and say, how antique
70 years old, it must be good!

I say: - Yes I could.

My mind is the house of ghosts
They are intruders
I am the host.

Bring me the sweet old days
We hang together.
The streets we crossed in sways,
Better and better.

We had this youth within,
And we made it last my friend.
We tanned so much skin,
In the outside we spent.

We hugged every day,
Because it felt so good!
We would long our stray,
Every time we could.

A ritual long forgotten.
Now we are apart.
And man, I feel so **** rotten
A game without a part...

I miss the feeling of sunshine,
In our summers lived on the edge,
Like we had our own shrine,
Another day was our pledge!

Do you remember the litter of abandoned cats
we used to look for?

Those tiny little creatures appearing dispersed,
With different colors,

They injected us surprise when they gazed
With those cute eyes.

In the old street between the streetlamp and the waste container.

Now I searched from time to time
But not even a cub...

And I miss when we used to...

There´s  a new dimension,
It´s called Truth.
If you have attention
As you hold youth.
Don´t you dare waste it
It´s not bullet proof.
So you better taste it.

We never get to know
How big is the world we live in.

It´s all made of invisible ties,
We pertain to the roots of the past.

And if you look for all you´ve learned
You just see the tip of the iceberg.

If you asked me what love is
I couldn't´t grasp the feeling

Because it´s deeper than I know.
It´s like when you yell at dusk

And your voice echoes.
It never reaches the end.

And so the voice turns to you.

I wonder where my nightfalls
Go, when they pass candidly
And violet swallows the sunlight

The world is not better after I became a Monk.
But in the meantime I changed the way I see it.

So there are always space for improving,
Even our perception of the outside.

Do you know the feeling when you can´t feel your leg,
After a long period of being seated in the same position.
You want but you can´t get up...

That happens also when you are sad.
The dormancy of the spirit.

You know that if you concentrate,
Wait a little while, it will pass.

And you can go on...

The sky was open, solemn and bright.
My intriguing mind wondering what would happen next.
My Life, elements of so many hard times and frustrations
Charging my Soul, crushing me sometimes
In a silent root, played with invisible hands.

I guess the World is a strange place,
For each one of us, a different meaning.
We fall like the rain, each drop from the sky
We stay here, we grow, we laugh, we cry

Then one day, we return
We go perhaps to the same place
A place we call Home, near the stars...

In this moment it´s raining as when I born
After a moment of Pain and Joy
I wish this brings a beautiful journey
In this great Universe.

God entered into my Window a few moments ago
I gazed him: He came with a God expression
Of -  let the pain go!...
And I, could not resist his vow...

Since I´ve not insisted he smiled and I
Like invaded by such force reunited into the One.

So I energized in this haven of Light.

My hands were pressured gently
And felt like I was poured throughout the skyes!
What feelings of eternity arose,
What sense of hope in my heart!!

He left with an expression of God
Of - Just believe!...
And I, just did.

My heart is a soft breeze
Under the porch

Or maybe, it´s just your lips
Smoothing my senses.

I can take a Train
To the vain...

I can move West
Away from the rest...

I can go Ahead
And leave no thread...

Nothing strikes me
No Pictures on the Wall
I am something Unknown
A Process
Without Goal...

But I love the remains
Of which I left
Without disdain...

I have no Love
I search no Glory
Except a dove...

The road always belong to those who feel the courage.
It´s never for the ones who hide at the bushes
You see this road of ups and downs, cliffs and dangers?
Take a small step, be curious, go!

No matter how rough might be,
Don´t forget
To be!

Complete is an adjective
That stands for empty states of being.

Whenever I am empty
(of thoughts)
I am complete.

It´s rather strange
How we arrange words.

Silence is fullness
Silence is presence
Silence is abundance

And stillness is a state
Of motion.

I am not sure if this is a statement, a prayer or a poem.
I know that I am older and wiser.
I know that I am not all or nothing.
I know there are people strong
People that fought as I did
And if I am not wrong
I will succeed.

The Sun rose for all the land,
And touched the face of rich and poor.
In this moment I felt secure,
My heart turned rock from sand.

I had opened my eyes to see from within.
Some sort of energy became to stand
That life was beautiful and meaningful,
The flowers colorful and vivid.

In each person I could see something new,
With no past references I could get through,
My heart was a hand holding a candle,
Wishing its light could glow on you.

Like rock it is as then, the heart that once was sand.

This was a day in September
If you remember
We were rolling hay
In a Van Gogh´s painting

After we discovered pure Gold
meant to be our tightest hearts
And so we rolled so much hay
in that long September
We got rich and famous

I see you at the middle of the street
With your loose style amidst
The dull colours of mist

Your presence is not severe
You carry no presumption
You are always discrete.

Calmness and a sense of balance
Intertwine our spirits and words
Like an angel guidance

We talk in a smooth environment
No criticism on thoughts
Both speech and silence content.

Truth and acceptance glows
In your eyes,  honesty flows
Within. A glittering scene.

Faithful reason of mine
That saves you pure and divine
Even in presence of evil

(Surrounding me...)

But not passing through this line
That guards you with tenderness...

You remain forever Rose
Where never lacks the beauty shine.

I never meant to say goodbye
Because you were a brilliant friend
So if you depart I wish you the sky
Where we suppose good souls blend

Your friendship don´t disappear
I would not allow that happen
I have kept your heart dear
Must go on living then

Sometimes I feel you´re here with us
And I feel the good old days again
In spite of difficulties we stand thus
Regarding the love we remain

So don´t get sad my brilliant friend
And get the most of your tour
Around the space sea of light

You know I really comprehend
Now you don´t let yourself blur
And please be sure you shine bright!

Mozart! & The superb generous souls
That gave their life´s like a poem
Brought a ritual way of living
No spotlights on, just ears
Listen to them! the old superlative
Like spears flying in the desert
Of years... They cannot reach our side
Their immortality isn´t near
We live, but we don´t listen
We are the desert, No thirst after all
No inspiration

Escaping from the dark
Humanity howls
The mundane it´s so global
No sense of uncertainty, of magic
No glorious feeling, no mastery

Not a drop of excitement
We need no greedy, obscure ways of living
But we sure need Enlightenment
Music and Passion

“Against cannons, we march, we march”

   A thin light glows in the spirit of man
   Radiates… when Peace befalls.
   Lies on earth the vivid substance,

   Evil

   Raw essence, indestructible, offspring of Earth,
   Of its womb
   Renews itself, grows, triggers

    And man soccumb in fright
    At every turn, falls into its web
    In its plot.
    And embodies the flame without secret.

    It´s brief the small glory of man
    History says

    In man an entire end is emminent.

Only passion aspires perfection
Love, knows perfectly the ups and downs.
It loves at the vísceras of death
And at the pinnacles of happiness.

It´s soft at the valley
Where waters made its way through
And insuperable for men to fight against.

It´s difficult to love when we are down,
It´s like having nowhere to sleep,
We just pretend that we have an option.
Under the bridge or on the garden bench.

Like dust, we rise a couple seconds
At the passage of the unknown
Anxiously aiming to be oxygen
In someone´s lungs
But we fall painfully slow on the ground.

Like smoke of a fire
Or fog we have an effect
A principle of being
But we just can't feel it

A cause
Or a mere colatteral accident in life?
A real pain
Or nature´s oblivion...?