Yeah right! I was trying to do this the other day, but I got confused about how I was supposed to know in which moment I was going to live. They all speed by so fast. I could not pick out the one in which I was surely ‘meant’ to live. So I tried to envision my moment as a big red London bus which would soon appear around a metaphysical corner with its number and destination board clearly marking it as my bus, my moment, into whose creative interior I could throw my whole existence and for who really knows how long actually LIVE! But fate decided that all the buses are the same, and I hang around the bus stop with my head snapping from one horizon to the other as one conductor after another raises a quizzical eyebrow as he flies by. I want to get on, I want to get on, and obey that wise imperative…

a. …I jumped on the very next bus and found it was already full of passengers wondering how in hell they could get off without paying the fare.
b. …I jumped on the very next bus and at that moment its number and destination board came in to sharp and comforting focus.

darling, we will
never know
when the
oceans are
gone or when
the stars
are eaten by
the sky    

we might
live to see
another day
or we
might not,
and that is
that                

the path
ahead is
dark and
unknown
but how
will we
ever know

what this
trail holds
if we never
take our step?

my dear,
live your today
like your
tomorrow is
inexistent

do not live
for your
mother's eyes
or by your
father's words

live the way
you dream of      

live as if
you are
an explorer                          
in a new world

take risks
like the sun
will never rise

but hope
as if you
live forever
and have
unmeasurable
chances

this path
is dark      
but never
narrow

dream,
live,
breathe freely
my love

never be
burdened by
tomorrow

never be
blinded
by now

the world
the heaven
the seas
are yours

you are free

make your
days priceless

We cannot let time deceive us all.
If I so happened to die today.
This poem is all I’d need to say.
If I were to die before we spoke,
These words would be written in the smoke.
Say goodbye to all the tears and regrets.
Door closed, we don’t need the pain.
Time away just feels the same.
Without you, might as well be insane.
My thoughts of you haunt my brain.
Memories with you have begun to stain.
And my world will never be the same.

Teaching by Example
can be rather difficult
in a World where people seem to refuse
to learn how to teach themselves,
let alone have the humility
to concede the very fact
that there has been opportunity
that they have opted to miss,
however consciously.

To learn
is up to One's self;
no one else can, let alone will, do it for you.