Why do I keep looking for you?
Even though you keep ignoring me?
And perhaps even lying to me?
Because I love you...
Love seems to be blind, deaf...
And apparently...
Immune to pain...
But I am not...
I am hurting...
But I still love you...
And I have not lost hope...
If this is not love... I do not know what it is...

The universe is a big place...
It is said it is infinite and ever expanding...
Maybe my soul is a universe also...
It is always searching for new frontiers...
New feelings...
And like a spaceship...
My soul travels the galaxies of life...
In fact...
Everyone's soul is a universe...
Everyone's heart is a planet...
Everyone's mind is a constellation of memories, ideas and experiences...
Us poets are dreamers...
And one of my dreams is to write a poem for each of my memories...
That would be enough for a galaxy of poems...
There are many places to see...
And infinite memories to bring back...
Every time you visit a new place...
A little piece of your heart stays behind...
But your soul becomes richer with the memories you keep...
The best place to be?...
Any place where you are happy and at peace...
I hope,  my dear reader, you will find many places that will make you feel happy...
All those places will be happy to have you there...

This is what I feel when writing poetry...
My heart and my soul are set free...
They can roam the universe...
Without any fears...
Poetry is the fuel for my dreams...
It is my way to show the world who I am...
I feel liberated...
For poetry is not just nice words and sonnets...
It is  way of life...

I wish I could speak many languages...
So I could tell you "I love you" in all of them...
I'm starting to believe I speak a different language from yours...
For my words go totally ignored...
Whatever it is...
It seems you and I will never be able to speak to each other in the language of love...
I will keep saying "I love you"...
Even though you don't understand me...

I carry a foldable chair wherever I go...
I found everything around me inspires poetry...
And the chair is not because I get tired...
No, it is just that I love life...
And everything around me...
And I lose my breath just by admiring my surroundings...
So if you see someone in a park...
With a pencil in hand...
A piece of paper...
Seated on a foldable chair...
And looking at the world as if it was the first time he is seeing it...
That is me...
Trying to describe the world through verses and sonnets...

It is winter time now...
Daylight savings time is over...
The clock fell back one hour...
But time does not stop...
Time does not know of summer or winter hours...
Time just runs...
Endlessly...
The clock can fall back...
But we can't...
We are guests in the infinite river of time...
And we sail in its waters...
Every second gives us the chance to be happier than the second before...
Don't think of time...
Think of happiness...
Life should not be measured in time...
But in happiness...
Never let your soul fall back...
Leave that to the clocks...
As for time...
Just remember the times when you are happy...
Time makes no sense when we are not happy...
I wish, my dear reader, a happy voyage in the  endless river of time...

Waited by the porch....
Longing for someone to ask for sweet words....
I can only offer poems..
No one seemed to want a poem...
People were only asking for sweets..
Everyone was in a hurry..
No one talked to me...
I guess the poet costume did not work...
But then again..
Who can describe a poet...
I will wait for another year then...
I still believe poems are a treat..
To the ears who want to listen to the soft whispers of a poem..
Or the souls that rejoice at these words...
As I see it, the world is a poem...
At least my world...