I am walking by a park...
I can hear the river caressing the shore...
An old Mill sits between the park and the river....
It is a sunny, but chilly spring day...
I can hear just a bird chirping...
We are just 24 hours short of the month of May being born...
This  park should be bursting with flowers and birds...
Seems spring is afraid to come...
The arctic wind refuses to leave...
It is just a matter of time before  the arctic wind gets defeated...
The same battle will be fought in November...
And by then the arctic wind will prevail...
For the time being I will close my eyes...
And I imagine I am surrounded by birds...
Of all kinds...
Goldfinch, cardinals,  sparrows, robins...
I became one of them...
Just another robin in the flock...
And by instinct I decided to spread my wings and fly away...
I can see the park...
The river...
The mill...
The people...
All from above...
I am a birdie...
And I just got my freedom wings...
I will let the wind be my companion...
I open my eyes...
And I realize I am not a bird after all...
But that does not prevent me from dreaming of being one...
We can imagine freedom anyway we want...
I see freedom through the eyes of a bird...
What could be more beautiful than seeing the world from above?...
While carried by the wind...

Waited for the meteor showers last night...
I wanted to hitch a ride to Jupiter...
For I've always wanted to visit its 79 moons...
Our own moon fascinates me...
And I dream of seeing a world with more than one moon...
But alas, it was cloudy last night...
I could not see the meteors...
And perhaps they did not see me either...
But us dreamers never give up...
So I will wait for the next meteor shower...
On May 4th...
One day I may be able to fulfill my dream...
Of gliding through space in an asteroid...
While marveling at the beauty of our galaxy...
If it never happens...
At least I can dream about it...
I'm a real dreamer...
As I dream of my dreams...
I can't think of a universe without moons...
And I can't think of a world without dreaming of a dream...
Perhaps I am my own planet...
And my dreams are the moons that orbit around it...
For now...
My dear space traveler
I will let you carry on...
For you must be waiting to glide on the meteor that will carry you to your dreams...

I live in a world where musical notes are my company...
A  world where I can glide on a pentagram...
And where musical notes are the rain...
A place where the wind always carries a melody...
And where the birds don't chirp...
But sing...
There are no continents...
But symphonies...
And no rivers but melodies...
This is a place where I can see the music...
This is my world...
A magical place where the sun has a melody of light...
The moon a melody of beauty...
And the stars a heavenly chorus...
This is the only world where you can see the music...
Welcome to my world....

Horizon is what I had lost...
By thinking of you...
And living for you...
And allowing my life to revolve around you...
A moon can not orbit a planet if it is not wanted...
That goes for me also...
I can't allow my life to revolve around a woman who does not care about me...
Your silence...
And your lack of love for me...
Which hurt me a lot...
Were really a blessing in disguise...
For I now finally see the horizon...
A Horizon where I am free...
And without pain...
This may sound ironic...
And maybe even silly...
But thank you for being who you are...
Had you not been truly yourself...
I would have not seen the light...
I would have not understood that chasing you was not worth it...
So... Thank you...
I wish you the best...
For all of us deserve to find our own Horizon...

I want to hug you...
I want my arms around you...
Rubbing your back...
My cheeks close to your cheeks...
To the point where after a few seconds...
Our heads will move and our lips will meet...
For the first time...
We have been waiting so long for this...
The innocent kiss will then became a fury of passion...
And now our tongues became one...
Both of us are moaning now...
I still don't venture to touch you intimately...
But then you take my hand, and guide me under your skirt...
All the way to your cave...
Which is so wet...
It soaked your underwear...
My tree of life is so hard and big,  it's  threatening to explode inside my pants...
We can't wait anymore...
You unzip my pants...
While I remove your underwear...
You are begging me to get in...
But I first want to let my tongue explore your cave...
I rejoice at its juices...
Slowly and deliciously...
And the more I drink the more excited I get...
Then I kiss your lips again so you can get a taste of your own juices...
Then you and I fuse in to just one entity...
Furiously rocking ourselves back and forth...
As if we were a single body...
And right now we are...
And we continue to do so...
Until a mix of sweat and perfume brings all to a ******...
Now that you read this...
Love of my life...
Would you give me a hug...

Us poets tend to float in the air sometimes...
Maybe dreams are lighter than air...
And that causes poets and dreams to get up in the sky...
Maybe the sky is a poet's refuge...
Tonight I seemed to have crossed a new frontier...
For I don't see blue sky and clouds...
But planets, comets and asteroids...
It seems my dreams defied gravity...
And that is how it should be...
Dreams should not know of boundaries or frontiers...
I see Jupiter, Earth, Mars, Venus, Saturn, Jupiter, Neptune, Uranus, Pluto...
All of them rotating around the sun...
Surrounded by an endless flow of asteroids, stardust, comets, with all the stars in the universe as background...
I can't think of a more beautiful place...
I feel like jumping on one planet at a time...
And wait until it rotates around the sun...
To jump on to the next one...
Reminds me of the carousel at the amusement park...
Except here it is not plastic horses but planets...
And there is no carnival music...
Just the sound of the shooting stars and the comets sound as they cross the galaxy...
This is my cosmic carousel...
I hope dear reader you can come here...
I never want to get off this carousel...

A Hummingbird ***** its wings 80 times per second...
They never give up...
Defying wind and the rain...
Even the snow...
They never stop flapping...
For they are always looking for the flower's nectar...
No different from life...
Where we are always flapping against adversity and evil...
Trying to find happiness...
All of us are the hummingbirds of life...