I can't think of a different definition of parenthood...
Than raising our kids with love and care...
While making every effort for them to have a better life and upbringing from the one we had...
Not an easy enterprise...
And it is easier said than done...
But this is what real, caring parents do...
And this is a torch that if passed from generation to generation...
Will make every generation happier than the one before...
Not all parents think like this...
So this is a message for all parents...
The ones who follow this line of thinking...
And those one who don't...
Maybe these lines are not a poem...
And perhaps parenthood is not poetry either...
But having the satisfaction of knowing your kids turned out well in life...
Because you gave your life and efforts to raise them...
Is perhaps the most beautiful poem that it can exist...

I just realized you only need one to fall in love...
It would have been a dream if the two of us were in love with each other...
But I don't think you ever loved me...
I don't have any regrets...
I did what my heart wanted...
Love you like no man has ever loved a woman...
And being madly in love means not expecting anything in return...
We were not meant to be together...
But I love you so much that I can honestly say...
My happiness will consist of seeing your eyes...
Hearing your laughter...
And melting at the sight of your smile...
Even if I  one day I see you holding another man's hand...
Even if I see you once more in my life...
That's all I need...
Good bye my eternal love...
It is windy outside...
Really windy...
That is a blessing...
As the wind will dry my tears...

In the past I would go to bed hoping I would dream of you...
Now I close my eyes hoping I would have forgotten you in the morning...
Who I am kidding?...
I love you like you can't imagine...
Like no man has ever loved a woman...
But I need to stop this torture...
You need just one to fall in love...
And two to be happy...
I am the one...
Who fell in love...
And who is now suffering...
One of my dreams is to get over you...
The other one is to see you happy...
For I love you too much and I want happiness in your eyes...
Quite the paradox...
Isn't it?...
Maybe...
The truth is...
Never try to explain love...
You'll fail at it...
Just love...
No matter what...

Evenings are the bridge that connects day and night...
They are the magical path from blue skies to a dark night...
The stars and the moon could not join the night if it wasn't for the evening bridge...
They've been crossing that bridge since the dawn of time...
And they don't get tired of it...
Neither do I of waiting for the evenings...
For words just flow when the evening comes...
It is like poetry and nice feelings are  born in the evenings...
I am glad that bridge exists...
So moon and stars can join the night when evening is over...

Everything has a beginning and an end...
We can't tell if a beginning is the continuation of an end...
Or if an end is the result of more than one beginning...
Life is an intricated maze...
Having only one entrance and one exit...
A maze with so many events and outcomes...
Countless ends and beginnings...
That is impossible to describe...
Sometimes we just can't understand life...
Maybe is all in the hands of destiny...
Destiny is just a knot connecting events and outcomes...
And interlacing all those ends and beginnings...

Neptune...
The most distant major planet orbiting our Sun...
It is dark, cold...
Battered by supersonic winds...
Perhaps nothing to see...
Still...
Sometimes poetry is about being alone with your own thougts...
Even if at a remote and isolated location...
It gives a poet the chance to look inside his or her own soul...
And get inspiration from happy moments of the past...
Or from nice and sweet thoughts of hopes for a happy future...
This poet has many nice memories of the past...
And also an endless supply of hope for a happier future...
So my dear reader...
Off I go to Neptune...
On a Wednesday morning...
That is Wedtune in my calendar...

Our earth moon has inspired many of my poems....
Jupiter has 79 moons...
Imagine all the sonnets all those moons could inspire...
Moons of different colors...
Io.. with volcanoes, red and yellow colors...
Ganymede... gray like our earth moon...
Europa... with red and brown stripes...
and 76 more moons...
Plus the beautiful rings that endlessly orbit Jupiter...
I could think of myself as Jupiter...
And the moons around it...
Would be the many poems I could write in just one day there...
I would visit Jupiter next Tuesday if I could...
That would be Tuepiter in my calendar...
Inspiration and imagination are a universe that does not know of boundaries...
Or calendars...