For international women's day....two poems for the price of one...
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"To all women"
Every woman is a living poem...
Every woman 's eyes are a sonnet...
Women should be celebrated every day..
Not just on March 8th...
Women have my respect and admiration...
Not just today..
But everyday....
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"Deeper than an Ocean"
A woman's heart is deeper than an ocean...
And as rich as the seven seas...
For it is an infinite supply of inspiration and feelings...
The real bounty is at the bottom of that ocean...
If you manage to get there...
You will have found the treasure of happiness...
Once you do that...
Don't let go of it...
It can be the treasure of your life...
Start by sailing on the universe of her eyes...
Until you reach the ocean of her heart..

Every wall calendar has comments on days that are either a holiday or a special occasion...
Mine has 'valentine day' written on all 365 days of the year...
And I suppose that is right...
For everyday should be a celebration of the people we love and care for...
Life has to be a celebration of people...
Specially the ones that make our life sweeter...
And brighter...
Happy valentines day...
Today and everyday...

2023 is almost over...
Like a candle it is slowly extinguishing...
Its days just went away...
And we are left with just the memories...
Some good, some  bad...
But they are just Memories...
They're in the past...
We are humans...
We have hopes...
And dreams...
So we can always look  to the future...
Learn from bad experiences and try to make the best of the days to come...
Life is not always as  sweet as we would like to...
And Sometimes it is not easy...
But we humans are resilient...
So the trick is to never give up...
And try to enjoy the small and sweet things in life...
Poetry can be a small thing...
But it fills my days...
The candle of 2024 is here to stay...
For exactly 366 days...for it is a leap year...
So, my dear reader, I wish you and your family a great year...
May your days be filled with the small things that bring happiness...
Happy new year everyone...

Boxing day is the day after Christmas,  when goods go on sale...
I have nothing to sell...
I have no money to buy either...
For my only possessions are my words, my thoughts and my feelings...
Maybe I will stand by the shopping plaza...
With a sign that says 'poems on sale.. buy one get two'...
Or 'For every three poems... a free sonnet'...
Perhaps '2023 poems at 2022 prices...'
The reality is no one would pay for them...
So I will give them for free...
For a poet, everyday is boxing day..
As we live to share our dreams and ideas...

If I could...
If I could go back in time....
I would give a big hug to each person that has ever talked to me...
Even if just strangers that perhaps only asked for directions on the street...
Even if they yelled at me...
Or smiled at me...
Or close friends...
It does not matter....
Everyone has a history...
And everyone needs a hug...
If I could go back in time...
I would listen to their stories...
Poetry is based on human experiences...
I can't go back in time...
And I can't hug all of them...
Maybe they don't even want my hugs...
But I can write these words...
And blow them to the wind...
Hoping they will reach people...
And hug their spirits...
I am here for you...
Even if I don't know you...
I will always be here for you...
Even if you are a stranger,  strangers are friends who we have never known...
Big hug for you...
The best Christmas gift anyone can get is a hug..
Merry Christmas and a  big hug...

With the moon as our witness...
Holding your hand...
And melting at your eyes...
I give you this rose...
A humble token of my admiration for you....

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..

Out with my dad...

I can't stop thinking I am holding his hand for him to walk...

It seems like yesterday he was holding mine for me to walk. Where did time go?

One way or the other our hands stay together....

I do miss you...
Will probably never say it again to you  but  I do...
You will never say it as I doubt you do...
This is the poems of do's...
I do love you...
I do miss you...
I really do...
Even though you do really ignore me...

I was trying to write a poem about idiocy...
And nothing came to mind...
Until I say myself on a mirror...
The perfect definition of an idiot...
Why do I keep having hopes about you loving me?...
When you literally mopped the floor with me?...
If anyone needs a graphic description of an idiot...
Just let me know...
I could send my photo...
The text book definition of a total idiot...
A broken heart one...

I learned to love you...
And I learned to live without you...
But I will never learn to forget you...
And I don't know if I want to...
The memory of your eyes  and your kisses is what keeps me going...

I can only think of poetry...
Sonnets...
And sweet words...
I must have been mothered by the moon ...
And fathered by the wind...
For I dream of poems being blown in the wind...
And of verses inspired by the night...
I Have a Dreamy heart...
And a sensitive soul...
I can be as strong as a rock...
Or as frail as an eggshell...
For I am human...
And have hope and fears...
Thoughts and Ideas...
I don't know how to smile...
But I can make you laugh...
The dreams of anyone who reads these lines are more important than mine...
For a poet's only dream is to see everyone's dreams become true...

If the summer was a week...
Then August would be the Sunday of summer...
For is the month where green is the king...
Sunny blue skies and white fluffy clouds in our company...
The wind and Birds chirping,  our melody...
And red sunrises and sunsets framing the day...
I really could not ask for more...
I could get lost in a universe where August would run in a time loop...
Legend says the moon was born one day in August... 
And it may well be true...
This week we have a full moon...
As if the moon wanted to remind us of her birthday...
But we are the ones receiving the gift of a bright moon in the sky..

So this is what they call feelings...
I wish these were happy feelings...
It is painful to have feelings...
And feel rejected and ignored...
In my case...
These should not be called feelings...
These are saddings...
And my heart is crying...
I wish I lived in a world where feelings only existed in the case of happiness...
But I'm human...
And I laugh and cry...
And I'll always have feelings...
Either happy or sad...
I wish,  my dear reader, that your day is happier than mine...
As sad and heartbroken as I am...
I can only wish happiness to everyone in this world...
Even to the girl who broke my heart...

No one can force anyone to fall in love...
Love is magic and spontaneous...
I voluntary fell in love with you...
And you, voluntary played with my feelings...
So Love and rejection are both voluntary...
Too bad I can not voluntary get you out of my mind and my heart...

I like to think every day brings a new beginning...
A chance to smile and be happy...
No matter what happened the day before...
I do this by thinking I am a caterpillar at night...
And everyday at dawn I become a Butterfly...
With wings...
To be able to go anywhere...
Soar  above the ground...
Be free...
Hop from flower to flower...
And rejoice at the trees...
The rain and the wind...
We humans can not hop from flower to flower...
But we can enjoy life in small moments...
I find happiness in the small things...
I say hi to the flowers...
I greet the trees and the birds...
I love looking at the sky...
The clouds...
Maybe I am truly a butterfly...
Who knows...
Let happiness , hope and optimism run your life...
Let your soul be a butterfly...
Maybe I will see you enjoying the flower nectar in the park someday...

So you don't talk to me anymore...
And I can't do anything to change that...
But I can write as much as I want...
For I love writing...
I write long pages as I imagine I am talking to you...
It is like I am talking...
And you just listen...
Or don't say anything...
Not much different from when I used to see you in person...
You didn't listen to anything I said...
So no difference...
This poem is called "So you don't talk to me anymore"...
It should be called "You never  really listened to me"...
But I  think it should be called "you never really cared about me"...

I wish I was an eye in the sky...
So I could follow you every move...
For my heart aches when you are not near...
Even now that your heart belongs to another man...
I would have solace if I could get a glimpse of you...
I suppose I am an eye in the sky...
But it is cloudy so I can not see you...
Perhaps the clouds are in my heart...
And in my soul...
I know you will never look up...
If you did...
Just for one second...
You would see me up there...
Missing your eyes...
And all of you...

My worst fear is not to have any fears...
For without fear...
I would have no courage...
Courage is what keeps me going...
Is the force behind my strenghts...
And what helps me overcome my weaknesses...
We are humans...
We must value our strenghts...
And we must understand our weaknesses...
Have no fear...
You can overcome any fears...
For there is no fear that can subdue your spirit...

Did you know the wind has colors...
The wind is part of my life...
It is what carries my verses and sonnets across the land...
The wind at night is dark...
White on winter days...
Red at sunset and sunrise..
Green on summer days...
Colorful on fall days...
Gray on cloudy..
No matter the color..
I always have  a reason to be happy...
There is always something to be grateful for...
Something to look forward to...
I must have been a bird in another life...
For I love the wind...
And I wish I could fly...
So instead of letting the wind carry my words and poems....
I could be the one delivering them...
If you hear the wind blowing...
Listen carefully..
There could be a poem for you..
Look at the colors of the wind...

To my hero
It is Father’s Day today...
And it was Mother’s Day a month ago...
And you are both to me...
For you have enough love for me to be a mother and a father…
You love me unconditionally...
You are, and will always be…
My best friend…
My mentor…
But overall…
You are my hero...
I worry when I see you sad...
And I laugh when you are happy...
I will always be there for you...
The way you have always been there for me...
Thanks for nurturing me, raising me and protecting me…
You are not alone...
Luckily... neither I am...

My favorite moon is the crescent moon...
For it looks as if the moon was smiling...
Or as if there was a smile high up in the sky...
The bright light of the crescent moon reminds me of your beautiful eyes...
And its shape reminds of your smile...
The truth is...
Even if there was no moon I would still remember your eyes and smile...
For they are eternal...
Like the moon phases...
I will sit by the big tree in the park...
I will enjoy the view of the crescent moon tonight...
It is  bound to be replaced by a new moon in a few days...
Followed by a quarter moon and then a full moon....
I enjoy the moon phases as much as I
enjoy your company, your smile, and the bright of your eyes...
Perhaps you are my moon...

It is a gloomy morning...
Dark and rainy...
Even if  days are sunny...
Gloom takes over me...
These are my days since you left my life...
I wish I would live in a world where the rain would carry the sound of your laughter...
And the wind the feeling of your hugs and your kisses...
Perhaps I could stop crying if I lived in such a world...
But alas, fairy tales worlds do not exist...
I am human, I am real...
So are my pain and my feelings...

There is a question I will never have the courage to ask...
And that is whether you have feelings for me...
I don't think you do...
Your eyes and your behavior tell me you don't...
But I wish I would hear it from you...
That would bring closure to this hurting soul...
In case you are wondering, even though you are not asking...
I have feelings for you...
You don't need to ask...
At some point I dreamed of asking this question: "would you marry me?"...
Now the question I want to ask is whether  I will be ever able to forget you and move on...

I just can't stop loving you...
That line says it all...
No need for a long poem...
I will never, ever, stop loving you...
This is not even a poem...
It's just the truth...

I live in planet poetry...
A world where continents are replaced by words and dreams...
A planet where time and space don't exist...
A place where the sea is made out of sonnets...
And where the rain carries the sweet sound of verses...
A universe where the moon and the stars dance to the wind...
A galaxy where the sunrise is an ode to happiness...
And the sunset a ray of hope...
For a better tomorrow...
Can't think of a better world...
A world where there is always hope...
It's world living in...

Only one of us fell in love...
You need two to be happy...
But sadly... just one to fall in love...
I have enough love for both of us...
But if you don't even bother to receive it...
I of course can not even expect you to return it...
And you don't have to...
For my love is unconditional...
Perhaps eternal...
But not foolish enough to remain by your side...
I seem to have more company from my pain and my sorrows...
Than I do from you...
So I am leaving now...
I rather be by myself than withsome one who does not care about me...
So I leave the same way I got here...
Alone...
The only difference is...
I am now in love with you...
It seems only one of us is an idiot...
And that is Me...

Messages are words that we write when we want to say hi to someone...
But we don't get to do it in person...
Or not even over the phone...
I like writing as I imagine I am having a nice conversation with a person...
Makes my lonely days more bearable...
If I see a ray of sunshine through the window...
It perhaps means someone is reading the message...
Oh, I just saw the sunshine through the window...
To whoever is reading the message...
Good morning...
How are you...
Would you like to chat for a bit?...

Sakura is when
The Cherry flower blooms pink
It is magical

The Easter poet goes away...
His rabbit costume for a year he will not wear...
If you want to see him before that...
A carrot in your backyard you must hide...
Although if flowers you have...
He may even show up...
For his body nurtures of carrots...
And his soul of flowers for inspiration...
Even if through the window you peek...
A treat poem for you he may leave...

I am Trying to concentrate...
I want to write a poem for you...
But I am distracted by the sweetness  of your eyes...
For your Eyes are as beautiful as the moon...
And radiant as the sun...
Your eyes can light up and warm up any room...
Now you can understand why I am distracted describing your beautiful eyes....
If you close them I will try to write a poem..
Happy Sunday Princess...

And here I am...
On a sunny Friday morning...
Holding on to my  thoughts...
Writing my first poem of the day...
For writing poetry is now part of my identity...
Maybe it has always been...
And I never realized it...
I can not paint...
I can not create sculptures...
But I can create verses and sonnets...
I can paint romance with my words...
I can sculpt  dreams with my poems...
For poetry is as beautiful as any other art...
I admire all types of art...
And enjoy a painting as much as I enjoy a poem..
I will continue to share these words with anyone who wants to read...
I will keep holding on to  dreams and my words forever..

What is a dream?...
One too many philosophers have debated about what dreams are...
What they mean...
Why we dream...
Perhaps they are right on their theories...
For us poets, however...
Dreams are just what makes our life sweeter, even if someday things don't go as we would like them to...
So no matter what goes in your life...
And how rough your day can be...
Just keep dreaming...
One day you will have the most wonderful awakening you could dream of...

Legend says Aladdin rubbed a magic lamp to get the genie out...
My soul must then be an old magic lamp...
For when it  gets rubbed by what my eyes see and my heart feels...
It starts blowing poems and sonnets in the wind...
Like a magic carpet the wind takes my poetry all over the place...
For anyone who likes romanticism, passion and dreams...
The world is magic...
It is there for you to see and enjoy...
I am sure all of us have a genie inside...
Let him or her out...
Enjoy life...
I  love life and see it as a wonderful, magical fantasy that I never want it to end...

How can I not get seduced by the red fiery sky...
It is as if the sunrise was hiding behind the night...
And it decides to flirt with my senses every morning...
it is so inspiring and inviting...
As if it was telling me to seize the day...
And I try to chase it...
but it just goes away...
Giving way to sunlight...
It is like trying to capture water in my hands...
No matter how hard I try...
It just goes away...
Another reason to have hope and wait for the next day...
There will always be a sunrise to chase...
There will always be a reason to wake up...
There will always be a better tomorrow...

I said I love you...
And you never replied...
I said I need you...
And you never replied...
That is torture...
Torture is seeing your eyes...
And not seeing myself reflected on them...
Alas...
I can  not blame you...
For I love you too much to blame you...
Even that is torturing me...
So you are not torturing me...
I am torturing myself...
And torture or not torture...
I love you more than yesterday...
When will this torture end??

This is the one day when we wake up in Winter but will go to sleep in spring...
I really don't care about seasons...
For you are my spring...
And you are still my reason to live...
Even though we are not together anymore...
Come to think of it...
Four years ago I kissed you for the first time the day spring arrived...
Four years passed by...
I lost your love...
But it seems everyday that goes by I love you more...
Happy spring... my eternal spring...
I can only wish you happiness...
For I love you too much and want the best for you...
I want each one of your days to be a spring day...
For you deserve all the happiness in the world...
And a bit more...
I love you...
You just can't imagine how much...
My days are a complete winter...
But it does not matter...
As long as you find happiness I will find some solace...

I want to write a poetry book where each page becomes a dove...
And takes flight with the wind...
To a poet inspiration and imagination are the same...
So I imagine pages flying in the universe of inspiration...
Looking for a poem that will become their eternal companion...
To  an empty piece of paper, a poem is an unknown friend...
Because there can be no stronger friendship than the one between an empty page and a poem...
Once they meet they take flight...
And will stay together for an eternity...
Leaving their message everywhere they go...
If you suddenly feel the sound of book pages being flipped by the wind...
And the whisper of verses and sonnets in your ears...
It is because a poem has just been born...

To all women...

Every woman is a living poem...
Every woman eyes are a sonnet...
Every woman smile is a ray of hope
Every woman heart  is a treasure....
Women should be celebrated every day..
Not just on Women's day...
Women have my respect and admiration...
Not just today...
But everyday....

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Deeper than an Ocean

A woman's heart is deeper than an ocean...
And as rich as the seven seas...
For it is an infinite supply of inspiration and feelings...
The real bounty is at the bottom of that ocean...
If you manage to get there...
You will have found the treasure of happiness...
Once you do that...
Don't let go of it...
It can be the treasure of your life...
Start by sailing on the universe of her eyes...
Until you reach the ocean of her heart..

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Two poems for the price of one...Dedicated to all women out there....

When life treats you badly, it is good to find someone new to care for...
To me,  you were larger than life...
You were my universe...
And I still think of you day and night...
Trying to understand what happened...
But I don't think I will find the answer...
And perhaps it does not matter...
Maybe life will give me the chance to find someone new to care for...
For the time being...
I will just take care of myself...
Take good care of yourself...
Don't let life treat you badly...

Another day begins...
Before I met you...
The word sunrise meant the moon giving way to the sun...
Now sunrise is me waking up and thinking of you...
Come to think of it...
I live in a sunrise world...
For I think of you all day...
And then I dream of you at night...

The elevator doors closed after you walked in...
My soul and heart left me and went behind you..
Riding up in the same elevator...
I am walking away in the opposite direction...
While my mind and spirit run back to that elevator..
Hoping to catch up with you..
So it is just me now walking..
Soulless..
Maybe I should go back and stand by that elevator..
The door is bound to open again someday...
And I will wait to see you until then...