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...

I was writing poetry on a piece of paper...
By candlelight...
The candle's flame extinguished itself...
The room became pitch dark...
After I lit the candle again...
I discovered the paper was blank...
As if the words had fled...
The poem was being written for you...
So perhaps the words and sonnets will reach your senses...
It happened so fast...
It was a poem of encouragement...
And admiration...
For you felt exhausted today...
But you never give up...
And that is why perhaps the poem went after you...
A poem about encouragement and resilience can for sure learn from you...
So the poem became the student...
As you are the role model for resilience and hard work...
I know the poem will be happy around you...
My paper is blank now...
Perhaps the words will come back someday...
If they do...
I will be happy and honored to hear and read about their adventures in your land...
I'm sure they will have a story to tell...
For life, resilience and hard work always go together...
This poet has no more stories tonight...
But he hopes this bedtime poem will bring you some happiness...
Or at least a smile...
Good night the poet says...
Until our words meet again...

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 in our life...
For they make our days brighter and sweeter...
Happy valentines day..
Today and everyday...

I had a dream last night...
I dreamed I was inside a violin...
I was just a speck of dust....
So the place looked cavernous and majestic...
Like a theater...
And I was the only spectator...
I witnessed the birth of musical notes...
The notes got together and  danced to the wind and the rhythm of the violin's bow...
And caressed the violin's strings...
Becoming a majestic melody...
I wish the notes would have taken me with them...
So I could have flown through the air...
And in to the soul of anyone who listened to the melody...
I woke up when the music ended...
More than a dream...
It was a symphony...

I keep thinking the world has two parallel dimensions..
One where you live, breath and touch..
It is what you see..
Another one is where your dreams are...
It is where you would like to be...
Sometimes those dimensions overlap..
And your dreams become a reality..
Or maybe we live in a dimension where everything is a dream...
And reality is an illusion..
Whatever the answer is...
I want to write poetry that will transcend both dimensions..
Poetry that will inspire readers to dream...
And dreamers to enjoy reality...
what is your dream?..

The calendar says you are a day older than yesterday...
I don't think that is true...
After all...
Calendars are just a piece of paper on the wall...
And calendars do not know anything about us humans...
You actually look younger than when I met you 11 years ago...
And that is because sweetness and resilience make people younger...
People who are always kind and always smile will never get old...
In fact, your smile will always look like that one of a teenager...
Wide and special, lighting up any room...
And your eyes will always be sweet and bright...
As if you were a 5 year old girl...
Mesmerized at the moon and the sky...
This is not a poem about calendars...
It is about you...
The only rose petal that will never age...
It just gets younger and younger...

Stupidity is what some naive souls like mine are made of....
We keep Waiting for a nice sincere  gesture...
Or a smile...
That will never come...
Why I keep hoping you will do something nice for me..
Is a mystery...
Today you crossed a border...
The border of lies...
For I know you lied to me...
That is where my stupidity ends...
But sadly for me, not my love for you...
I wish I could stop loving you...

This is a poem written with tears...
I am crying as I was a coward...
And I lost your love as a result...
But I am also crying because it has been two years...
And I can't forget you...
But most of all...
I cry because I know you are not happy...
And I feel powerless to help...
I hope you find true love...
Because you deserve nothing less...
Yours forever...
The tears poet...

I have no friends...
I have no enemies...
For I walk in the path of solitude...
I am myself perpahs the only friend I have...
And I am my worst enemy...
I don't know anymore if I chose this path myself...
Or if life sent me on it...
It does not matter, really...
Life is to be lived...
Regardless on which path you walk on...
And whether you laugh or cry...
Although I already forgot how laughter sounds...
I just hope someone will read these lines...
It will give my soul some much needed companionship...

"What is a poem"

Poems are just whispers in the wind if there is no one to listen to them...
A poem without a reader is like a night without stars...
Like a full moon when no one is looking at her...
A poem is like a galaxy to be discovered...
by a reader who will treasure it in their heart...

"What is poetry"

...poetry comes from the soul
the soul knows no boundaries...
it transcends time and space...
light and darkness...
poetry only exists in the eyes of the reader...
or the senses or the listener...
and the heart of the writer....

If I could build  a time machine...
I  would jump back 20 years and look for your eyes...
I know I would recognize those eyes in any dimension...
Those eyes are timeless...
Deep and eternal...
If I had met you 20 years ago...
I would have asked right away if you wanted to start a life with me...
I can't say what you would have answered...
But I would have asked anyways...
If I had met you 20 years ago...
I would be perhaps calling you my love today...
Instead, today I just call you by your name...
But it does not matter...
I was still blessed to meet you...
The memory  of your beautiful eyes and the candor of your smile will keep me happy and company for as long as I live...
Even if life takes us on different paths...
I pray for your happiness...
And I am sure you will find it...
For you deserve it...

Someday you may not  be around to listen to my poems or read them...
I will still write them...and will read them by moonlight..
Hoping you are looking at the moon wherever you are...
So perhaps the moonlight and the wind will get the poems to you...
So if the wind embraces you on a moon lit night...
And all the birds stop singing...
The stars stop blinking for a moment...
The clouds stop moving...
And The whole landscape is  dominated by the wind noise...
Then perhaps a poem will be reaching you...
Friendship has no boundaries...
Like my admiration, respect  and happiness wishes for you...

And you finally succeeded...
You got me out of your life...
Just to think that a while ago...
A day wouldn't be a day if I didn't see you...
Nowadays a day is not a day if I see you...
That is how much things have changed...
I used to say I wanted to get lost in your eyes...
Now I want to get lost from your eyes...
I have to say congrats to both of us...
You got your way...
And I got my sanity and freedom back...

I have two hands...
But perhaps I will never get to touch you again...
And two eyes...
But I am sure I will never see you again...
My two lips will never kiss yours anymore...
My two arms will never get to hold you again...
My only hope is for my two ears to hear your voice again one day...
Even if just for two seconds...
Lots of twos...
I had just one dream...
Which was to make you happy...
For I wanted the two of us to become one...
But I failed you...
You are my only true love...
And The only woman I could ever love...

I have no regrets...
I did my best to help you and to get a smile out of you...
And I did it from the bottom of my heart...
I can understand things didn't work between us...
But I can't fathom how cold you really are...
I guess I really didn't know you...
I always saw you as a diamond...
But like me, and like everyone else on the path of life...
You are just a stone, a pebble...
I made the mistake of idolizing you...
The more you idolize someone...
The more hurtful and painful it can get...
Still...
What I did for you...
Did it out of love...
And I  have no regrets...
And I wish you the best...

Windy or rainy...
Sunny or cloudy...
Even snowy...
I will always run by your side...
For life is an endless track...
Uphill and downhill...
But knowing we are running side by side  means there is no obstacle that can stop us...
For you are my beacon and my life..

Here I am by the forest..
The air is clean and crisp...
The sun is bathing the trees and the leaves...
The wind seems  playful this morning...
Caressing everything on its path...
A few of the leaves can not hold on to the branches...
And they just rejoin the land...
The same land where they were born...
Some are taken by the creek...
And they start a journey to a new destination...
They rotate on the creek...
As if waving goodbye...
What a beautiful display...
I don't want to leave...
The wind picks up speed...
And a flock of leaves falls over me...
As if nature wants to give me a shower...
Two little birdies start chirping...
I don't know if they are making fun of me...
Or just want to be part of the beautiful play nature is putting for me this morning...
One way or the other...
It does not matter..
For I love this forest...
All its sounds and sights...
And I am now thinking each leaf falling over me carries a good wish...
I hope the creek and the wind bring all those good wishes to you...
Perhaps the first wish they have is for you to come to visit one day and say hi...
Their second wish is for you to have a good night...
I wish I could continue to write...
But the sound of the creek is like a lullaby for my soul and senses...
So off I go...
To carry on with my day...
For I am a dreamer...
A small chipmunk is here now...
Seems she came to wish a good day also...
She just left...
Time for this dreamer to keep going also...

I saw your eyes today...
I melted at your smile...
I marveled at the magic of your hair being caressed by the wind...
My heart wanted to explode...
Like a volcano...
And let all the lava of my love flow...
But I had to restrain myself...
So I behaved like a flooded valley...
Where my feelings are submerged under the wet land...
Maybe I felt like a volcano...
But I sure didn't behave like one...
Perhaps I imagined the cold of your eyes would cool down the lava of my love...
Or maybe my own tears will do the job...
One way or the other the lava of my volcano is bound to disappear...
What an irony...
You sparked fire in my heart...
And you are also taking care of extinguishing that flame...

Who am I kidding...
I still miss your kisses...
Your eyes...
Your smile...
All of you...
There is no point in denying it...
I melt at the sound of your voice...
I will always need you...
You will always be a special part of me...
I can't hide it anymore...
I need to tell the wind and the stars...
I will always love you...

I never liked anyone so much...
Like I like you...
But I never felt so ignored by anyone...
Like you ignore me...
But I can't blame you...
We can't go back in time...
And I can't change what happened between us...
But I wish I could get my mind and heart to ignore you...
The same way you do ignore me...
I just can't...
And it is so painful...

Not much of a poem today I suppose...
Not all words can be poems...
I wish they were...
But I do think any words can become the sweetest poem, when your eyes read them...
For your eyes are magical and have the meaning of forever...
And any word would like to be reflected on those eyes for an eternity...
I know I would...
Let your eyes make all of us a poem...
When you look at me...
My heart melts and becomes a sonnet...
Such is the power of your eyes...

Today I shed my last tear for you...
Maybe my eyes are dry...
After all that I cried for you...
Maybe I just realized it is not worth it...
Whatever the reason...
Today is the day...
Where I finally closed the chapter on you...
Life is a book with many chapters...
And the chapter about you is closed...
And it will never reopen...
Today I start a new chapter in my life...
A life where all memories of you are gone...
For good...

They say actions speaks louder than words...
So by now, because of my actions, you probably realized I  love you...
And by now, because of your actions, I finally  realized you don't love me...
Quite the opposite...
Your actions seem to indicate you despise me...
Such is life...
I need to take action and move forward with my life...
You are not worth it...
Perhaps you never were...

The sunset melted my heart...
The sunrise melted my spirit...
Cool morning weather wakes up my senses...
And reminds me there will be another sunset...
And another sunrise...
For they are eternal...
But to me...
They are like something new every time I see them...
I get in awe...
As if I had never seen them before...
For now will let the cool morning weather be my company...
No matter where I go...
I'm bound to meet the sunset later today...
And the sunrise tomorrow...

I close my eyes..
And I still see the sunset...
Red and majestic...
As if burning the sky...
I think I have a sunset for a heart...
Or a sunset in my heart...

You fell off the pedestal of my love...
And you fell so hard...
You fell underground...
I am burying your memories...
For good...
I never thought you were a liar...
Or have two faces...
You need to grow up...
And change...
Stop playing games...
You will end up alone if you do...
You are going to fall from the pedestal from the next man that falls in the trap of your arms...
I am gone from your life...
More tired than hurt...
I got tired of looking at that pedestal...

Photos are a way to freeze a moment...
So anyone can see what was going on...
People can even make a video...
But nothing replaces a happy memory...
No matter how many photos you take...
Or how many videos are made...
Nothing replaces a happy memory...
Photos may fade...
Videos may get deleted, or forgotten...
A happy memory will last for an eternity...
Let the camera of your soul treasure all your happy memories...
Those are the photos to keep in the album of your heart...

It is a clear, windy night...
My window is ajar...
The candle is barely lit...
The strong wind is threatening its very existence...
But I can't close the window...
For I want to send my sonnets...
They keep bouncing back...
As if the window was the net of an infinite tennis court...
And my sonnets and verses the ball that carries a message...
I am not giving up...
The stronger the wind, the more verses I write...
A strong wind is no match for the heart of a poet...
My pen will keep defying the elements...
If your eyes are about to close...
And you suddenly hear  the words "good night" whispered in your ear...
It means I was able to defeat the wind...
That was the match point...

What is the point of loving someone...
When you are being completely ignored?...
Why do I keep thinking of you?...
Where did I lose my north?....
Who am I? I don't recognize myself anymore...
Which path do I take now?...
Who are you?? I thought I knew you...
Whom stole my heart??

The wind blows softly by your window this morning...
The sun rays fall on your closed eyes...
The birds chirp and chirp until you finally wake up...
It is nature saying good morning to you...
A new day... a new week...
The whole planet is singing for you...
Happy Monday... happy week...

To say I adore you...
Would be an understatement...
To say I love you...
Would be to put it mildly...
To say you love me...
It would be a lie...
And to say I will someday forget you...
An even bigger lie...
I'll stop lying to myself...
I will never forget you...
I will never stop loving you...
What is the point of lying to myself?...
I will never be able to love another woman...
And that is the truth...

There was a time where I would wake up thinking of you...
Counting the seconds until I would see you again...
I would breath thinking of you..
And would close my eyes at night hoping to dream of you...
I would melt just seeing your eyes...
And got transported to wonderland every time you kissed me...
That is how much I loved you...
I now still wake up thinking of you...
Not because I love you anymore...
But because I want you to be happy...
And because I want to wish you a good day...
Wherever you are...
Only time will tell if I ever fall in love again...
And I honestly can't tell if you ever loved me...
But thanks to you I learned how to love...
And for that I want to say thank you...

The candle is lit...
And my eyes are closed...
The room is almost silent...
For the music is not playing anymore...
And the only noise is the candle chirping...
My mind is in a state of relaxation and emptiness...
As blank and empty as the paper where I want to write a poem...
My hand is holding a pen, which was given to me as a gift...
As if waiting for ideas...
But nothing comes to mind...
The pen must be really eager to let its ink spread on that paper...
For its now moving by itself...
In a rhythmical way...
As if following a symphony from the sky...
My hand only role is to just follow the pen...
This time is not the hand that commands the pen...
It is the pen that commands the hand...
I am in awe...
And don't venture to open my eyes yet...
Until the hand and the pen stop moving...
I need a few seconds...
For the curiosity and excitement are getting the best of me...
And I want to savor the moment...
I finally opened my eyes...
To see these words plastered on the paper...

"I am a magical pen...
I come from a magical and mystical land...
Where poetry is heard when it rains...
And where sonnets flow through the night...
I can create poetry...
All you have to do is hold me over a piece of paper...
And I will do the rest...
My ink will never dry...
The same way the verses on your heart and soul will never end"...

I can't think of a better gift that this magical pen...
I'm starting to believe the woman who gifted me the pen is also magical...
And perhaps comes from the same land as the pen...

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...

I wish all days were Moondays...
For I get mesmerized by the moon and the stars...
So I would be happy living in a world where the night sky was always clear...
And the moon and the stars my company and refuge for the night...
Imagine how many sonnets I could write...
As many as the stars in the universe...
For the stars and the moon are an endless source of inspiration...
I will keep dreaming of that world...
A world where all 7 days of the week are called the same...
Moonday...

I walk by night..
I fly by day...
For I am a dreamer...
A romantic at heart...
I can see beauty in the dark..
And kindness in the storm...
I  hear sonnets in the wind..
And see poems in the stars...
Have the moon as a friend...
And the forest and the creek as my confidants...
I am willing to listen to the rain...
And dance to the snow...
I love life...
It does not matter if the sky is  gray or blue...
I always smile...
And my eyes  shine when someone read these lines..
Maybe I am too idealistic...
But life is too beautiful  and too short..
So I chose to live as happy as I can...

Partying is about letting your soul get loose...
It's about your spirit leaving your body...
So both can follow the music...
And dance together....
Life is no party...
But it can be better enjoyed if you see it through the eyes of the music...
Even if your eyes are closed when you dance...