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 saw your eyes today...
Eyes that inspire poetry...
And I want to write poetry for them...
But I  can't...
I seem to be under the spell of their beauty...
I am mesmerized...
It's as if all poetry in the universe can't describe them...
For they're magic...
A true paradox...

You just left..
I can feel sweetness in the air...
I have my hands open...
Just trying to catch some of that sweetness...
I come empty handed...
No matter how hard I try...
Then only I realize that sweetness flooded my heart...
And my soul...
And that is a good thing...
Because I can carry your sweet memory wherever I go...
You really sweeten my days...

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...

How I miss telling you that I miss you...
Wonder if it would matter...
Even if I say it...
You would probably miss the words...
The same way you missed them when I said I love you..
Well...
I miss all of you...
But it does not matter now...
After all...
We missed the opportunity to be happy...

Did I lie to you?...
Or did you lie to me?...
Did we both lie?...
It does not matter, really...
At the end is just the same...
We blew it...
And that is no lie...
That is the truth...

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...

I wanted to write a poem for you...
But words won't flow...
Your silence speaks for yourself...
And I suppose I don't know how to reply to silence...
So I will just leave it here...
An empty...
Senseless poem...
I still love you...
But I give up...
All I can do is wish for your happiness...
Whatever you do...
Wherever you go...
Your happiness is my happiness...
Your sorrows are my sorrows...
And your silence...
Is your answer...

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...

Your eyes are so deep and beautiful..
They would illuminate the darkest night...
For they are deep and bright..
They are a sweet ocean to admire...
An Ocean I would like to get lost on...
They are crowned by the most radiant smile I have ever seen..
If your eyes are an ocean...
Your smile is the sun that illuminates that ocean..
My beautiful midnight sun...

The room is dark...
I can not see my own hands...
I randomly hit the piano keys...
The notes don't make sense...
It does not matter if I keep my eyes open...
For the room is pitch dark...
And it does not matter if my fingers play in disarray...
The sound just lights up the room...
I discovered darkness is no match for music and poetry...
Any evening can become magical if music and poetry are by your side...
How these words can flow when I can not see anything is a mystery...
Which I don't intend to uncover...
I will just keep the company of my piano in the dark...

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'm always begging you...
Begging you to talk to me...
Imploring you to acknowledge me...
To the point I make a fool of myself...
Today I'm begging again...
Except this time I'm begging to myself...
I'm begging myself to stop being a fool...
And to stop this nonsense...
This is not worth it...
Neither are you...

Days become sunnier and brighter whenever I hear your voice...
Even a gloomy day becomes a summer day...
And a summer day becomes a carnival...
That is the magic of your voice...
If the melody of your voice can make days brighter and happier...
Then your voice must be the voice of the sun...
You are a woman with the eyes of the moon...
And the voice of the sun...
...And the smile of a rose petal...

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...

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....

Life is an ocean...
In which all of us are sailing together...
Somedays the currents will be warm and calmed...
But sometimes the sea can get rough, cold, unpredictable...
With high waves that seem unsurmountable...
And we have no choice but to keep going...
For we are sailing through the ocean of life...
Luckily there are kind people that have enough kindness to fill the 7 seas...
It is easier to sail away through the 7 seas of life when your sailing mate is kind and gentle...
The true purpose of life is loving those who we care about...
I wish my dear reader... or should I say sailor... that you have a smooth sailing everyday...
And when you don't...
Look for the gentle sailors around you...
For life is not meant to be navigated alone...
No matter which your port of call is...

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...

There must be a rainbow inside you....

As your eyes have the power to light up the room..

And bring color and joy to people around you....

Let your rainbow shine...

Let the colors of life glow....

Believe in yourself...

And the rainbow will glow forever...

I woke up this morning thinking of you...
Then I went out and saw flowers...
The clouds and the blue sky...
Heard birds chirping...
Everything in nature reminds me of you...
For you are beautiful and kind...
And I am always thinking of you...
And yearning for your eyes and your smile...
But mostly wishing for your happiness...
That is how much I love you, beautiful girl...
For I will be happy if you are happy...
Even if we are not together...
I am always thinking of you..

You are trying to shatter my dreams...
So I need to pick up the pieces...
No matter how small they are...
I can still make what my dream is...
I want to he happy...
And I will...
You can keep trying to shatter my dreams...
It does not matter...
The moment you tried to shatter them...
You stopped being a part of them...
You're not even a piece of it now...
Come to think of it...
You are not a dream...
You are a nightmare...

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...

My heart can not speak...
But it does whisper...
It whispers through my eyes...
My eyes become brighter when you are near...
It whispers through my hands...
For  my hands can write poetry when I think of you...
They seem to move by themselves...
But I really believe it is my heart controlling them...
My heart wants to whisper and to write sweet words for you...
If you listen quietly...
You can hear the whispers...
It is whispering the words...
"I love you, you are my reason to live and I adore you.."

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...

I dream of a world where I wake you up with a carnation everyday...
And where I read poetry to you as you fall asleep...
A world where I hold your hand all day...
And get caught in the sweet universe of your eyes...
Would you like this to be your world...
Would you marry me...?

A tire goes round and round for an eternity...
The same way my inspiration goes around your eyes...
For an eternity...
Maybe my poems belong in a tire...
I don't know...
But I can tell you...
The tire of my inspiration will never get tired...
Of writing poetry for you...
And I hope your eyes will never get tired of it...

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??

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...

Time to move out...
It was really painful to find out I am not part of your world anymore...
I am not going to lie to you...
I am going to miss you...
And I  still love you...
But I feel you used me...
When you were feeling sad and lonely...
And now that you are able to smile again...
Then I became pretty much a stranger to you...
Well, I truly love you...
And I'm happy I met you...
But it is time to say goodbye...
I will always listen to you...
And be there for you when you need it...
But don't expect me to call you...
Or go after you...
It is time to move out...
I wish you the best...
For I love you too much...
And I only want your happiness...

I am a sailor...
I have an old boat...
With just a sail and a paddle...
No compass, and no radio...
So I can only sail on clear nights...
Guided by the moon and the stars...
With only the wind as my company...
It is a majestic view...
Far from the city lights...
The moon and the stars play a show of light just for me...
And for any other sailor out there...
I want to reach Port Hope...
That's all I have left in life...
Hope...
So maybe the sea and my life are one and the same...
And it does not matter really...
For either sea or land...
My life is guided by the light of the stars...
So my dear reader...
Farewell I say...
For Port Hope I want to find...
I will let you in on a little secret...
You can find Port Hope in all the corners of the world...
No matter where the stars of life take you...
There is always hope...

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...

Everyone brings flowers to the one they love...
So that person can enjoy the color and fragrance of those flowers...
Me, I bring flowers for a different reason...
Yes, I love you...
Yes, I adore you...
But the reason I bring the flowers is so the flowers can admire you...
For your eyes, candor and smile are second to none...
So I want the flowers to rejoice at your kindness...
At the sweet universe of your eyes, as you look at them...
If you ever walk by a garden...
And suddenly feel like a queen...
You now know why...

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...

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...

You inspire many nice thoughts...
For you are kind and sweet...
And have two eyes that resemble the moon...
For they light up the sky like a million stars...
I melt at their sight...
So you are my inspiration...
I also admire you more everyday...
For you are brave and resilient...
So you have my admiration...
Sweet and gentle as a rose petal...
Hard as a rock...
Proof Inspiration and admiration go together...
Like my love and desire  for you...
It is too late to tell you that I love you...
I will never find another woman like you...
So I will love you in silence....
For an eternity...

My lips miss your lips...
My eyes miss your eyes...
My hands miss your hands...
I really miss you...
Not sure when...
Or if I will ever see you again...
But I will always wait for you...
All I can do for now is  open my lips...
And hope you are blowing kisses in the wind...
So the wind will bring me a taste of your kisses...
How much I miss you...
How much I love you...

I jump whenever I hear your voice...
And I jump on one leg whenever I see you...
But tonight...
It is my soul jumping on one leg...
As I know I will see you tomorrow...
Happiness is feeling our soul jumping on one leg...
Out of pure joy for those we care about...

If you soul and heart ever feel down...
Think of 5 happy memories...
Anything that made you laugh and smile...
Then think of 5 things you would like to do in the future...
And repeat...
Nothing Like happy memories of the past and hope for the future to nurture your heart and soul...

It is a happy day every time I see the sky...
Wheter sunny or cloudy...
Rainy or snowy...
Windy or not...
Clear night or not...
With or without moon or stars...
Whether I get to see flowers or hear birds chirping...
It does not matter...
Any day where I can feel, hear and see the world around me...
Is a happy day...

We talked about history earlier today...
And I just realized history does not exist when I talk to you...
Or when I think of you...
Or when I see you...
For time stops...
And my world comes to a standstill...
And I just want to stay there...
Submerged in the melody of your voice...
Or trapped in the sweetness of your eyes...
I fell for you...
The rest...
Well...
The rest is history...

The world is a beautiful place...
With so much to see and appreciate...
I could spend days watching the birds and the clouds...
Soaking in the rain...
Being pampered by the wind...
Mingling with the flowers and the trees...
Listening to the stars and the moon...
Yes, the world is a beautiful place...
I did discover, however...
The world is even more beautiful when I see it reflected in your eyes...
Time stops when that happens...
Even the clocks stop running...
Imagine how sweet that moment can be...
Me enjoying the beauty of the world through your eyes...
On a timeless moment...
That I want it to last for an eternity...

Your eyes are so deep and beautiful..
They would illuminate the darkest night...
For they are deep and bright..
They are a sweet ocean to admire...
An Ocean I would like to get lost on...
They are crowned by the most radiant smile I have ever seen..
If your eyes are an ocean...
Your smile is the sun that illuminates that ocean..
My beautiful midnight sun...

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...

The most important asset a person can have is his or her freedom...
Freedom to think
Freedom to choose...
Freedom to love....
Freedom to cry...
Freedom to laugh...
Freedom to dream...
I feel free around you...
For you are a free spirit...
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen...
Or that I will ever see...
That is why I freely say...
I love you...
You have the freedom to answer...
Or to not answer...
And it does not matter...
I still love you...

I saw many beautiful blue sunsets while in Mars...
And enjoyed many days contemplating the red sky...
As if looking at an eternal sunset...
But I did miss the rain...
For there is no rain in Mars...
I can't live in a world without rain...
Rain is one of my many inspirations...
I need to live in a world where I can go out...
Open my arms..
And get soaked in the rain...
A world where I can close my eyes...
And feel the rain down my face...
It does feel like inspiration falling from the sky...
I want to run by the forest...
And see all leaves on the trees dripping water...
While I hear the birds chirping in the rain...
The flowers bent...
They will stand proud and tall once rain stops...
Rain is magical...
It is a gift from heaven...
Welcome to Earth...
A true magical planet...

I am East...
You are west...
We will never get to see each other...
And we will chase each other for an eternity...
For the earth never stops spinning..
When it is day for me...
It is night for you...
It is like I am trying to catch your shadow...
But when I finally get where you are...
You and your shadow are gone...
As night has taken over...
I promise myself to try next day...
As I've done for as long as time has existed...
And for as  long as time exists...
For I love you too much to stop trying...
And I take solace in the fact that at least we are on the same earth...
Knowing you are on this earth is enough of a gift for me...