You are always smiling.... 
Even though some people don't smile back at you.. 
You are always gifting us with the power of compassion... 
For you are the most compassionate soul I have ever met...
Never stop being who you are...
Never let that beautiful and brave soul of yours change... 
Laugh, Live...
Let your spirit roam free... 
Get all of us intoxicated with the wine of your eyes... 
For your eyes are a true elixir of life... 
Capable of giving happiness to anyone blessed by one of your looks... 
Today I celebrate you... 
That is why I wrote these humble words... 
Never give up...
No matter what... 
It is OK to cry... 
It is OK to be sad... 
For I will feel sad with you and will cry with you... 
No matter how far in time and space you are.. 
But remember... 
There will always be another day... 
And if you cry one day... 
Just make sure to smile and to laugh the next day... 
Life is too short... 
And it is better lived by laughing... 
So go ahead and laugh... 
Even if you think this poem is ****** and laugh at it... 
Then I can say I accomplished my mission to tickle your soul and make you laugh...

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...

It was a chilly Evening..
The land cold and white...
Full of snow...
The presence of two beautiful sparks brought light and happiness to my day...
For I saw your beautiful eyes...
Your eyes make any gloomy day a happy day..
And any sunny day a complete festival....

I want to cry...
But I can't...
My eyes are dry...
Perhaps I cried too much for you...
But my soul...
My soul is a complete waterfall now...
If you could see it...
You would be surprised at how much a soul can cry...
What a paradox..
My soul is crying...
But I still love you...
Perhaps that is why it is crying...

Legend says meteor showers started when a comet travelling
through the galaxy got close to a planet called earth...
The comet had travelled for many light years through the
universe...
Orbiting planets aimlessly...
For that is a comet's destiny....
When he got close to planet earth..
He saw the sweetest and warmest light he had ever seen...
Not even Andromeda and the milky way combined could
produce such a warm , welcoming light....
The comet could not stop...
For gravity and physics don't understand feelings...
So he kept on travelling for hundreds of millions of miles...
But he never forgot the sweetest light in the universe...
For feelings don't understand physics and gravity...
So, he asked all his comet friends to circle earth once in a
while...
So all of them could get a glimpse of that light...
And carry a message of happiness all over the universe...
Legend says the light comes from the eyes of a beautiful girl...
Who adores looking at the moon and the stars...
No one knows her name..
And it does not matter...
For her eyes and soul are pure and clear...
Perhaps her name is clear..,
This, my dear readers... is the story of the meteor showers
origin...

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...

If happiness was a language it would only have one word...
Laughter...
For laughter is the true sound of happiness...
We laugh at things that make us happy...
If even for a moment...
And all those  small happy moments make our days brighter...
I would be happy living in a world where the rain and the wind carry the sound of your laughter...
Then I would just run under the rain or in the blowing wind and get soaked on that beautiful melody...
I wish your days will have lots of laughter...
For I want you to be fluent in the language of happiness...

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...

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...

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..

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...

I saw the moon...
I saw the sea...
I saw the stars...
I saw all the flowers of the world together...
I felt the sun...
I felt the sky
And all I had to do was look at your eyes...

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 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...

I want to walk ahead of you...
Throwing rose petals and carnations on your path...
For I want you to walk on flowers...
Barefoot...
Can't think of a more beautiful image than seeing your eyes and your smile...
And hearing your laughter as you run...
Carefree and happy...
I would not be able to distinguish you from all the flowers...
For you are a rose petal yourself...
Do you still doubt I love you?...
I just think of you and the romantic feelings just flow...

Scientists talk about the many forces of the universe...
Gravity, electromagnetic and perhaps more...
I must live in a different universe...
For in my world there are far more important forces...
Kindness, Hope, Resilience...
Those 3 forces combined can create galaxies of peace...
Worlds of understanding and love...
The next time you see a star blinking in the night sky...
Lightyears away...
Perhaps you are receiving a message...
From someone else in the universe of hope...
Nothing can beat the power of hope...
Not even the distance between planets and stars...
And no one can stop kindness and resilience from moving through the universe...
Perhaps kindness, hope and resilience are the light of the universe...
At least the light of this poet's universe...

So it is over after nine years...
I tried...
You tried...
It just didn't work...
I would not hesitate to go back in time if I could...
And meet you again in 2012...
Even if things were going to turn out the same way again...
That goes to  say you brought sunshine, hope and happiness to my days
You still do...
Nine years by your side...
And the pain will last for an eternity...
So will be the memories...

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...

My poems must be invisible...
Or silent...
Or maybe the words got scattered by the wind...
I don't know...
I poured my heart and soul writing love poems for a girl I adore...
She didn't say anything...
My only hope is she didn't hear them...
Or she could not read them...
It is been days...
But who knows...
Maybe she will answer some day...
Who am I kidding?...
The poems are not invisible...
I discovered I am invisible to her...
I say this with a tear in my eye...
A tear I can see and feel...
I can't be invisible...
The pain I am feeling is real...

How I miss your kisses...
How I miss your wet and sweet lips close to mine...
And our hands together as we laughed and got transported to another dimension when kissing...
Now the only wet is in my eyes...
As tears roll down my cheek...
Who am I kidding?...
I still love you...
But it is time to walk away from you...
I'm not waiting anymore...
If if I keep waiting...
I'll have to swim...
For my tears formed a river now...
And they will soon become a water fall...
In memory of how I fell for you...

I want the cosmos to be my backyard...
I want to live in a world where I wake up to the moons of Jupiter...
A world where there is no rain...But meteor showers...
A world where the sun is always up...
And the comets are my company...
A world where I can see an eclipse a day...
And where I enjoy Mars blushing to Earth...
A world where galaxies are my neighbors...
And where I can rejoice at the sounds of passing asteroids...
Those sounds would be my music...
This place would be a true cosmic garden...

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 saw a rose last night...
Went to sleep thinking of it...
Dreamed of the rose...
And woke up missing her...

To the woman who resembles a rose petal ...
You have my heart...

"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....

I want to melt inside you...
Your skin, your kisses and your womanhood drive me crazy...
All I want is to cover each part of your body with my kisses...
And then let my mouth get drunk in the essence and fragrance of your wet cave...
I want us to be fused by love and passion...
Until we are covered in sweat...
I want your perfume to invade my skin...
As our bodies friction against each other...
And as passion takes our breath and words away...
I want to get to the point where all our vocabulary is replaced by short monosyllables...
Ah... ah... ah
And the occasional I love you...
For nothing would make me happier than us saying I love you to each other...
As our bodies move rhythmically and frantically...
I always melt when I see you...
But at this point I would just melt inside you...

I am a space traveler...
I have roamed the galaxy...
Seen many comets and asteroids...
Been to many planets...
Hitched a ride on passing asteroids...
For my dream is travelling all over the milky way...
I am just a sunset seeker...
I just visit planets to see their sunsets...
If it was up to me...
I would live in a world where the sunset lasts all day...
I love earth sunsets...
I am fascinated by their red color...
With a vibrant palette ranging from orange to red...
As if the sky was on fire...
I recently discovered a planet where the sky looks red during daytime...
And the sunsets look pale blue...
So to me the day looks like a complete sunset...
A planet where I can hear my own thoughts...
Welcome to Mars...

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...

If I could write music I would probably compose majestic pieces..
Inspired by the spark of your eyes...
For they are an universe of inspiration...
Your smile, so welcoming and sweet...
But Alas, I can not write music...
If I could...
I would be a famous composer....
But I promise to keep writing poetry for you...
Forever...
Even if your heart went after a different composer...

Like a bird collecting seeds from a feeder...
My inspiration collects ideas from your eyes...
For your eyes are an eternal source of inspiration...
And then inspiration feeds my soul...
So at the end the beauty of your eyes feeds my soul...
Maybe my soul is a bird...
That needs the nurturing of the seeds of inspiration...
To let dreams fly...

Yesterday I woke up to the snow...
Today I woke up to the mountains...
Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up to the sea...
But it does not matter what you wake up to...
What's important is what you dream of...
Never stop following your dreams...
Never stop dreaming...
And one day you will have the most beautiful awakening you could dream of...

I want to write a poetry book just for you...
Where every page can take off in the wind...
And fly like a dove...
While looking for you...
Poetry is born from inspiration...
And follows inspiration...
So it is only natural that a poem inspired by you...
Would fly the world just looking for the sweetness in your eyes...
What could be more beautiful than a poem seeing the eyes that gave life to it...

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"...

A Walk in the park...
It is a beautiful afternoon...
The sunset is coming...
The river looks as if it was made of gold and emeralds...
Such are the colors it has...
With the trees reflected and the sun rays..
The Ducks and the Geese feel just at home...
Swimming in the multi color waters...
The flowers bending delicately...
As if following the sunlight...
And allowing the warm breeze to caress their petals...
It is so beautiful...
I could just swear the flowers are smiling to me...
Or whispering...
I am not sure...
Maybe they are asking me to write this message...
For the most beautiful girl out there to read...
Or to tell her to come and visit the park...
The flowers would be happy to see their reflection on those beautiful eyes...
And be greeted by that radiant smile...
I wonder if I am some sort of a flower then...
Your eyes and smile seem to have the same effect on me...

I can't imagine a life without sunsets...
For sunsets are peaceful and signal the day is almost done...
And carry hope for tomorrow...
So the sun sets...
But not the hopes for a happier day tomorrow....

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...

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...

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...

Like the earth and the moon...
Who gravitate together...
Or like the night and the stars...
Who come and go together...
Or a bird and its shadow...
Flying together...
Or a rose and its petals...
Blooming together...
Or the morning and the mist...
Greeting the sunrise together...
There is no better friendship than that of a  mother and daughter...
A bond stronger than all the gravitational pull...
Or all the stars together...
It is an eternal bond...
All the rose petals together would not be enough to describe that bond...
But that is OK...
Mother and daughter are like a rose and a petal...
So Unique and special...
This is a tribute to two best friends...

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...

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...

You asked me if the moon reminds of you...
Yes, the moon reminds me of you...
Its sweet light brings memories of your eyes...
Your warm lips and your soft hands...
The truth is, any light reminds me of you...
For you are the light of my days...
And without that light my heart would be in the darkness...
These lines are for you...
Light of my life...
Owner of my heart...
And beacon of my path...

I am walking outside on a clear, chilly night...
Your eyes and your smile are all I can think of...
The stars seem to be thinking of you also...
For their light tonight is brighter and warmer than normal...
And as soon as I whisper your name...
They blink merrily and happily...
They like the sound of your name...
So do I...
It is a sweet melody to my ears...
The stars and I will make a toast...
A toast to your eyes, your smile and your kindness...
I don't have a glass of wine...
But it does not matter...
I will toast with my heart...
Cheers beautiful...

I spend the nights counting stars in the sky..
I get mesmerized by their light....
And it surprises me to know it takes light years to reach us...
So I am just wondering..
whether you are now smiling..
And like starlight...
Sometime in the future I will get to see that smile...
It does not matter if I have to wait light years to see it..
It will be worth it...

I was always told there are three dimensions out there...
Height, width and depth...
Einstein said there is a fourth one... time...
I say there is a fifth dimension...
The Dimension of happiness...
For whenever I see your eyes...
Or hear your voice...
I feel transported to another dimension...
A dimension where I want time to stop...
And where no matter how high, wide or deep the space...
It is not large enough to contain my happiness...

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...