Tonight was the last time I whispered sweet words to your ears...
What is the point of saying "I miss you"...
Or "I love you"...
I never get a reply...
I might as well tell it to the wall...
At least the echo will answer...

The sun set hours ago...
The stars are here...
Blinking merrily...
For the night is their playground...
The moon just joined...
The crickets are singing...
The birds are chirping together...
One last time before they go quiet for the night...
Even the leaves are dancing to the wind...
It seems it is happy hour time...
Even for this poet...
For my eyes are closing...
And I am hopeful I will see you in my dreams...
Then it will be happy hour even for me...

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...

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'm hugging myself...
As hard as I can...
No matter how much I try...
The clock hands keep moving...
I can't hold back the years...
They are unstoppable...
I can only hope I can hold back the memories...
For even time can cause memories to fade...
And if they ever fade...
Perhaps I will be lucky, only sad memories will vanish...
I want to treasure every happy memory...
I would like to share my happy memories...
To anyone who wants to read or listen...
I can  always tell them to myself...
And hope a passerby will hear them...
He or she may wonder what some random guy in the park is babbling about...
That guy  will probably be babbling about hope and optimism...
For he is as optimistic as anyone can get...
So please, dear reader...
Hug yourself...
And try to keep holding back the years...
Your own years...

There will always be another day...
It does not matter if it is cloudy or rainy..
There will always be another day to watch the moon and the stars...
Or to read a poem ...
To enjoy a flower ... or the chirp of a bird...
If it is rainy or cloudy... then enjoy the weather drops..
Run and laugh under the rain...
If you are sad... then there will always be another day to be happy....
If you are bored... there will always be another day to be excited...
Life is a continuous journey...
Enjoy your life and the good days...
Be strong on bad days and remember there will always be another day...
If this poem is not good.. there will always be another day to write another one..
If this poet is not good... there will always be another one better...

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..


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

It was a cold, gray and windy out there yesterday; but there were still colors to enjoy...
Flowers to admire...
I guess  it is a bit like life, really...
No matter how tough it is, there is always a ray of sunshine to enjoy and  a bit of hope that tomorrow will be a better day...  

That is what a mother brings to her children's life... the hope
of a better tomorrow...

As I see it mother's day is not about giving gifts or the day itself...  
It is about reflecting what being a mother means...
What a mother is doing for her kids and the legacy she will leave them behind...
Mothers will leave a legacy of kindness, courage, good values and integrity...
That is priceless...

Best wishes for a great Sunday and a happy mother's day...to all mothers out there...

By the way, mothers should be celebrated everyday, not just on mother's day...

My eyes are open...
The sun is out...
The sky is blue...
There are no clouds...
It is not hazy...
And I know you are here...
But I still can't see you...
That is because you are the most transparent soul I have ever met...
I can't think of anyone with such kindness...
Such good values...
And such transparency...
You are really one of a kind...
I don't know how I noticed your transparent soul...
But more importantly...
I don't know how I was so dumb to let you go...

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 for you 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 with someone 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...

Was really scared when I lost your love...
For I didn't know what would be of my life...
So I held on to the memory of your eyes...
Your kisses....
Your voice...
I'm scared again...
It's being so long since last time I saw you...
Or heard your voice...
And I still love you...
You can't imagine how much...
Those memories are now vanishing...
And once they're gone...
Won't have anything to remember you by...
At that point I will have to question whether your presence in my life was just a dream...
And perhaps I am now scared of waking up...
And find out I'm alone...

How could I not write poetry when around you...
How could I not melt when looking at your eyes...
How could I not feel romantic when close to you...
How could I not adore you...
How could I not desire your kisses...
You tell me...
Beautiful girl...

How could I have not fallen in love with you?

The word love has 4 letters...
The word hopes has 5...
The word Dreams has 6...
That's 15 letters...
Those words are so beautiful...
They used to reflect how I felt about you...
Now I feel sad...
Hurt...
Confused...
Those 3 words combined also have 15 characters...
And coincidentally enough...
You only talked to me for 15 min last time I saw you...
What does 15 mean...
I hope it does not mean 15 years to forget you...
And coincidentally enough, this poem has 15 lines...

I have no pages...
I have no cover...
But  you can read my soul by looking at my eyes...
And listening to my words...
For I am a poet...
Poets are an open book to read...
For anyone who likes romanticism...
Passion...
Sonnets and verses...
If you ever  look at someone eyes...
And you feel  the need for nice words...
That person is a poet...
Smile and listen to the wind...
You will get the message...

I want to have a poem factory...
I don't need much...
Some paper...
A pencil...
Inspiration...
If I could look at your eyes for an eternity...
I could write 24 hours a day...
For your eyes bring so much inspiration...
Einstein said the universe is infinite...
And your eyes are an infinite source of inspiration...
So your eyes are really a universe...
At least... they are my universe...

No one has the obligation to love anyone...
I gave you my heart...
And you certainly don't owe me anything...
For pure love means loving without expecting anything in return...
The only thing I expected from you was honesty...
That's all...
I thought you were transparent...
But you're not...
To say I am disappointed and hurt would be an understatement...
It will take time...
But I will get over you...
And to think I truly believed you were a woman worth going home to...
I am not hurt because you don't love me...
I am hurt because you lied to me...
Not sure how I will manage to love again...
Being hurt and all...

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...

Suddenly I can't see the moon...
Or the stars...
Everything is black and white...
You were my universe...
But like a star that implodes to become a black hole...
My world collapsed...
And I was left in a vacuum...
And I feel as if floating in an endless universe of sadness...
This must be the teary way galaxy astronomers talk about...
I never asked for eternal love...
I only asked for honesty...
And you were not honest with me...
I can't think of anyone in the whole galaxy...
That feels as disenchanted as I feel today...
But, as sad as I am today...
My days are only bound to become brighter...
Even if slowly...
For if there is no eternal love...
There is no eternal pain either...

I want to stop loving you...
And I can't...
I just love you too much...
It is too painful...
So painful I can barely write...
So I give up...
I will let time take care of it...
I am hurt...
You have not been transparent...
You never were...
I said "I miss you" for the last time today...
No point saying it...
Your answer will never come...
I will miss you in silence...
My life will start again tomorrow...
I gave up on you...
But not on life...

If I could...
I would build you a house where the walls were made out of roses...
For you deserve to be surrounded by peace, beauty and harmony...
But even if the walls were made out of hundred of fresh roses...
You would be by far the most pure and beautiful of them all...
For you are a true rose...
Your kindness is second to none...
And the sweetness of your eyes can not be found anywhere else...
Now that I think of it...
Being close to you feels like being around 1000 roses...
Such is your beauty and kindness...
And looking in to your eyes feels like watching paradise...
For your eyes have the power to transport me to wonderland...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

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 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...

Legend has it that Mars and Earth were once a single planet...
Born when the universe was created...
Gravity and the universe did their part...
And the two inseparable friends grew apart...
Moving fast and erratically throughout the universe...
They did not see each other for millions of years...
And they had lost hope of seeing each other again...
Nature acts in mysterious ways...
The same nature that separated them...
Brought them together again once the solar system was created...
Mars was so happy to see Earth again...
He carved a moon out of his own mountains...
And sent it to orbit the Earth...
So that the Earth would not feel alone...
No one knows if this legend is true or not...
The truth is that today I am sending you this poem...
In the same way that the legend tells that Mars sent a Moon to Earth...
Because poetry is in itself a universe...
Where each poem is a World...

The wind woke me up...
For it was a windy morning....
Perhaps the wind will carry this message for you...
And it is also the wind who brought memories of you...
Poetry is carried by the wind...
My words are poetry...
So are your smile and your eyes...
I  even see them when sleeping...
So maybe the wind also blows in my dreams...
And that is a good thing...
For your eyes and smile make for sweet dreams...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

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...

Waited by the porch....
Longing for someone to ask for sweet words....
I can only offer poems..
No one seemed to want a poem...
People were only asking for sweets..
Everyone was in a hurry..
No one talked to me...
I guess the poet costume did not work...
But then again..
Who can describe a poet...
I will wait for another year then...
I still believe poems are a treat..
To the ears who want to listen to the soft whispers of a poem..
Or the souls that rejoice at these words...
As I see it, the world is a poem...
At least my world...

I need to let go...
I need to stop thinking about you...
I need to stop having hope...
I always believed hope could nurture my soul and my happiness...
Now the same hope is causing me sadness...
For I keep waiting for you to give me a hint you need me...
I'm sure it will not happen...
You don't need me...
Maybe you never did...
And I am starting to believe you even despise me...
So now I just hope my hopes for you will vanish...
It will take time...
And I will shed a few tears in the process...
But this is not worth it...
So I hope I can get over you...

I only think of you once a day...
From the moment I wake up...
Until the moment my eyes close for the night...
Then I dream of you while sleeping...
So you are in my mind for just 24 hours...
I wish the days were longer...
But it does not matter...
You have a spot in my heart...
And that means I will think of you for an eternity...

Hi 21st Century...
Your birthday is approaching...
And you will be turning 21 in a few hours...
So your teen ages are coming to an end...
You had some well behaved years...
Some bad behaved years...
But let me tell you...
This year was the worst...
Maybe you didn't do it on purpose...
Perhaps you didn't know better...
But 2020 is a year many of us will want to forget...
And some of us will remember for the wrong reasons...
I can't get a cake for your birthday as we are on lockdown...
So I will just whisper "happy birthday, 21st century" at midnight tonight...
And hope your twenties will be good for all humankind....

Yesterday I noticed your eyes...
Today I said I like you...
Tomorrow I will probably say I love you...
I wish yesterday had happened 20 years ago...
You mean so much to me...
That in 20 years I will probably still see you as the beautiful angel I met...
Yesterday...

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 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's 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...
I will just avoid looking at a mirror...
It does not matter how you look...
But how you feel inside...
Let happiness , hope and optimism run your life...
Let your soul be a butterfly...
Maybe I will see you enjoying the flowers nectar in the park someday...

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...

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 must be a clock...
For I count the seconds until I see you again...
Those seconds are slow...
So slow...
As if time was not moving...
And when I see you again...
Time flies...
And no matter how long I see your eyes...
It is not long enough...
If a clock hands revolve around the clock's dial...
My heart revolves around you...

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...

It is not a coincidence I am writing these words...
For my destiny is to spread my soul to anyone who wants to read my thoughts...
As I was born a poet....
And as such I can't stop dreaming of sonnets and verses...
My days are a non stop celebration of romanticism and poetry..
Life is beautiful and is to be lived with a smile...
with hopes and dreams...
Any sad moment can be overcome with the hope of a better tomorrow....
So if you are reading these words...
You are helping fulfill my destiny....
And at the same time...
Getting to know my soul...
I hope dear reader I get a smile from you.....
I wish you a happier day tomorrow...

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...

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...

If the Moon and the sun merged, we would have a star that would shine like your eyes...
Eyes that have the sweetness of the Moon, the brightness of the sun and the depth of the infinite...
If you knew, my love, the effect that your eyes has on me...
You would understand why my being melts before your presence…
And why my soul shrinks at the mere memory of your eyes...
And the reason  my senses succumb when you look at me...
Deep like an ocean...
Transparent as a diamond...
And full of love and hope...
Those are your eyes...

There is no hard drive large enough to store the many sweet memories I got from your eyes...
No screen that can truly show the sunshine of your smile...
And 1000  high definition photographs  can not show the wonderful woman you are...
You are one in a Gigabyte...

I wish I could speak many languages...
So I could tell you "I love you" in all of them...
I'm starting to believe I speak a different language from yours...
For my words go totally ignored...
Whatever it is...
It seems you and I will never be able to speak to each other in the language of love...
I will keep saying "I love you"...
Even though you don't understand me...

At 30000 feet the words seem to float...
As if  suspended in the sky...
The wind scattered all of them..
And they became clouds...
Majestically gracing the horizon...
A real canvas...
Proof that the world is a poem...
We just need to read what we see around us...
In any season there are sonnets and verses surrounding us...
Right now I feel like floating out there...
The lake and the towns look just like drawings in a gigantic poetry book...
Where the blue sky is its cover and the clouds the beautiful verses that brighten my day...
For now i will let my soul play like a child who has received his first toy...
That is one of the secrets of life..
Treat everyday as if you were just a new born...
And look at the world as if you have never seen it before...
Life and the world are far from ideal...
It is up to each one of us to try and live as happy as we can...
Off I go...
I you see a cloud blocking the view of the moon...
That is probably me...
Trying to get more inspiration...