Out with my dad...

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

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

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

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...

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...

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...

I am walking by a park...
I can hear the river caressing the shore...
An old Mill sits between the park and the river....
It is a sunny, but chilly spring day...
I can hear just a bird chirping...
We are just 24 hours short of the month of May being born...
This  park should be bursting with flowers and birds...
Seems spring is afraid to come...
The arctic wind refuses to leave...
It is just a matter of time before  the arctic wind gets defeated...
The same battle will be fought in November...
And by then the arctic wind will prevail...
For the time being I will close my eyes...
And I imagine I am surrounded by birds...
Of all kinds...
Goldfinch, cardinals,  sparrows, robins...
I became one of them...
Just another robin in the flock...
And by instinct I decided to spread my wings and fly away...
I can see the park...
The river...
The mill...
The people...
All from above...
I am a birdie...
And I just got my freedom wings...
I will let the wind be my companion...
I open my eyes...
And I realize I am not a bird after all...
But that does not prevent me from dreaming of being one...
We can imagine freedom anyway we want...
I see freedom through the eyes of a bird...
What could be more beautiful than seeing the world from above?...
While carried by the wind...

Your hand is the only hand I want to hold...
Together we can conquer the universe...
I don't know if you will let me hold your hand...
I just have to tell you...
If you do...
Be advised...
I will never, ever, let you go...
For the first time in my life I understand what asking for someone's hand in marriage means...
I'm afraid the only thing I will be able to speak if I ever hold your hand is...
"Will you marry me"...
I love you...
You just can't imagine how much...

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'm hoPPing you will have sweet dreams tonight...
My big ears will be alert all night...
So if bigfoot is to come...
I will for sure let him know...
That he can not, the ground stomp...
For the rose petal is not to be disturbed...
If bigfoot wants to be loud...
Then to the forest he must go...
For the rose petal is dreaming of the stars and the moon...
Or..as kiddie bunnies like to say... the boon...
The bunny poet says goodbye...
I will be on guard all night...
And if needed... Bigfoot I might fight...
For the rose petal's sleep must last all night...
For now...Bunnflix I might watch...
My choice for tonight....
"James Bunnd"...

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...

Us poets tend to float in the air sometimes...
Maybe dreams are lighter than air...
And that causes poets and dreams to get up in the sky...
Maybe the sky is a poet's refuge...
Tonight I seemed to have crossed a new frontier...
For I don't see blue sky and clouds...
But planets, comets and asteroids...
It seems my dreams defied gravity...
And that is how it should be...
Dreams should not know of boundaries or frontiers...
I see Jupiter, Earth, Mars, Venus, Saturn, Jupiter, Neptune, Uranus, Pluto...
All of them rotating around the sun...
Surrounded by an endless flow of asteroids, stardust, comets, with all the stars in the universe as background...
I can't think of a more beautiful place...
I feel like jumping on one planet at a time...
And wait until it rotates around the sun...
To jump on to the next one...
Reminds me of the carousel at the amusement park...
Except here it is not plastic horses but planets...
And there is no carnival music...
Just the sound of the shooting stars and the comets sound as they cross the galaxy...
This is my cosmic carousel...
I hope dear reader you can come here...
I never want to get off this carousel...

If you ever meet a man who adores you just 1/100 of the way I do...
You are going to be really happy...
For he will have enough love for you to give you the moon and the planets...
He will be your partner...
Your soul mate...
He will kiss the soil you walk on...
And that is if he loves you and adores you just 1/100 of the way I do...
Just imagine how much I love you...

The wind is singing for you...
For even the wind can see the beauty of your eyes...
And the sweetness of your soul...
How I wish I was the wind...
So I could move around...
Follow the universe of your eyes...
And cause every wind chime in my path to sing for you...
I am not the wind...
And I can not fly...
But I can write sonnets...
I will leave them by my door...
And hope the wind will carry them for you...
Next time the chime sounds...
It is announcing one of my poems heading your way...
Maybe one day I will be the chime...
And I will whisper sonnets to your ears...

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...

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....

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...

There is no moon tonight...
But the nearby lake was lit as if there was a full moon...
The light was so sweet and bright...
As if the whole solar system planets were moons...
All of this because two beautiful eyes filled the air with sweetness and brightness..
Lucky Lake...
Legend says locals changed the lake's name to Moon Lake...
For everyone will remember that day...
Your eyes have the brightness and sweetness of a thousand stars...
That is why they are my galaxy and my universe...

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

I 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 thought she was a poem...
I thought she was different...
How wrong I was...
Love is blind...
And deaf...
Even though she inspired many poems...
She is not a poem...
Not even a verse...
Still...
I wish her the best...
For I still want to see her happy...

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...

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...

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...

I never thought roses could have a name...
I still don't know if all of them do...
But something happened yesterday...
I was walking by a rosebush...
There was no wind whatsoever...
I looked at the roses...
And whispered your name...
For roses remind me of you...
And as soon as I said it...
All petals moved...
As if they were dancing to the wind...
I can only assume rose and  your name mean the same thing...
For all petals looked cheerful...
Next time you see a rose...
Just whisper your own name...
The petals will move...
For the sweetness of your eyes and your voice will cheer them up...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

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...

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...

If you ever ask me if I still have feelings for you...
I may need to wear my sunglasses...
For my eyes can't lie...
My eyes are dry...
Maybe I have cried too much...
But they have not lost their brightness...
Brightness they got the very first time they looked at your own very eyes...
And that perhaps they will never lose...
As I will love you for an eternity...
Even if you don't...
So if next time you see me...
You wonder why I am wearing sunglasses at night...
Now you know why...
Who knows...
You may be able to see through them...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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 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...

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...

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?

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...

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 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...

The sun finally rose...
The night darkness is gone...
Daylight is here...
Just to show roofs covered in ice...
It feels like -8 °C out there...
The calendar shows November is history...
And December is barely a few hours old...
A chilly and slow Sunday...
The radio is on...
A Jazz tune can be heard through it...
Bass, piano, an electric guitar, saxophone and drums..
I like it...
My days are happier when I write...
If it was up to me I would write all day...
Describing what I see, hear and feel...
Life is a non stop story...
If any of us could write all that we see in a day...
We could just write a book...
Each one of us is a story...
With chapters written..The past...
Pages being written... The present...
Stories to be written... The future...
For now, my dear readers...
I will let the Dec 1 chapter continue its path...
Happy Sunday...

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...

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...

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...

If you really love me....

Chase me..

You know where to find me...

Where there is a sun...

Where the sea ends....

Where  the stars meet the moon..

No matter how remote..

You will find me ..

If you really love me...

I did my part...

I followed  you wherever you went...

I just don't know if you were encouraging me to follow you..

Or just trying to hide from  me...

Whatever the reason...it does not matter...

I did my best..

If my best is not enough ...

Then how can it be good enough for two?

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....

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...