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...

It was a cold winter day...
Gloomy and overcast...
I went for a short walk in the park...
With all the snow on the ground...
The gloomy sky and the trees without a single leaf...
It just looked like the world was black and white...
As if there were no colors to enjoy...
Then I got to talk to you over the phone...
Just by hearing your voice everything changed...
Everything came to life...
The sky displayed the colors of  a rainbow...
The wind became a symphony...
I even heard birds chirping...
By the time I said goodbye I even saw red rose petals being blown in the wind...
Your voice must be magic...
For it has the power of bringing colors to my day...
Even if I close my eyes...

I am thunder...
You are lightning...
For you are faster than I am..
And I can never catch you...
That is how I feel right now...
Always chasing your love and your kisses...
But I never get one or the other...
We are so close...
And yet so far...
Separated by the rain and the storm,,
Remember my lightning...
I will never stop looking for you...
Even if not holding hands..
I can take solace in the fact Lightning  and Thunder are always close to each other...
So at least I get to see you...
Even for a second..
That is how fast lightning strokes are...
And maybe that is why you struck my heart..
Good day my love..
I will wait for a storm...
So I can see you again...

I like you and respect you...
But I also like and respect myself...
And I love you so much...
But I also need to start loving myself again...
I  let my world completely  rotate around you...
To the point  I even stopped loving myself...
It is time to man up and move on...
I always thought you were a woman worth  going home to...
Maybe you are...
For another man...
Not for me...
Not after the way you treated me...
Not that you had any obligation...
But at least you could have been honest and sincere...
And not play with my feelings...

I always wondered why your eyes are so sweet...
And why I feel under a spell of happiness when I see them...
Not in a million years could I find anything as warm, sweet and comforting as your eyes...
Your eyes must be made out of honey...
For their sweetness is endless...
Now that I think of it...
You must be made out of honey...
For your kindness doesn't have any limits...
I say you are made of honey...
And you have a heart of gold...
Imagine that...
Made of honey and gold...
I am really lucky to have looked deep in to your eyes to see the sweet treasure you are...

I have seen your eyes on summer days....
Winter days...
Fall days...
Even in a dark room at midnight...
While our bodies exchanged love and passion....
And it does not matter how bright or dark it is...
Your eyes make any day a spring day...
For your eyes are a reflection of your kindness...
And an endless source of inspiration for my soul...
For without those eyes...
I would not be a poet...
Just a collector of words...

Oasis is wherever your smile is...
Paradise is looking at your eyes...
Heaven is hearing your voice...
Happiness is dreaming of holding your hand...
Life is enjoying your company...
Hope is waiting to see you again...

You don't know it...
Perhaps you don't even realize it...
But you really brighten my days...
My days are not the same when I don't see you...
Or don't hear your voice...
You make me smile again...

This is what I feel when writing poetry...
My heart and my soul are set free...
They can roam the universe...
Without any fears...
Poetry is the fuel for my dreams...
It is my way to show the world who I am...
I feel liberated...
For poetry is not just nice words and sonnets...
It is  way of life...

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....

Every mom is a living poem...
Every mom's eyes are a sonnet...
Every mom smile is a ray of hope
Every mom's heart  is a treasure....
Mothers should be celebrated every day..
Not just on Mother's day...
Moms have my respect and admiration...
Not just today...
But everyday....

So this is it...
It is over...
Funny, I don't think it ever started...
For we were always afraid...
And full of of fears...
But that is life...
It showed us a path...
And we could have taken it together...
But we chose not to....
And now we are just walking  separately...
On different paths...
So we blew it...
But it is not over...
For it never started...
I wish you the best...
For when you love someone...
You can only wish good things...
No matter where you are...
Or who is walking by your side...

Is there a way to stop time?
I wish there was...
So I could stop it when I hear you or I see you...
It would be heaven if I could see you or hear you for an eternity...
Luckily the memories of your eyes, your smile and your voice are eternal...

"What is a poem"

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

"What is poetry"

Poetry comes from the soul...
The soul knows no boundaries...
It transcends time and space...
Light and darkness...
Poetry only exists in the eyes of the reader...
Or the senses or the listener...
And the heart of the writer....

If 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...

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?

Why do I keep looking for you?
Even though you keep ignoring me?
And perhaps even lying to me?
Because I love you...
Love seems to be blind, deaf...
And apparently...
Immune to pain...
But I am not...
I am hurting...
But I still love you...
And I have not lost hope...
If this is not love... I do not know what it is...

Are you craving of sweet words...
And dreams?..
Are you willing to let your smile conquer the universe?..
And a beautiful rose merge with your hair?....
If so...
Close your eyes....
And smile.
Let yourself loose...
And you will be transported to wonderland...
The land where your laughter can be heard when it rains...
And where the wind sings poetry to you...

There is a full moon tonight...
Bright and beautiful...
Thousand full moons together are no match for the warm and sweetness of your eyes...
I will stand under the moon light tonight and repeat one thousand times...
I love you...
Maybe neither you or the moon will hear it...
But it's true...
I love you...

It is a clear night...
On the chilly side...
I can see the stars over the mountains...
Can't really fall asleep...
The mountains seem to have a magic effect on me...
They are majestic...
I feel in awe when seeing them...
Like your eyes...
They are magic..
How I wish I was hearing your voice right now...
That sweet melody would work like a lullaby for my soul...
Then I could fall asleep and dream of you...
I hope I can dream of you regardless...

I carry a camera...
And I take tens of photos a day...
I realized today my soul is also a camera...
A camera that only wants to take photos of you...
For the radiance of your smile...
And the spark of your eyes...
Are so beautiful when captured by a regular camera...
But my soul is able to capture your kindness and your resilience...
Just by looking deep in to your eyes I can tell how sweet and resilient you are...
My soul just wants to see you happy...
That is perhaps the one photo my soul wants to take...
A photo of you being happy....

I miss you...
Hope I can see you soon...
If not tomorrow, I hope I can see your eyes some other time. ..
I could not see you in 30 years and you would still look as beautiful as the first time I saw you...
One of the wonderful things about missing you is the feeling of happiness I  get when I think of you and  the  hope of seeing you again....
Good night love of my life...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

When I met you...
Your eyes looked beautiful...
Warm and inviting...
They are still beautiful...
But now they seem cold and hostile...
So cold...
My heart aches when you look at me...
My soul burns...
It is like your eyes are burning ice...
Just now I realize you despise me...
While silly me...
I still love you...
I will go somewhere else and cry...
If I cry while close to you...
My tears will probably freeze...
That is how cold you are now...

It is snowing again...
Once the snowfall ended...
You went out to shovel the snow...
And then it started snowing again...
And I think I know why...
The word spread about your beautiful eyes...
So it is only natural snowflakes kept coming...
For any snowflake would love to be melted at the sight of those eyes...
Such is their warm...
I wish I was a snowflake...
Maybe I am one...
I always melt when you are near...

I have dreamed of your eyes..

I have dreamed of your smile..

I have dreamed of your kisses..

I have dreamed of passionate nights with you..

But the most beautiful dream of them all..

Is the one where you run on a grassy field..

Shoe less..

Wearing a long dress..

With your open arms ..

With a beautiful smile..

As if embracing the wind and the sun...

And you look so happy and content..

For you see.. light of my days..

There is nothing more wonderful than dreaming of your happiness..

You inspire a poem every time my heart beats...

I adore you....

Just a few weeks ago I said I didn't have enough of your kisses...
Not enough of your time...
Not enough of your company...
Now I say I've had enough of you...
Your lies...
You used me...
And I can't emphasize enough how I despise you...
I don't need your crumbs...
I've just had enough...

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..

It is like I saw you for the first time today..

Your eyes look so deep and bright as the first time I saw them....

Your smile as fresh and radiant as ever...

It is like your beauty never ends...

Your most beautiful attribute,, however...

Is your kindness...  

It will never extinguish...

Which is a blessing for all who are fortunate enough to know you..

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 am a year older...
Says the calendar...
It is all the same, really...
For I lost track of how many calendars I have seen...
Maybe the calendar is trying to avenge the other fellow calendars I've ignored for so long...
The truth is...
I lost track of time after I met you...
And, yes, it is my birthday...
But I don't count how many years I have lived...
From now  on, I will only count the number of  years it will take me to  forget you...
For you misled me...
You made me believe you had feelings for me...
And you used me...
Who knows how many birthdays I will have to endure before I'm finally over you...
Today, I will sit here, with a candle...
Not even a cake...
And will sing...
Happy birthday to me...

How I wish I was a turtle...
So I could live a slow life...
A life where every second would last an hour...
A life with no stress...
No rush...
Where I could have time to enjoy my thoughts...
And ignore my fears...
A life where I would have time to reach my goals and my dreams...
And be protected by a hard shell...
A shell where I could hide when I want to be on my own...
But Alas...
I am not a turtle...
And time around me flies...
Flies so fast as if it hiding from my past...
And even faster when it tries to reach my future...
Barely leaving time for the present...
I will try to keep up with the fast pace of life...
That's all I can do...
I will also try to think like a turtle...
And take life slowly as peacefully as possible...
That is one of the secrets of happiness....
Also, if life goes slowly...
I will enjoy even more of your company...