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...

The universe is a big place...
It is said it is infinite and ever expanding...
Maybe my soul is a universe also...
It is always searching for new frontiers...
New feelings...
And like a spaceship...
My soul travels the galaxies of life...
In fact...
Everyone's soul is a universe...
Everyone's heart is a planet...
Everyone's mind is a constellation of memories, ideas and experiences...
Us poets are dreamers...
And one of my dreams is to write a poem for each of my memories...
That would be enough for a galaxy of poems...
There are many places to see...
And infinite memories to bring back...
Every time you visit a new place...
A little piece of your heart stays behind...
But your soul becomes richer with the memories you keep...
The best place to be?...
Any place where you are happy and at peace...
I hope,  my dear reader, you will find many places that will make you feel happy...
All those places will be happy to have you there...

As the weather gets colder..
And winter gets underway..
Sunlight gets scarce..
It is like water through my hands..
It just vanishes..
How I miss the days when sun stayed up late..
The warm air and the soft breeze..
There so much to see and do..
I guess that is an advantage of winter...
It helps us appreciate what spring and summer has to offer..
It is a bit like our own lives..
Sometimes we don't realize what we have..
Until it is gone..
So our lives become a winter..
But there is always the hope of our lives becoming spring and summers. Even falls..
For life also has seasons..
So no matter how dark your days can be..
There will always be a day where you will see the sunlight...
That day you will know the spring of your life has arrived..

My hands are still shaking...
After exploring under your dress...
Such is the sensation that your body and woman's scent give me...
My lips are dry...
Longing for another one of your kisses...
My eyes are still blinded by the brilliance of your smile...
And I can't stop thinking about you...
All I want at this moment is for my skin to merge with yours...
And for our bodies to become one...
Fueled by the rhythm of your kisses...
How I'm going to focus today, remains a mystery...
The hope of seeing and feeling your body again is what will get me throughout the day...

And here I am...
Alone with my thoughts..
Me and my thoughts are one and the same...
The mind and the spirit can never be quarantined...
My words..
My thoughts...
My feelings...
will always be there...
Poetry is a reflection of who I am...
What I feel..
What I long for...
What my dreams are...
Time will go by...
Quarantine will end someday...
If I have learned anything of these times...
Is I am never alone...
For music, poetry, thoughts... even people and neighbors are there for each other...
And there is always something to share...
Even if just a smile by someone 2 meters away....

It snowed last night...
There must be millions of snowflakes out there...
I like to think each snowflake is a new word..
So if I was going to go out there and blow on the snow I could form new sentences every time...
The first time words could read "smile for the world"...
If I was going to try again it would read "world of smiles.." or "world for smiles"
All of them nice things
Or what about "life is happiness "...
Or "happiness is life"..
Or "your eyes are the light of the world"... or "the light of the world are your eyes"..
The point here is there are many ways to say nice things, and many ways to be happy...
As there are many, many, many snowflakes out there.. there are infinite ways to be happy and enjoy life..
Be happy..
Life is beautiful...
So are you...

Your house front door closed...
And I realized once again it is winter time...
For when I was inside your house it looked like eternal summer...
For your eyes have the power to warm and light up any room...
All I can recall it is me being outside...
And then me reaching my own house...
So either I have a self driving car...
Or my soul stayed by your front door...
And my body somehow drove my car back here...

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 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 '2021 poems at 2020 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...

Just let the night embrace you....
Your smile is a shiny star....
So the night welcomes you with open arms....
Just mingle with all others out there in the sky. .
This is a world where everyone is happy....
Where roses and stars sing together....
This is the only place where a rose petal becomes a star at night.,,
And is born again as a rose petal at dawn...

This is a game I never learned how to play...
I always seemed to lose when I played it...
And I had lost interest in it...
Until I saw you in the game room...
Then I became it an addict to this game...
For I want to win...
Your heart...

Ocean of poems
Would you like to navigate the ocean of poems..
A place where words ride the crest of the waves...
And are shuffled by the wind to create magical poems, Sonnets and verses that are whispered to your ears...
If so, this a journey for your spirit..
In the old times sailors used the stars to navigate..
On this magical universe, the stars you see on the sky are actual reflections of your soul..
Each sparkle representing a sweet memory of your life,,,
Or a wish for a happy moment...
So like the sailors of ancient times...
Just follow the stars to reach your dreams...
Your own stars..
And don't forget to send me a message when you reach your destiny...
It will mean you reached happiness...

The stars and the moon have been out for millions of years...
No one really knows for how long...
Maybe they have been there since the origin of the universe...
And they have been gracing the sky for an eternity...
The stars and the moon look at the earth every night...
And they are used to it...
Legend says the stars and the moon were particularly happy one night...
And they lit the sky like they had never done before...
Scientists could not tell why...
And they were never able to explain it...
Legend says that night they saw the most beautiful and dreamy eyes they had ever seen...
For a beautiful lady... with eternal eyes that produce a sweet light...
Was staying out in the open...
So the stars were treated for that one night...
And they were so happy they said they had enough happiness for an eternity...
The stars and the moon joked they were watching their "star.."
People on Earth look to the sky to see stars and feel comfort...
But this time the stars were the ones looking at earth to enjoy the beautiful light...
This is for you...
Love of my life...
Your eyes are so beautiful.. they can make a star blush...

Got my Christmas gift today...
For I saw your eyes...
And got lost in your arms...
Any day is Christmas day when I see you...
And any moment with you is New year...
For time stops and all I can think of is for the moment to last 365 days and nights...
Maybe it is not Christmas today...
But I am gifting you my heart...
I just don't adore you...
I love you...

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  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 says that Mars sent a Moon to Earth...
Because poetry is in itself a universe...
Where each poem is a World...

Not sure if it is because of the season...
Or the fact we are in the northern hemisphere...
But I noticed lately the sun rises after 9 am...
Or at least that is when I notice there is light out there...
Maybe it is because I get to hear the voice of an angel everyday after 9 am...
Will stop writing here...
It is almost time for my sunrise...

Like a camera shutter collecting light to create  a photo...
My soul gathers feelings,  sounds,  colors, thoughts, even movement...
To be able to create poetry..
So perhaps poetry is just a photo of one's soul and spirit..
Photographers talk about exposure for their photos..
Us poets are exposed to the world..
And feel all there is around us..
So photography and poetry are not that different..
I will continue my path,  trying to describe the what I see just with my words..
Maybe poetry should be called 'Photoetry'....
Or "Poetography"...
I hope my dear readers.. you enjoy my descriptions of the world...

The circle starts with excitement...
As I know I will see you later in the day...
Followed by happiness...
Every time I see you...
Then it comes emptiness...
When we take separate paths...
At night I am left with the memories of your eyes...
And when a new day begins the excitement returns..
This is  the circle of my days...
Aptly named...
As my days revolve around the hope  of seeing your beautiful eyes...

An the wind continues its journey..
It never stops..
I am thinking wind and time are one and the same...
Both are continuous.....
Wind takes my words and sonnets all over the place...
Time  will take them to the future...
Any poet's dream is having his or her words reaching people's hearts...
Either today...with  the wind...
Or in the future...
So my dear reader.. time and wind are the same...
So are poets and dreamers... They are identical twins...
Heading out now...
It is windy..
See you in the future...

Silence is a powerful answer...
Perhaps the most powerful of them all...
Silence says it all...
And even though silence does not carry any words or sounds...
It can be extremely painful...
I should have never said I love you...
But I said it...
And your silence gave me the answer...
Which I did not want to hear...
And which I heard in my heart...
Even though your lips didn't even move...

I keep thinking the world has two parallel dimensions..
One where you live, breath and touch..
It is what you see..
Another one is where your dreams are...
It is where you would like to be...
Sometimes those dimensions overlap..
And your dreams become a reality..
Or maybe we live in a dimension where everything is a dream...
And reality is an illusion..
Whatever the answer is...
I want to write poetry that will transcend both dimensions..
Poetry that will inspire readers to dream...
And dreamers to enjoy reality...
what is your dream?..

I'll feel drunk all day...
For your woman's scent drives me crazy...
I feel like my insides are burning...
And I can only think of you...
You only gave me a short kiss...
And you looked at me just once...
I can't imagine what would have happened if you gave me a second kiss...
I wouldn't have been able to contain my soul and my body...
For now I will treasure that kiss as if it were the greatest gift life has given me...
And I will continue to wait until the moment our bodies merge to the rhythm of love...

I am by the river...
Watching the water go by...
And it is like I am watching my own life...
The water flows endlessly..
Like the seconds and minutes do...
And I wonder where does it go to...
And I just don't know...
The river goes to the sea...
Time goes to the future...
So the future is a sea of possibilities.
So I am just a water drop in the river of time....
And I am happy to be who I am.   ..
For I can breathe and observe..
And marvel at the world...
And tell stories....
No matter where the river of time takes me...

There can't be hope without inspiration...
Hope is what inspires our dreams...
And you can not dream if you don't have any hopes...
Hope will give you enough inspiration to reach your dreams...
No matter what your dreams are...
Never lose hope...
Hope and inspiration will get you there...
There is no mountain high enough...
There is no ocean you can not cross...
I would climb the Everest...
And I would find a way to cross the ocean...
Just to see your eyes...
For your eyes fuel the hopes in my soul...
And inspire my hands to write for you...
I could not see you in years...
And the hope of seeing you would still inspire me....