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...

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...

I saw many beautiful blue sunsets while in Mars...
And enjoyed many days contemplating the red sky...
As if looking at an eternal sunset...
But I did miss the rain...
For there is no rain in Mars...
I can't live in a world without rain...
Rain is one of my many inspirations...
I need to live in a world where I can go out...
Open my arms..
And get soaked in the rain...
A world where I can close my eyes...
And feel the rain down my face...
It does feel like inspiration falling from the sky...
I want to run by the forest...
And see all leaves on the trees dripping water...
While I hear the birds chirping in the rain...
The flowers bent...
They will stand proud and tall once rain stops...
Rain is magical...
It is a gift from heaven...
Welcome to Earth...
A true magical planet...

I'm always begging you...
Begging you to talk to me...
Imploring you to acknowledge me...
To the point I make a fool of myself...
Today I'm begging again...
Except this time I'm begging to myself...
I'm begging myself to stop being a fool...
And to stop this nonsense...
This is not worth it...
Neither are you...

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...

Flapping his wings vigorously...
Defying the wind and the cold...
Blending with the pink skies of a cold fall sunset...
A bird was trying to get to a nearby, almost frozen,  pond...
The wind was blowing so hard...
It seemed as if the poor bird was suspended in space...
For he was flying against the wind...
And it had difficulty moving forward...
But he did not give up...
The strongest the wind blew...
The hardest he would flap his wings...
Until he reached his destination...
Like that bird...
There is no wind strong enough to stop you...
You're almost there....
Don't stop your flight...

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...

My lips miss your lips...
My eyes miss your eyes...
My hands miss your hands...
I really miss you...
Not sure when...
Or if I will ever see you again...
But I will always wait for you...
All I can do for now is  open my lips...
And hope you are blowing kisses in the wind...
So the wind will bring me a taste of your kisses...
How much I miss you...
How much I love you...

I would blow a kiss in the wind...
But the moon may think it is for her...  
For the moon is jealous of the beauty of your eyes...
So I will just blow it by sunrise...
My kisses are only for you...
Even if they never reach your lips...
That is how much I love 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"...

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...

A windy day...
The flame in the candle follows the wind direction...
As if trying to escape  and run away...
The stronger the wind gets...
The faster the flame moves...
It suddenly gets windier...
But the flame does not seem to give up...
No matter what comes to it...
It stays lit...
That flame represent resilience...
And no matter what life throws at you...
Never let the candle of resilience fade away...
No matter how windy life can be...
Resilience and hope can defeat any wind or storm that comes your way...
Hope and resilience are the path to sunnier days...

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?

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...

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...

I am not sure why my umbrella is  open...
Perhaps I wanted to avoid getting soaked by the rain of your love and your kisses...
Last time I closed my umbrella I got burned...
For it wasn't raining love...
But hate and ego...
But I can tell your rain is sincere...
It is perhaps the rain I've been waiting all my life...
This is the rain that can nurture my happiness...
I can hear the sweet drops hitting the umbrella's canopy...
I need to accept reality...
I need your rain...
I can't wait to get soaked in your sweetness...
I am closing my umbrella...
For good...

Is there a parade today?...
Why do I see confetti all over the road?...
The wind seems to bring a happy mood...
It is contagious...
The air is warm...
It feels like a carnival...
Maybe the confetti is in my soul...
I can feel it...
My soul feels like a carnival of happiness...
Every time you are near...

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...

The sunset melted my heart...
The sunrise melted my spirit...
Cool morning weather wakes up my senses...
And reminds me there will be another sunset...
And another sunrise...
For they are eternal...
But to me...
They are like something new every time I see them...
I get in awe...
As if I had never seen them before...
For now will let the cool morning weather be my company...
No matter where I go...
I'm bound to meet the sunset later today...
And the sunrise tomorrow...

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...

If you soul and heart ever feel down...
Think of 5 happy memories...
Anything that made you laugh and smile...
Then think of 5 things you would like to do in the future...
And repeat...
Nothing Like happy memories of the past and hope for the future to nurture your heart and soul...

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...

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...

A woman's heart is deeper than an ocean...
And as rich as the seven seas...
For it is an infinite supply of inspiration and feelings...
The real bounty is at the bottom of that ocean...
If you manage to get there...
You will have found the treasure of happiness...
Once you do that...
Don't let go of it...
It can be the treasure of your life...
Start by sailing on the universe of her eyes...
Until you reach the ocean of her heart..

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...

Everything has a beginning and an end...
We can't tell if a beginning is the continuation of an end...
Or if an end is the result of more than one beginning...
Life is an intricated maze...
Having only one entrance and one exit...
A maze with so many events and outcomes...
Countless ends and beginnings...
That is impossible to describe...
Sometimes we just can't understand life...
Maybe is all in the hands of destiny...
Destiny is just a knot connecting events and outcomes...
And interlacing all those ends and beginnings...

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...

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...

What is a dream?...
One too many philosophers have debated about what dreams are...
What they mean...
Why we dream...
Perhaps they are right on their theories...
For us poets, however...
Dreams are just what makes our life sweeter, even if someday things don't go as we would like them to...
So no matter what goes in your life...
And how rough your day can be...
Just keep dreaming...
One day you will have the most wonderful awakening you could dream of...