You just left...
But the breeze and the wind keep bringing memories of you...
It is as if the air carries your fragrance and the breeze images of you and your eyes…
It is such a nice feeling...
I can't think of a happier moment than enjoying sweet memories of those we care for..
Specially someone so sweet and caring as you...
Your company was my gift today...
And memories of you my treasure...

Messages are words that we write when we want to say hi to someone...
But we don't get to do it in person...
Or not even over the phone...
I like writing as I imagine I am having a nice conversation with a person...
Makes my lonely days more bearable...
If I see a ray of sunshine through the window...
It perhaps means someone is reading the message...
Oh, I just saw the sunshine through the window...
To whoever is reading the message...
Good morning...
How are you...
Would you like to chat for a bit?...

Waited for the meteor showers last night...
I wanted to hitch a ride to Jupiter...
For I've always wanted to visit its 79 moons...
Our own moon fascinates me...
And I dream of seeing a world with more than one moon...
But alas, it was cloudy last night...
I could not see the meteors...
And perhaps they did not see me either...
But us dreamers never give up...
So I will wait for the next meteor shower...
On May 4th...
One day I may be able to fulfill my dream...
Of gliding through space in an asteroid...
While marveling at the beauty of our galaxy...
If it never happens...
At least I can dream about it...
I'm a real dreamer...
As I dream of my dreams...
I can't think of a universe without moons...
And I can't think of a world without dreaming of a dream...
Perhaps I am my own planet...
And my dreams are the moons that orbit around it...
For now...
My dear space traveler
I will let you carry on...
For you must be waiting to glide on the meteor that will carry you to your dreams...

Legend says meteor showers started when a comet travelling
through the galaxy got close to a planet called earth...
The comet had travelled for many light years through the
universe...
Orbiting planets aimlessly...
For that is a comet's destiny....
When he got close to planet earth..
He saw the sweetest and warmest light he had ever seen...
Not even Andromeda and the milky way combined could
produce such a warm , welcoming light....
The comet could not stop...
For gravity and physics don't understand feelings...
So he kept on travelling for hundreds of millions of miles...
But he never forgot the sweetest light in the universe...
For feelings don't understand physics and gravity...
So, he asked all his comet friends to circle earth once in a
while...
So all of them could get a glimpse of that light...
And carry a message of happiness all over the universe...
Legend says the light comes from the eyes of a beautiful girl...
Who adores looking at the moon and the stars...
No one knows her name..
And it does not matter...
For her eyes and soul are pure and clear...
Perhaps her name is clear..,
This, my dear readers... is the story of the meteor showers
origin...

Your eyes are so deep and beautiful..
They would illuminate the darkest night...
For they are deep and bright..
They are a sweet ocean to admire...
An Ocean I would like to get lost on...
They are crowned by the most radiant smile I have ever seen..
If your eyes are an ocean...
Your smile is the sun that illuminates that ocean..
My beautiful midnight sun...

Your eyes are so deep and beautiful..
They would illuminate the darkest night...
For they are deep and bright..
They are a sweet ocean to admire...
An Ocean I would like to get lost on...
They are crowned by the most radiant smile I have ever seen..
If your eyes are an ocean...
Your smile is the sun that illuminates that ocean..
My beautiful midnight sun...

And I open my eyes...
And spread my arms...
Looking at heaven...
As if waiting for a miracle...
Waiting for you to call me...
Or to tell me that you need me...
I know it will not happen...
And I know I will lose hope at some point...
For now I just keep waiting on a miracle...

How I miss telling you that I miss you...
Wonder if it would matter...
Even if I say it...
You would probably miss the words...
The same way you missed them when I said I love you..
Well...
I miss all of you...
But it does not matter now...
After all...
We missed the opportunity to be happy...

I wish all days were Moondays...
For I get mesmerized by the moon and the stars...
So I would be happy living in a world where the night sky was always clear...
And the moon and the stars my company and refuge for the night...
Imagine how many sonnets I could write...
As many as the stars in the universe...
For the stars and the moon are an endless source of inspiration...
I will keep dreaming of that world...
A world where all 7 days of the week are called the same...
Moonday...

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....

spring will be here soon
flowers birds and sun will join
A true carnival

And here I am...
Applying for the poet job...
I have no credentials...
No education in poetry...
No background...
And no references...
I am just a dreamer...
A romantic...
A story teller...
I travel with the wind...
And live with the stars...  
I talk to the moon...
I listen to the sun...
Have a poem for a heart...
And a sonnet for a soul...  
I can remember all the sweet moments...  
And forget about sad ones...
Would you hire me?...

It is a sunny day...
And a bit hot...
But breezy...
The birds are chirping...
There are two turtles walking towards the pond...
Slowly but surely...
They want to escape from the heat...
The tree branches are dancing to the wind...
The birds and the breeze sound like a melody from heaven...
The grass is green...
I wish I could paint...
This whole scene would have made for a perfect canvas...
I am trying to describe it the best I can...
Maybe this can be a canvas in your mind...
I like to describe what I see...
For the canvas of your eyes to read...
Both your eyes and nature inspire poetry...
Your eyes more than nature...
For your eyes are a universe...
And an endless source of inspiration...
I realized today the world has not enough paper...
For me to fill pages of verses and sonnets inspired by your eyes...
But that's OK...
I will write what I can...
Even if I end up writing tens of poetry books...
They will still not be able to describe how beautiful and sweet your eyes are...

In the past I would go to bed hoping I would dream of you...
Now I close my eyes hoping I would have forgotten you in the morning...
Who I am kidding?...
I love you like you can't imagine...
Like no man has ever loved a woman...
But I need to stop this torture...
You need just one to fall in love...
And two to be happy...
I am the one...
Who fell in love...
And who is now suffering...
One of my dreams is to get over you...
The other one is to see you happy...
For I love you too much and I want happiness in your eyes...
Quite the paradox...
Isn't it?...
Maybe...
The truth is...
Never try to explain love...
You'll fail at it...
Just love...
No matter what...

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...

Northern lights...
The sky turns green and red...
Displaying a majestic array of dancing lights...
They seem to be shy...
As they come and go...
They seem to be dancing...
And surprised to see their reflection on the lake..
For they cannot believe their own beauty..
And they disappear...
And come back in a different shape..
What a show...
This is how I imagined describing the northern lights..
Today this poem became a reality...
For the northern lights danced over my head tonight...
I am probably happier than they were...

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...

Here I am...
trying to escape the city noise...
I finally reached the forest...
My oasis...
The only noise here is the wind blowing..
In a way that makes the leaves dance...
As if they were waving to me..
And the wind becomes stronger...
And I can not tell if it is the wind blowing my worries away...
Or if its force just pampers my body...
But it feels like flying...
And my soul and the forest become one..
And I don't want to leave...
It is now raining...
But it does not matter...
It just so refreshing...
I am happy again...
Nothing matters anymore...
Life and happiness are made of such small things...
Would you like to see my oasis.....?

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...

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..

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...

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 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 withsome one 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...
It seems only one of us is an idiot...
And that is Me...

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...

I just realized you only need one to fall in love...
It would have been a dream if the two of us were in love with each other...
But I don't think you ever loved me...
I don't have any regrets...
I did what my heart wanted...
Love you like no man has ever loved a woman...
And being madly in love means not expecting anything in return...
We were not meant to be together...
But I love you so much that I can honestly say...
My happiness will consist of seeing your eyes...
Hearing your laughter...
And melting at the sight of your smile...
Even if I  one day I see you holding another man's hand...
Even if I see you once more in my life...
That's all I need...
Good bye my eternal love...
It is windy outside...
Really windy...
That is a blessing...
As the wind will dry my tears...

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....

It is painful to hear you laughing at other man's voice...
It is painful to see your eyes spark at his...
But I have to admit you look so happy...
And I love you so much...
I  can only wish for him to treat you the way you deserve...
And for both of you to be happy...
Real  love does not know of grudges or hate...
But it can be painful...

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?..

The room is dark...
I can not see my own hands...
I randomly hit the piano keys...
The notes don't make sense...
It does not matter if I keep my eyes open...
For the room is pitch dark...
And it does not matter if my fingers play in disarray...
The sound just lights up the room...
I discovered darkness is no match for music and poetry...
Any evening can become magical if music and poetry are by your side...
How these words can flow when I can not see anything is a mystery...
Which I don't intend to uncover...
I will just keep the company of my piano in the dark...