Starry night...
It does not matter how many stars are out there..
They can't compete with the brightness of your eyes....
For your eyes resemble a beautiful galaxy....
So many stars  tonight...
I can only imagine you are looking at the sky...
I can't think of any other reason for such a starry night....

It is overcast tonight...
So I can't see the stars in the sky...
But it does not matter...
For I saw your eyes today...
And your eyes resemble a beautiful galaxy...
So clouds or not...
I still got to see the stars today...

You stomped on my heart...
You had no mercy...
Always making me believe you had feelings for me...
Now I feel used...
It is a mystery...
Why do I keep caring about you...
After the way you treated me...
Maybe I'm still in love...
I will never stomp on your heart...
But I will not allow you to stomp on mine any more...
This is the last sentence I ever write for you...
You will probably never read it...
Is all the same...
All these years I have been writing to the wind...
What a funny feeling...
I love you...
But I don't respect you...

Stupidity is what some naive souls like mine are made of....
We keep Waiting for a nice sincere  gesture...
Or a smile...
That will never come...
Why I keep hoping you will do something nice for me..
Is a mystery...
Today you crossed a border...
The border of lies...
For I know you lied to me...
That is where my stupidity ends...
But sadly for me, not my love for you...
I wish I could stop loving you...

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...

I close my eyes..
And I still see the sunset...
Red and majestic...
As if burning the sky...
I think I have a sunset for a heart...
Or a sunset in my heart...

You just left..
I can feel sweetness in the air...
I have my hands open...
Just trying to catch some of that sweetness...
I come empty handed...
No matter how hard I try...
Then only I realize that sweetness flooded my heart...
And my soul...
And that is a good thing...
Because I can carry your sweet memory wherever I go...
You really sweeten my days...

I just saw you...
And the lack of brightness in your eyes confirmed I mean nothing to you...
Perhaps I never did...
It is raining...
And I am walking alone on the street...
A taxi is coming...
I need to go home...
How I wish I could just send my feelings in that taxi...
And ask the driver to take them far away from me...
I guess I can't...
So me, my broken heart and my feelings...
Will get home in that taxi...
I bet that driver never carried such a heavy load in his car...
Such is the load of pain I feel now...

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...

I am a space traveler...
I have roamed the galaxy...
Seen many comets and asteroids...
Been to many planets...
Hitched a ride on passing asteroids...
For my dream is travelling all over the milky way...
I am just a sunset seeker...
I just visit planets to see their sunsets...
If it was up to me...
I would live in a world where the sunset lasts all day...
I love earth sunsets...
I am fascinated by their red color...
With a vibrant palette ranging from orange to red...
As if the sky was on fire...
I recently discovered a planet where the sky looks red during daytime...
And the sunsets look pale blue...
So to me the day looks like a complete sunset...
A planet where I can hear my own thoughts...
Welcome to Mars...

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..

Like a bird collecting seeds from a feeder...
My inspiration collects ideas from your eyes...
For your eyes are an eternal source of inspiration...
And then inspiration feeds my soul...
So at the end the beauty of your eyes feeds my soul...
Maybe my soul is a bird...
That needs the nurturing of the seeds of inspiration...
To let dreams fly...

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...

At some point in my life...
After getting lost in your eyes...
And succumbing to your kisses...
And under the spell of your smile...
I thought I had found my soul mate...
And was willing to move heaven and earth just to be with you...
You were the first thing that came to my mind when I woke up...
The last thing I was thinking of before my eyes closed for the night...
And then you were in my dreams...
I have never met a woman like you...
You were my priority...
My number one reason to live...
But now I feel I am at the bottom of the barrel...
Maybe even underneath the barrel...
I feel I am the last on your priority list...
And I think I am not even part of that list...
I have to beg to hear your voice...
I feel humiliated...
And heart broken...
Live your life and be happy...
For I can only wish good things happening to you...
As for me, time for me to get out of this barrel...
I used to be crazy about you...
Now I don't know if I want to see you...
For I  am afraid of being hurt...
Two can play the game of love....
But two can also play the game of indifference....

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 in 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...
Let happiness , hope and optimism run your life...
Let your soul be a butterfly...
Maybe I will see you enjoying the flower nectar in the park someday...

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...

Every wall calendar has comments on days that are either a holiday or a special occasion...
Mine has 'valentine day' written on all 365 days of the year...
And I suppose that is right...
For everyday should be a celebration of the people in our life...
For they make our days brighter and sweeter...
Happy valentines day..
Today and everyday...

Every wall calendar has comments on days that are either a holiday or a special occasion...
Mine has 'valentine day' written on all 365 days of the year...
And I suppose that is right...
For everyday should be a celebration of the people we love and care for...
Life has to be a celebration of people...
Specially the ones that make our life sweeter...
And brighter...
Happy valentines day...
Today and everyday...

Every wall calendar has reminders on days that are either a holiday or a special occasion...
Mine has 'valentine day' written on all 365 days of the year...
And I suppose that is right...
For everyday should be a celebration of the people we love and care for...
Life has to be a celebration of people...
Specially the ones that make our life sweeter...
And brighter...
Happy valentines day...
Today and everyday...

The calendar says you are a day older than yesterday...
I don't think that is true...
After all...
Calendars are just a piece of paper on the wall...
And calendars do not know anything about us humans...
You actually look younger than when I met you 11 years ago...
And that is because sweetness and resilience make people younger...
People who are always kind and always smile will never get old...
In fact, your smile will always look like that one of a teenager...
Wide and special, lighting up any room...
And your eyes will always be sweet and bright...
As if you were a 5 year old girl...
Mesmerized at the moon and the sky...
This is not a poem about calendars...
It is about you...
The only rose petal that will never age...
It just gets younger and younger...

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....

2023 is almost over...
Like a candle it is slowly extinguishing...
Its days just went away...
And we are left with just the memories...
Some good, some  bad...
But they are just Memories...
They're in the past...
We are humans...
We have hopes...
And dreams...
So we can always look  to the future...
Learn from bad experiences and try to make the best of the days to come...
Life is not always as  sweet as we would like to...
And Sometimes it is not easy...
But we humans are resilient...
So the trick is to never give up...
And try to enjoy the small and sweet things in life...
Poetry can be a small thing...
But it fills my days...
The candle of 2024 is here to stay...
For exactly 366 days...for it is a leap year...
So, my dear reader, I wish you and your family a great year...
May your days be filled with the small things that bring happiness...
Happy new year everyone...

It was a bit of a rainy evening...
A cloudy sky...
With just a few spots of blue...
There was still some sunshine in the background...
With all the roofs bathed by sunlight...
The flowers dancing to the wind...
The trees moving their branches as if waving goodbye to the day and hello to the night...
Two birds flying against the sunlight...
Two children running from the rain...
Or perhaps chasing an unleashed dog running ahead of them...
A woman seated by a window, across the street...
The whole scene would have made for a perfect painting...
A great canvas...
I can't paint...
But it does not matter...
I can describe...
And I can remember all landscapes and beautiful images I have seen...
From a mountain flanked by red flowers...
To a river and a water fall...
To the universe of your eyes...
Life is about enjoying the moments that make us happy...
Remembering all those beautiful images brings a smile to my face...
For now I will think of the moon...
And your eyes...
Either one would also be a beautiful Canvas...
Always try to picture the colors in your day...
And you will discover life is a Canvas...
Sometimes sunny...
Sometimes cloudy...
But still a Canvas...
Good night...

I carry a foldable chair wherever I go...
I found everything around me inspires poetry...
And the chair is not because I get tired...
No, it is just that I love life...
And everything around me...
And I lose my breath just by admiring my surroundings...
So if you see someone in a park...
With a pencil in hand...
A piece of paper...
Seated on a foldable chair...
And looking at the world as if it was the first time he is seeing it...
That is me...
Trying to describe the world through verses and sonnets...

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...

I must be a clock...
For I count the seconds until I see you again...
Those seconds are slow...
So slow...
As if time was not moving...
And when I see you again...
Time flies...
And no matter how long I see your eyes...
It is not long enough...
If a clock hands revolve around the clock's dial...
My heart revolves around you...

Did you know the wind has colors...
The wind is part of my life...
It is what carries my verses and sonnets across the land...
The wind at night is dark...
White on winter days...
Red at sunset and sunrise..
Green on summer days...
Colorful on fall days...
Gray on cloudy..
No matter the color..
I always have  a reason to be happy...
There is always something to be grateful for...
Something to look forward to...
I must have been a bird in another life...
For I love the wind...
And I wish I could fly...
So instead of letting the wind carry my words and poems....
I could be the one delivering them...
If you hear the wind blowing...
Listen carefully..
There could be a poem for you..
Look at the colors of the wind...

If I could write music I would probably compose majestic pieces..
Inspired by the spark of your eyes...
For they are an universe of inspiration...
Your smile, so welcoming and sweet...
But Alas, I can not write music...
If I could...
I would be a famous composer....
But I promise to keep writing poetry for you...
Forever...
Even if your heart went after a different composer...

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...

My favorite moon is the crescent moon...
For it looks as if the moon was smiling...
Or as if there was a smile high up in the sky...
The bright light of the crescent moon reminds me of your beautiful eyes...
And its shape reminds of your smile...
The truth is...
Even if there was no moon I would still remember your eyes and smile...
For they are eternal...
Like the moon phases...
I will sit by the big tree in the park...
I will enjoy the view of the crescent moon tonight...
It is  bound to be replaced by a new moon in a few days...
Followed by a quarter moon and then a full moon....
I enjoy the moon phases as much as I
enjoy your company, your smile, and the bright of your eyes...
Perhaps you are my moon...