Fly

As the rain falls,

he sees

the leaves move,

and listens

the ocean's roar.

The poet realizes what to be amazed for.


No poet lives in a four walled room!!


The branches of trees, washed,

creatures on earth, fed,

deep waters, raised,

many a surface, cleaned,

coconuts, dropped

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a soul in death, revived...


So, how does a tree stand tall?


And the poem does not know,

but the poet searches for the source!


Can love be not found for long?

Aquel Dia...

En el futuro el presente va a tratar de recordarme el pasado.


Recuerdo aquel buen amigo que camino conmigo,

caminamos por un tunel oscuro por mucho tiempo,

recuerdo poder oler la humedad,

recuerdo sentir el frio y la soledad,

recuerdo haber mis manos en mis bolsillos...


Pero en dias como aquel,

en esos dias pude aprender a encontrar la salida del tunel,

aprendi a encontar los rayos de luz,

aprendi a oler el pasto verde,

aprendi a sentir esperanza y un fuego calentador dentro de mi,

aprendi a serle fiel a mi amigo,

aprendi a ser un amigo.




El futuro, y quien pues conoce el futuro????

Secret Royal Garden

Without a number, without a paper,

with no code & no status,

but with a huge network,

my place can be here & anywhere else!



A friend of mine told me:

"You just reminded me of someone who one day shared this with me:

I was in front of a dark pit,
one that felt and seemed to not have an end.

At this pit I was at the verge, standing without balance.




All I could think and feel was that I would fall,

and I think I fell,

but this spiderweb caught me.

And I found out by God's grace:

as thin as this spiderweb seemed to be, it was unbreakable,

in this spiderweb my life got changed.

This spiderweb still holds me."




With this love I receive,

with this huge network,

all within me will rise,

I will still have the moon to fly!!!!,

from the first time
to the end of time,

FOREVER AND EVER!!!!

8 Way

Through the look of the sky,

and if you ask me, I really don't know why,

but it truly is about you and I.


At the shade of the tree,

and in and not in all of the times I feel free,

you and I can just be.


Paramount to me,

let's remain we.

Sending You a Note

Never saw red,

but in a rose I saw blue,

c'est la vie!


My eyes sailed in the sky,

for miles and miles long more blue.

c'est la vie!


Those long nights,

endless seas of the your best fellowship - deepest blue!

c'est la vie!

Picturesque

Still the wind, never still.


Reclined in complete repose,

the eyes of a scene I never cease remembering,

the sound not of an artificial chiming,

all to be made whole through the companionship...

...this friend that always listens,

he communicated the importance of communication,

and truth be that my all needed such rest.


In all the contention of the day nevertheless true might.

The Sky, The Sun, The Dawn

A sentence spoken at last,

the story told anew on an immense arch,

each reflection on each hello and goodbye,

and nothing like a spindrift as company...


the power of poetry of change.

Seeing

What it is from what it was,

what it is from what it will be

...

God has the power to.

I just remember I cut myself with a thorn,

and also that I saw her hair fall and fall,

her eyes deeply saddened.

Everyone began to feel sorry about her,

not everyone prayed,

but almost certainly everyone crossed a thought here and there about her.

God in his power did things.

And now I see her from here,

I see her through a picture that will fade away,

probably will fade away even just as I walk away
from the thought of these many words,

as I walk away and embrace what will come.

One thing I'll remember though:

God has the power to do.

Don Chelino

Ha, this old man...

His style was unique!

His eyes radiated hope, somehow.

I still think he kept himself in great shape,

who would not be in shape after long daily walks?

Don Chelino!

Who was this man?

Who did he love?

Did he have anyone who cared for him?

Was he mocked?

Did people spit on him?

Don Chelino!

I saw him searching for treasures in the trash.

I saw this old man camouflaged...

...Today I thought much about low and love.

This old man really got to know lows that I have...
I cannot imagine his lows.

Who cares about people who make a life out of trash?

Don Chelino!

He had a life.

I saw him.

Perhaps I should have become his friend.

I hope to be his friend...

The Sigh of the Less Experienced

I threw so many rocks into the water,

I would look for that second chance,

for the chance to make them bounce multiple times,

and then to look at the waves expanding in BIGger circles.

In great joy, believing that I could make all things work, I would flatter.


Was I then thinking about growing?


I used to get my hands covered with mud,

my industrial constructions were not just there for a glance,

and my heavy-duty Tonka truck never got stuck in all those climbs.

I would look at my roads, buildings, big piles of sand...

...then when "bored", my fellow Yellow was there as my best bud.


Was I then thinking about growing?

They Look Like Blue

It took me a thoughtful series of thoughts,

learning how to find the sequence,

more than just one moment of affirmation,

all the memory of a memory that lacks structured recognition,

playing with an earnest and yet hopeful group of words,

the state of reverie,

and the inside spring of all of Myself.


The reason that has no reason to be proofed,

reason of nonfading purpose,

and reason of imprinted and permanent significance,

is what embarked me into the journey of the seven seas.


Only the day of departure is yet to be found.

Waves Crashing

Your love...

And I enjoy each embrace,
even if through your power you take me down.

All this sound, the roaring of a collision that is hard to survive,
and I know you will get me back to the top.


I learned one day to be alright,
even if through your power salt would come out through my nose.



The feeling of being underneath, having no air to breathe,
and I know I still can enjoy your embrace,


Your Love!

I'll LOOK FOR YOU ALL THE TIME

The beauty appreciated by those who LIVE it...


Some people think of it as a bite,

but the truth is it always is complete.

Some people think of it as a waiting list,

but the truth is it always is a free full ride.

Some people think of it as a human shape,

but the truth is it cannot be confined or burned.

Some people think of it as an island,

but the truth is no one can see its end, not even its horizon.

Some people think of it as a lily or rose,

but the truth is it has one name, it is called LOVE.


...a beauty so bright that not even memory can choose to fight.

You Were Near Me

The rivers, the songs, the eyes...


In each moment that the sound of your presence,

though, doing what it most could, and rather well enchanting my company,

floated across the mountains and valleys of my vicinity,

played beyond the sunset of my gentle contact

and

orbited obsequiously & submissively while holding the beauty of each of my point of views,

my clue to compare the falls, silences and shades

was none, since the best day of my life was at turn.


...all the waves!

Rediscovering the Song Built

How to understand?

Can the wind be confined?

Does it denote the possibility to be combed?