My New Year Wish

A new something
starts now...
A new story
A new begining
And I wish
With all my heart
That you were here
To start
That new begining
With you
To feel you
Heart to heart
Warming my bed
Heating my soul
I wish that this new year
You were here
My love...

If

I die in my sleep tonight
Consider this my hug of goodbye
If I am angry or sad
Just know it is not your fault
It is me who feels unworthy
And that is just that.

Hello

Here is my business card:
I Am A. Loser, MA
Nobody Business
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere
USA 00000

You judge

And I keep silent
How can you judge
The one that love you
How dare you blame
And hurt and ignore
And make fun
And act with disdain
And look down to
The one person that
Would give her life for you!
How dare you!

The tears

They are clear
As the soul
That drains away
The pain...
They are warm
As the heart
That suffers alone
In the night
They are salty
As the ocean
Where they
Eventually land
My tears are mine
To enjoy and cry
No matter why
That is only for me
to know and no one else!

Dressing up

I am taking out this old dress
That I carried on for so many years
I waited for you day after day
But you did not return the love after all
So I am dressing up with a new skin
Painting my lips with a new kiss
And hitting the road for another trip
In search for the love of he who has wait
I loved you for so many years
Undeserved feelings I hold in my heart
For the one and only one that I should have never loved
The wedding ring down the toilette
With all my feelings as well...
I am dressing up with a new skin
And hitting the door for a road trip!

Lets not pretend

Tonight I am sad
To see what we
have become
You the exact image
Of an older you
Me the exact image
Of an older me
I am sad for your
lack of love
And for my own
Emptiness...

The lights...

The lights of the car
Are shining the night
And I stand in here just
Waiting for something
Someone...
To shine some light
In my life....

Me Duelen

Las ausencias
Debajo del palo
de mango
Los pies descalzos
Corriendo
Sobre la calle empedrada
Me duelen
Las memorias del maranon
Y el caimito
Cabalgando por el caminito
Que lleva hasta el fondo
Del rio
Me duelen los cheleles
Para la torta con huevo
La sandia y las guanabas
O el jugo de tamarindo
Me duele el ruido y la bulla
Que al final son lo mismo
Y no te dejan dormir
Con el endemoniado calor
Y el zumbar de los mosquitos
Me duele el amor que queda
Cuando los otros se han ido
Pero sobre todo me duele
El no tenerte conmigo
Y es que aunque a veces queramos
No nos alcanza la vida
Para trepar las murallas
O para cruzar el olvido.
Espero nunca te olvides
Que aunque no estes a mi lado
Siempre te llevo conmigo.
(a mi madre)

Listen

Listen to the silence
That speaks about the goodbye
That we never said...
Listen to the footsteps
That sneak into our souls
And scare the heck of us!
Just listen my dear
To that inner voice in your ear
That warns us
About right and wrong.
That is the voice of God.

A little Atom

We started in a point
Like a little idea
Long time ago...
We danced together
In the cosmos
Particles of a whole
Littly tiny particles
Of something undefined
And then
Out of love
We became love!

I see you

With the eyes of an artist
That sees the light
of your soul
With the eyes of a poet
That sees the love
in your heart
I see you like a star
on the sky
That passes by
and smiles
Every now and then...
And thats fine
If we see shootings stars
every night
It would not amaze
Our eyes!

These Days

I am done with the drama people
that run around the world
pretending to be who they are not...
I am done with the emotional needy...
even if is I...


So if you are feeling dramatic
go found another place
to display your latest
scene...this theater is closed.

Nothing

I don't pray
For riches
To leave you any
I have already give you
The best of me
And what I got in return?
Nothing. Words that went
With the wind.

Te cuento...

Que a la tarde no le hace falta el invierno ni a la noche le hace falta el desierto. Te cuento que cuando te fuiste, se me callo el cielo y sin embargo aqui estoy
De pie.

Meanwhile

While you were gone
I took sometime to cry
And I painted in the clouds
The memories from my heart
I wait and the winter came and left...and I cried some more
The flowers bloomed and trees got green...and you were still gone
Summer came and left
And a new autum is almost here
Meanwhile, I finished crying.
No need to apologize.

The Spider

She stands alone
Territorial little creature
And works day and night
Night and day
To build her trap
She sleeps at day
And hunts by night
When morning comes
We see her shiny net
Now dark...a reminder
That the spider work
Pays off at last!

El Poeta

Si me enamoro
de nuevo
Sera de un poeta
Con alma de gorrion
Y puno de escritor

The Hidden Truth

The hidden truth
 is within me
a little voice
 behind my ear
a little lie
beneath my skin
that inner feelings
I have somedays
the anxious fears
that scares me away
to hide and run
from others
and from myself...
The hidden truth
is in plain sight
and yet,
nobody sees
the scars
the pain
because
we are blind...

The Liar

He paints beautiful
Empty words like a poet
And draw smiles that don't
Exist...
He lies for the heck of it
Just because he feels like it!
If one day he accidentally
Swallows his tongue
He would die...poisoned

• By his own lies!

The Lady Without a Memory

The lady with gray hair
Seats in front of me
In a humble table
We eat our ice cream
While her beautiful
Blue eyes scans
This place for familiar
Faces...
There are none
Except me...
For a strange reason
Beyond my comprehension
She remembers who I am.
She likes to seat here
And do people watching...
Perhaps she looks for a link
Some clue of who she is
Or where she comes from...
She smiles at me grateful
For this friendship that allows her to hang up unto some
Memories....even if so small
At times I see on her eyes
A bit of dissapointment
When she looks at people
And they don't look back
Perhaps - she thinks - they have forgotten me...

What Do You Love?

Do you love the birds
In a sunny day
Singing in a branch
While butterflies wonder
Over the flowers in your garden?
Or the waves kissing the sand
In a remote island...
Or you prefer the top of a mountain or a lake in a valley?
What about a river hidding in the woods or a cascade falling from the rock?
Do you love the smell of the grass
After a storm
Or the rain on your face
Or your feet jumping in a pond
What do you love?
Do you love it all?

Si Fueras Tu

El elejido
El que me llevara
De la mano por la vida
Y Caminara a mi lado
En lo bueno y en lo malo
Mi complice
Mi amigo
Mi lider
Mi maestro...
Si fueras tu...
Pero lo dudo...

The Closet

The closet is this quiet
Inside place within me
Where I hide sometimes
When I dont want to seek...
I hide there in the sad days
When nothing seems to go well
Or in those days in which
I don't feel good about myself
it is dark and lonely there
But comforting in a wierd way
Like the womb of a mother
A quiet loving place!

Ya esta!

Te conoci alguna vez
Ahora ya no se
Ni quien eres
Ni que quieres
Ni a donde vas
Ni de donde vienes...
No te entiendo
Ni me gustas
Ni te quiero
Te perdono
Pero ya esta...

Disculpa

Perdon. Me he equivocado.
No eras tu.
Espejismo barato.
Me retracto
y me retiro
Agradecida al viento
que murmuro
en mi oido
Secretos
Un poco tarde
pero algo a tiempo
Y me suspendio
en el aire
Para amortiguar el golpe...
Disculpame vida
por ser tan torpe!

Crossing The Line

The paralel lines
 that never touch
are now lines
that crossed
 somehow...
We did step
 into each other path
In a poetic way
Verse by verse
We kissed life
Like the sun
kisses the sea
Like earth
 kisses the sky...
We danced
with the words
like the moon
dances
 with the stars
And without touching
Each others
The paralels
Crossed the line!

Here I Am

Hello new day
Now that we are here
Lets start over again
Nice to meet you life!
Lets take a walk and
Lets have that talk
we never had.

It is Raining Over Me

I look at the drops of rain
Over the windshield
They are so tiny and yet
So many and blend together
To blind the view...
Over the roof of the car
They create something
Similar to music
A soothing sound that calms
The weary soul
And washes the pain
And the sadness away...
If you step out to walk
They will blend with your tears
And nobody will know
That you are crying
And if anyone ask
You just smile and say:
It is raining over me.

The Frog and The Fly

One day a handsome frog
Met a cute little fly
-hello! - said the fly
-hello! - said the frog
They looked at each other
And they both felt in love
They hang up together
For a little while
and then it was night
And as the darkness fell over them, they both fall asleep.
The next morning the frog heard a buzz and without even thinking
The expert hunter stroke with his tongue and captured the fly in the blink of an eye. The end.
Lesson? None. Life is what it is. If it was perfect it will not be life. Just becareful who you hang up with. That's all.

Despedida

Me despido de ti sencillame
Porque como llega el verano
Y se acaba el invierno
Hay un tiempo para todo
Y todo tiene su tiempo.

The crossing

One night
 a butterfly
Lost a wing
as she flew
A Robin watched her
 from the sky
and he felt joy
For it was dinner time
He rushed toward
 the butterfly
But as he got near her
He experienced
a change of heart
The bright colors
The gentleness
The beauty of her
 soft smile and
 her dark eyes...
So he graciouly
Picked her from
The ground,
fixed her wing
And she was like new...
They parted their ways
And never saw each other again
But rumors has it
That the butterfly
Fall in love of the Robin
That first night they met.

Satrting Over! - Part 5

I am a single child, which means, I was often lonely. No siblings to play or to fight with. My dad was sick all the time, and my mom was busy working to put food on the table. I was on my own, figuring out how to entertain myself. I found joy in nature, more specifically, with ants. I remember observing them, day in and day out. I noticed their long tiny roads that seemed too long, when all they needed to do was to create a newer road to get to their ant hill. So lets say that I was the opposite of the "Ant Bully". I was the Ant Helper. Which takes me to my next clue in my quest...anyways, the little version of me decided one day to help the ants, and I spent most of my days creating new roads for them...no that they ever care to use my carefully crafted roads or batter to say thank you. In fact, one day I accidentally sat in one of the ant hills...lets just say that after that day ants and I became mortal enemies.


The point is, that another trait of mine is a passion for helping others. There is something in me that compels me to help, Is that in my genes? Did I acquired that from my parents?  Who knows. But it is within me. Now I have two cues. I love to write and I love to help others. Are those traits part of my call? Most likely. Are there other clues in me to guide me...? To be continue...

Starting Over? - Part 4

So back to the Mary-Go-Round...many of us just wake up day after day and we do that repetitive action of putting one feet in front and the other behind. We just mechanically go through life not moving in an specific direction. Not knowing what we really want to be when we grow up. Even worse, not understanding who are we called to be. Then one day we wonder, why are we not happy? why everything seems to be negative, dark, and why do we feel exhaust and frustrated all the time?


Well, no wonder! It takes a lot of energy to be unhappy. The thing is, it also takes a lot of effort and will power to stop and think, dive into our inner self and do that quest for the real us. It feel almost like we need to detach from the world and its distractions to find the answers. There is too much noise that prevent us from hearing our inner voice. But once you go into your inner room, that place where you are comfortable, alone with yourself, then you can listen better. I really think that is one of the keys to find your answers... For me, as I continue writting I get my first aha moment. There is one thing I have always love: to write! I cannot remember a time in my life that I did not enjoyed writting a story or a poem. I get absorved in a different world when I write. Thus that is cue number one...to be continue.

Satrting Over - Part 3

Going back to my original question, I ponder...what is my purpose? I guess the answer is within. One must wonder, why only humans seem to be clueless about our calling. Does the rain ever wonder its purpose? No. It just comes and goes. It brings life with it, most of the time, and once in a while it also destroys. Does the river ever guess its purpose? Nope! It provides an environment for all type of creatures, water for the thirsty, food for the hungry and a soothing view for the sad or lonely soul...does the mountain wonder why is there? Never. It knows its purpose: to break the sky and stand immovable against the wind, the rain, the sun, the night and the passing of time.  Its majesty defies gravity and human kin...inviting, daring anyone to conquest its highs. Neither the wind, the night, the sun, , the dirt, the sky, the stars, the animals,  the flowers...ever ponder or wonder or second guess who they are and what are their purposes...only humans do...why is that?...to be continue...

Starting over-part 2

So there must be a reason why we are the way we are. But how do we figure it out? I don't think there exist a one answer fits all for this question..Instead, I think each of us need to initiate their own journey. Perhaps the key is learning more about ourselves. Recently I have learn some things about myself that knocked me out of my feet. I call these moments growing pains and that is exactly what they are: rocks in our shoes that force us to seat down, take the shoe off and check to see what is hurting us. That is the time to ponder. To take a deep breath and think. What am I doing right? What am I doing wrong? What part of this problem do I own? How did .I got where I am and more importantly what do I need to do to get out of this situation? Does that depend only on me?
Yet none of those questions answers my original question: what is my purpose?...to be continue...

Starting Over

Sometimes we just need to stop the Mary-go-round step down and seat on the grass to ponder about life and the pursue of happiness. That is how I feel tonight. It is about time.  Have you ever wonder what is your purpose for you to exist? I feel like I have been in the quest for  this answer since a very young age.  Many times I ask myself: who am I? Why am I the way I am? There must be a reason...To be continue...

Thete was upon a time

Nothing. And I lived happily ever after!!!

Crazy

I fall in love of crazy
He comes and goes as he pleases
He cheats and lias and tricks
Just because he wants...
I just watch and laugh. Life is good. And I am more crazy than crazy. Cause you have to be crazy to love crazy. Isn't that crazy?.

El Amor y La Flor

Un caminante recojio una flor en el desierto. Bajo el sol ardiente la flor moria poco a poco. Pero el caminante la beso y la flor volvio a vivir. El caminante bajo el sol ardiente empezo a morir. La flor entonces salto a sus labios y se transformo en agua...y el caminante vivio...el amor verdadero se sacrifica...como la flor...

Some People

Some people get cancer,
Others get arthritis
Others get alzheimers...
Some people just fall in love of the wrong person!

Growing Pains

Some people come to our life with a single purpose: to be the rock in our shoe.
They are there to help us become aware of ourselves. Perhaps there is a lesson we must learn from them. Maybe they are just growing pains intended to lead us to the next level. Whatever the reason you are in my life: thank you. I will figure it out!

The Soap Bubble

Life is like a soap bubble. So fragil and yet so beautiful. You can see it shinning under the sunlight, floating around...and then puff! Is gone.

Duality

Some days I am a little angelical
Some days I am a little devilish...
I am wondering which one
I will be today...

Some days I am the calm of a river
Other days I am the wild waves of the ocean
And yet other days I am the silence of the night
Or the noisy storm breaking through the sky
Some days I am love and yet others I may be hate.
That is the duality of the human race.

Normal

0h! What is normal...?
The same old same old
The sunset over the trees
Or the clouds passing by
Day in and day out?
Oh! I cannot tell anymore
I cannot see because the tears
Mixed with the rain or with my sweat...
What is normal? Putting one feet in front the other amd walk
Against the wind that blows
Over my face...it is normal
To keep going in a direction that is wrong? To follow ones heart against the compass that points to a complete diferent direction? How can be so wrong when it feels so right...? Oh! I know what it is...I am not normal...am I?

Lo siento

No soy perfecta
Ni la mas bella
Ni la mas calmada
Ni la mas inteligente
Ni la mas divertida...
Lo siento
Por no ser lo que deseabas
Por no ser tan fuerte
Como tu quisieras
Por llevar las lagrimas a flor de
piel
Por se diferente
Por amar demasiado
Y por no esperar nada a cambio.
Disculpame. Es mi error no el tuyo. Me toca a mi correjirlo.

Al Final del Dia

Cosechamos lo que senbramos
Si plantamos un manzano
No debemos esperar tomates
De la misma manera
Si no somos capaces de dar amor
No debemos esperar recibirlo.
Asi de simple asi de facil
Tenemos toda una vida
Para aprender la leccion.

Tonight

Be quiet. Be still. Be humble.
Tonight is the night
When the battle
Of all battles
Is fight...

Reflecting

It was a day of joy
When a litte babe
Was born...
It was a day of sadness
The Friday day that
He was kill
But the the Son of God
 defeatead death itself to bring us all Back to life. No one ever in the history of humanity can claim to have such capacity to love and to sacrifice. Only LOVE himself can love that much. I wish I could become a little bit more like you and a little less like me. But your LOVE is so infinitive and truthful that you meet me where I am. You accept me and love me despite of myself. You are an awesome God!

If I Could

Pull out my heart
And give it to you
So you could see
How a heart in love
Looks like
I would happily
Do it...
Perhaps you could
Attach it to your own
And feel what true love
Feels like...
Instead you probably
Will sell it for some cash
And totally miss the point.
I would still give it to you
Anyways.
You see, it is not for me
To tell you
What to do with the gift
Once is given it is for you
To do what it pleases you to do!

So...

I heard someone said
That nothing happens without
God's permission...
Does that means...?
Strange
Don't you think???
I suppose it all comes down to
What lesson did I need to learn? Making sense or finding a meaning...figuring something...is all that it is. At the end of the day the rock on the shoe has a purpose.
It is a growing pain that is trying to teach us something. Right?

La Margarita

Tiene el sabor semidulce
De una tarde de verano
La acidez de una toronja
Y el salado del mar...
Es fria como un desierto de hielo
Y fuerte como un hombre
Pero delicada como una dama
Te pega en la memoria
Y te aflora los sentidos
Y entre sorbo y sorbo
Te trae a la memoria
Recuerdos...sentimientos...
Y suenos...
Bartender: una margarita por favor!

Honor to you Facundo

Ah my poet!
It would have been an honor
To get to know you
Such a mind, such a soul,
Such a wonderful man
How come some spirits like yours
Have the power of the word
And the blessing of the love
The freedom of the spirit
The wisdom of Solomon...
Oh poet so eloquent..so convencing...I will in this day follow up your advice...
I will start again to sing
To laugh...
And to be happy again
Thank you Facundo Cabral!
I love you beyond the grave and despite that I never met you.

Tamborito Panameno

"Panameno panameno
Panameno vida mia
Yo quiero que tu me lleves
Al tambor de la alegria"

LOVE versus love

I met you about 8 months ago. In a dark night my car got broke. An Angel stop to help - I though - such a gentle soul that cares. How wrong! I forgot a rule of thumb: not all things that shines are gold. I also forgot how history goes: some Angels are from heaven and some are not. So Eva ate the apple and poisoned she got. Now she wonders in the desert of her own blood. Crossing back and forth between her rightness and her wrongs. It is a human thing, you see, to fall in love...with evil. But it is also human to fall in love with LOVE. I hope that I "LOVE" more than I "love"...

The Storm Inside

The real thunder is inside
Hidden secretly between
Layers of skin and muscles...
The rumbling and the lightining
That threatens the daily quietness of the neighborhood
Is nothing, compare with the storm inside...

The Magical Place - The Lake

The sunlight filtered through the leaves of the deciduous trees and landed over Fern’s eyes warming her now elongated face. She was woke up by the brightness on her eyes. A little disoriented at first, she opened her eyes to the beauty of the wilderness. How long has she been there? She could not tell. At first everything seemed normal, but as she stood up she felt something odd. Was she taller? How tall can one grow over night? She look at her pjs. They were too small for her now. A small sound came from her throat and she almost fainted. She hold onto the tree and took a deep breath. As she looked up she felt dizzy…a terrible thirst on her mouth. Now in full day she could see the path behind her…a lot of grass and branches were covering it, like if a long time has passed since last night. – Grandma… she murmured. There was no way to walk through the path, back to her house. The path in the opposite direction was still clear an inviting. Fern was not sure she wanted to continue, but there was no other choice. It was either that or find the magic place. Getting caught at that same spot in another darker night was not an option for her. She pulled her dark hair out of her face again.  Her hair had grown longer too. As she walked she saw some berries and happily picked them up and ate them in a hurry. She was so hungry it took her a lot of berries to be fulfilled. Grandpa had shown her which berries were good to eat. He was a smart man. After eating she started walking…it was a sunny warmer day than the night before. As she walked she has the feeling of been watched, but she could not see anyone. Down the road she spot a little lake and she ran to it. She was so thirsty. Fern kneeled down at the shore and started picking water with her hands and gulping down her throat like a wild animal, but stop all of a sudden in amaze. Like a mirror, the lake reflected back her face. It scared her at first. She had never seem this face before. But then she touched the stranger face with her hands and realized it was her reflection in the river. She touched the reflection on the water too. This was a young woman with a wild hair and a dirty face. She tried to pronounce her name, but nothing came out of her mouth. It was like if she had forgotten how to talk. She stood up and walked into the lake. The water refreshed her spirit and calmed her down a little. She floated on her back for a while. Grandpa also taught her to swim. Grandma did not care for swimming, but grandpa found swimming fun, so against grandmas wishes he taught her to float and to swim. Looking at the sky she let her mind wonder…the magical place must be beautiful, and grandpa surely will be there, she thought. He had a special soul. She closed her eyes for a while. When she opened them again, it was already midday. She walked out of the lake. Her clothes completely wet. It will be a while before they dry. But it was a warm day, and she really did not care. At least now she was clean and ready to keep walking. She looked around. That feeling of been watched got to her again. All that she saw was a bird, a few ants, and a rabbit passing by. She went back to the path, one feet in front and another behind, one feet in front and another behind...she thought about how the first day of school would have been. Many new kids, all frightened by a new place, scared to be away from home, learning new things, laughing, running in the school patio, playing fun games. Grandma surely tried to sale the idea of school as a fun and necessary evil. She knew better...school scared her. She preferred to walk in the unknown path that seat at that school for...how many hours grandma said? She suspected grandma was laying to her. She suspected that she was going to be drop at that school and never been picked up again...how did she knew? she could not tell...there was something within her own self that was magical. She just knew. And so she step firmly, sure that the path was the right thing for her, one foot in front and the other behind...on she went...

Ha!

I am becoming the night
that I feared the most
the one that I hided
so well from...
it is catching up with me
and has become my shadow
is not leaving me alone
no matter how far I run...

Through the Hole in the wall

I can see your soul
running in the wild
hunting, like an animal
watching quietly
waiting for the right moment
to jump in and attack


I can sense your presence
in the dark
hiding behind the trees
searching for the next
poor soul that cross your path


I can perceive you
like I perceive my own thoughts
because at some point
we become one...
like the day become the night
and they are all part of one
and that one is part of all
at the end
we are all connected


I am therefore,
you are...
you are...
therefore
I am...

The Pause

Sometimes
we must pause
to ponder
where are we going.
with our living...
are we uplifting others?
are we brighting someone's day?
are our smiles
making the difference
in someone's life?


Sometimes we must pause
before a lie that may deceive
before the hurtful word
that nurture hate
or the mean silence
that leave behind
an awful taste
in someone's heart...


Sometimes we must pause,
and take a deep breath
start all over again
and reflect:
Do we want to become love,
and enlighten the world
with our inner light
or do we want to become darkness
and let that ugly inner dark
take over our lives
and the lives of others?


What will it be?
your choice
my choice
our choice

I do too

I heard from you today
you say that phrase....
did I heard you saying...?
nah...I must be dreaming
cause I never heard you
saying it before...
I am ok with it though
it has been a long time
since you said my full name
it is good to know
that you remember...


it was good too
to heard you
saying that special
long waited
meaningful
caring phrase...
guess what?
I do too.

The Bird My Soul

The bird over the tree
Reminds me of my soul
Created to be free
And stuck
In this cage
We call world.
I heard him sing
At the top of his lungs
I am jealous
For I too have a voice
But I dont sing
As good or as loud
As he does.
I love you little birdie
Keep singing.

Embrace yourself

Yo complain so much
But you have your hands.
With them you can work
And make a living.
You can plant roses
Or fix a car...
Or build a house
Or touch someone
 You have your feet
And you can walk
From your place
To mine...
You have your eyes
To differentiate
wrong from right
And ears to hear
Who say I love you
From the heart....
But you chose
No to walk
No to see
No to hear
And who am i
To tell you
Otherwise.
I love you.
That is all I know.
Now. Good bye.
It is time.

Salud!

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Sad

The sad thing is that
I really cared about you
When you were sad
And alone
And cold
And lonely
I truly cared
Meanwhile
You NEVER
Ever cared
About me.
Isn't that hilarious?

A Magical place - The Path

Fern Looked at the open sky. The stars were shining bright. A soft breeze moved her hair leaving behind a wild mess. She shivered a little. Her pajamas were not very warm for a cold night like this. Maybe, just maybe she should close the book of stories and go back to bed. No, she was a stubborn little child. she pulled her dark hair back in an effort to fix the mess done by the wind. The path was in front of her, ready to take her into the woods. She heard grandmas snoring again. No, she was not going back. Fern took few small steps, testing her own bravery. She felt the adrenaline rushing through her body, excitement and fear intermixed with her own perceptions of right and wrong. She thought about school. She did not care for it, she did not wanted to go, why should she?


Her steps were now more firm, more secure, she was sure that she wanted to disobey. She wanted to run away and do whatever and find that special magical place were she was sure she belonged to...now she was running. Nobody could stop her. She felt free as the wind.  Her heart was beating fast now. Fern focused in keeping the running rhythm, putting one foot in front of the other, and she was soon inside the dense woods, and as she advanced, the woods were getting darker and darker, until she could no longer see any stars in the sky.


After a while her feet hurt. She finally did a halt and looked around. She remembered then that grandma had read: "only special souls could make it into the magical place". A fear took over: was her soul "special"? She thought about turning back. She should. She should stop right there, she was still on time. Fern hesitated. Her instincts were trying to take over...but she was not a good listener. She turned around for a moment. Behind her the path was almost gone...completely darkened by the woods now. She took a couple of steps, pretending to want to return, but deep down she did not want to go back. She could stay there forever...except, she did not like the darkness. But if she could just wait until the sun came back, she would be happy. No one to tell her what to do, where to go...She turned back to face the path and started walking forward her objective again. Where was that magical place? how long would take her to get there? Grandma did not said. The path seemed long, very long...
As she moved forward, she grow tired and tired. She did not remember at what point she sat under a tree and fall asleep. In her sleep she could hear grandma snoring again. the wind was colder now and she shivered again as she curled...the floor was hard and cold...the magic placed seemed so far away. In her dreams she felt lonely and sad. The path surely will take her to that magic place, you will see...

A Magical Place

There is a magical place deep, way deep in the woods. Only special souls can enter this place. Some people say that once you enter that place, you will never return back to the world. The end.
Grand ma closed the big book of stories and smiled to the little girl on her lap. That's it young lady, time for bed.
- But grannie...I want to know more about that place! Can you please read me more, please, please???


Grand ma knew better. That little girl always wanted more than what she should have. How many nights she has giving up at her request, and stayed way too late.


- Nope. no tonight young lady. I am tired, and you have to go to school tomorrow. You don't want to be late on your first day at school, do you?


She saw the disappointment in the big black eyes. The little girl said nothing anymore. Seldom Grand ma will denied her a pleasure, but when she stoop up and said the horrible word "NO" the little girl knew she meant NO. Grandma brushed her dark hair, they together said a prayer and then Grandma tucked the little girl into bed.


-Good night sweetheart, dream with Angels. You have an exciting day tomorrow, it would be fun, I promise, you'll see.
-Good night Granma.


Grandma stamped a big kiss on the little girl's forehead and walked out of the room, turning the lights off  on her way out. The little girl looked at the window. Some glowing stars on the ceiling kept her company.- Ugly stars - she though. She pulled out her covers and quietly got out of bed and walked to the window. She rested her face on the crystal and looked at the real stars. She wanted to touch a real  star, to be out there, way far and away from the world...what if the story of the magical place was about stars?..she looked at the big book of stories left over the night table by her Grandma. Was Grandma already sleeping? Will she notice if she turns the light on? She waited few minutes, fighting her own desire of falling asleep. Soon enough she heard Grandma snoring. She knew it was Grandma because Grandpa was already gone to another special place of his own. He left one day in a fun car that had a lot of lights and made a howling sound. After that, she never saw him again. She imagine he was happy wherever he was, that is why he did not return...


The little girl walked on her tip toes toward the light switch and turned the light on. Then walked quietly to the table with the big book of stories. She picked it up and sat in Grandmas rocking chair. The page was already bookmarked. Grandma planned to continue reading to her the next day. Although the little girl could not read yet, she knew the book have beautiful pictures that guided her through the story. She had looked at the book before, when Grandma was gone.


The beautiful woods were in front of her. she could see in front of her the small clear path that leaded to the entrance of the woods. all around, tall, green, beautiful trees seemed to invite her to follow the path into the magical place...TO BE CONTINUE, Some day, some where... ;-)

The Glow in Your Eyes!

Love should not hurt
instead, it should uplift
the human heart
Love should rise
our senses
should enlighten
our lives
should brighten
our path
love should
not worry
or doubt
or feel anger
or sadness
or jealous
love should be
the most beautiful
experience
you ever had
it should give you
butterflies
in your tummy
and pink cheeks
and certain
glow in your eyes...

The Muddy Feet

My feet have walked many roads

The dusty road that leads

To a small town in Panama

And the rocky road in the same town

That leads to the most beautiful river

My eyes have ever seen

My feet have walked into that river,

Carrying a canoe over the shoulders

And then as the water deepens

My feet has jumped into the canoe and rested

These feet has also walked in the city

Over the hard concrete that leads

To so many places

From the canal-zone to the ocean

Back and forth

An these feet have ran in the chaos

Of a war that was not a war

More like an invasion

These feet have danced under the rain

And climbed trees in the jungle

They have chased butterflies

And hummingbirds

And even have landed over a nail

or stabbed by a stingray

Occasionally…

But the most fun these feet

Have ever had, was the times

Running shoeless,

Jumping on the dirty mud

After a rainy day!

The Sun The Moon You and I

The night brings to my skin
The memories of your soul
And I look at the moon and ask
If she knows
Why are you gone
She looks at me and laugh
My dear - she says - I do not know
Then with sad eyes she asks:
Do you know why the sun is gone?
I smile for I understand her pain
No - I say - I do not know
I close my eyes and let the bless of unconsciousness take over
And then I dream that
you and the sun, both are back...

The Warrior

The Warrior
 stands
against the time
he looks
at the horizon,
with sadness
on his eyes
he too has been
 laughed at,
punched on the face
left behind, ignored,
shamed, persecuted,
fallen down
on his knees...
his skin shows
the scars of war
the symbols
 of his fights
he too
feels the pain
but he stands proud
and cut with the knife
merciless
whoever approaches
him
friend or foe
after all
he has forgotten
how to trust
how to care
how to love
he just know
how to survive

The Clown

The beautiful clown looked so sad
She danced in a careless world
And made them laugh...
She shed a tear or two but no one cared...they just laughed and clapped with curiosity in their eyes...and she danced for the world to see her awesomeness...
The clown is laughing now...

Dancing my night off

So I will dance the night off.
I will be free as the wolf is
I will fly away and ran with the pack and pretend i am one more
Of the team...

If only the wolf knew

How much the eagle
Cares for him...
But he does not
Does he...?
If he knew he would be
Right here with me
Tonight.

The sweetest things in Life

Are those that cost you nothing
a singing bird, a cloud in the sky
a blooming flower
the smile of a child
a friendly hug
the notes of a song
that reminds you of someone
long time ago
the kiss of a mom
or the hug of your son
a walk near a river
or deep in the woods
the smell of the one
you love,
or the smell of the rain
it cost nothing
and yet,
makes you feel
like the richest
of richest...

My Choice

Today I choose to love
Sometimes to love
means to let it go
To open your hand
And let that bird
 fly away
To hold your desire
To cut off that flower
To stop chasing
A falling star
or the end of the rainbow
I choose to love you
By saying good bye.

You Matter

No matter what they say
no matter what they think
just remember this
in God's eyes
you are worth it!


No matter what you think
how low or sad you are
how lonely you may feel
remember my good friend
you matter.


No matter how it gets
stormy, rainy, shine,
dark, cloudy, dry,
hot, or freezing hell
don't worry how bad it is
there is light at the end


No matter if you think
or if I think we are worthless
if we fall down and stand again
and fall again in our face
there is someone that thinks
we matter, we are lovable,
we are worth our weight in gold
we matter to Him.


So path yourself in the back
wipe your tears and your knees
and stand again and say thank you
for you really matter, my friend.

Carta para ti

Hola! el clima esta mejorando,
poco a poco sale el sol y calienta la tarde
los arboles empiezan a echar hojas
y la hierba empieza a reverdeser.
y tu que tal, aun estas en pleno invierno?

How are You?

In nights like this one
When it rains and it is cold
I wonder...are you ok?
Are you happy? Are you sad?
Are you well? I just wonder...
There is so much misery out there, so much loneliness
So much struggle to survive
And yet, rest assure that someone under the same sky cares...

El Amor, La Pluma y El Papel

Oh! El amor, la pluma y el papel
Son todo lo que soy y que sere
El amor me despierta, me llena,
Me enternece y me hiere,
Me enloquece y me pierde.
La pluma es mi pasion
La tomo en mis manos
Y escribo y describo
Los versos de mi alma
El papel es el lienzo
En el que estampo mis huellas
Las palabras que fluyen
Y abonan la tierra.

Letter to The Wind

You came one day in fall
in a rush and in the dark
and you stayed for a little while
you moved things around
you took, you gave
and move on you went
you still around sometimes
soft some days,
wild or fresh,
I don't see you
per say, but I perceive you
be well, dear wind,
be fine, be you...
play around with the clouds
and the birds
refresh the day
and if you ever feel like it,
stay...

The River

It runs like a snake from extreme to extreme of the country
bringing life, and yet, one day, it just rises like a giant
bringing death...getting back what is rightfully his...
leaving misery behind, like an unfaithful men,
destroying, like an angry warrior...

Oh Hello There!

I t has been a while since I last heard from you
few years have pass, and time have change so much
since last time we met...


You were concerned,
because deep down
we still good friends,
the kind that care,
the Kind that pray
the kind that hope
and whish
for each other welfare...


Sometimes I wonder
where we went wrong
but ain't matter anymore
we grow older and with it
wisdom come,
well, kind off...


I am glad to hear from you
I really hope things are ok
life is too short
we grow too fast
and time, the unforgiven time
knocks in the door one day...


So my dear ex - husband
and current friend,
I just want to wish you well...
Take care, live well, be happy
enjoy life and let go all the pain
get closer to God,
He is the only way...
and by the way,
thanks for caring, still...

Poema al Olvido

El olvido es triste
es una rosa olvidada
 en el florero,
marchitada
sin el agua vital
abandonada
en un Rincon
de la casa
sin ojos que la miren
o manos que la cuiden…
El olvido es
como el arbol
que no regresa
despues
de un largo invierno
se quedo dormido,
putrefacto y muerto,
y solo la carcaza
se mantiene erecta
como desafiando a la muerte
El olvido eres tu
caminante que marchas
arrazando contigo
las almas
guerrero adolorido
que no perdonas
ni amas
ni te importa la vida
solo ries y callas
y te vas por el mundo
persiguiendo
 suenos
que moriran manana.

Joy

Good morning sunshine!
Warm the earth, this crazy place that we call home. Bring with you the life of a beautiful spring season. Paint the landscape with flowers of all kind and colors.  Come, visit everyday and bring with you the joy of another sunrise!

Breathing

Sometimes we must pause
and take a long,
calming, relaxing breath...
and walk away
from all the pain
the sadness
the disappointments
the everyday ups and downs
and just close our eyes
and imagine a world
peaceful as a field of dandelions
where we walk free
from worry and sadness
where we can lay down
over a green field of grass
and look at the blue sky
clean and clear
where the stars shine
and the moon smiles
back at you
while a butterfly
flies playfully
over your face
and you hear a happy
cardinal singing
at the top of his lungs


just take a deep breath
and imagine that...

Sobresalto

Te ha pasado que a veces
Sin siquiera notarlo
Se te viene a la mente
La memoria de un beso
O una palabra o un algo
Y se te revuelve por dentro
El alma con un sobresalto...

The Ice cream

ah! the food comfort
that reminds you
of the ice cream truck
and all the children
running in desperation
gathering around
in the hope to make it
through the line
before the last scoop
of ice cream
sells out...

Masquerade

Life is like a carnival
Where everyone wears a mask
And dance a walz we call love
One to three one to three
Now I do love you now I do not.

Flowers from the Unknown

I get flowers
every day
from a person
I don't know
is a courteous
 way to say
morning, bless you
 and take care...
I don't know you
I don't care,
I just thank you
for those flowers
that you send...
its a blessing
to be cared,
to be wished
a good day
from the distance
and the unknown
who takes
time to say hello!

If the Walls Could Talk

They would be gossiping all day
about the things that they see
about the tears that they hear
and the sadness they perceive
they will talk about the joy
once they saw, and the sunny days
of the past. About the dreams,
they will talk....if they could
they would have...
but they are silence instead
and for that I am glad...!

El Sendero

Caminando despacio
Observo en la distancia
El sendero que lleva
De mi puerta a tu casa
Es un sendero largo
Echo de polvo y tierra
Y se me agigantan los pasos
Porque te ciento mas cerca
Mientras recorro el sendero
Voy pensando, piensa y piensa
Que esto que llamamos vida
Es casi, casi una fiesta
Y a medida que avanzo
Por el camino de piedra
Me olvido de adonde iba
Y me embelezan las huellas
De otros pies que pasaron
Por este sendero de tierra...

Wondering...

I always wonder why is so much easier to write poetry in my native language...I mean, when you love you don't love more in one language or the other, right? You just feel love, so why is easier to express feelings in one language over the other. It does no make sense to me.

Te Busco

En mi memoria
Y no logro encontrarte
Te busco entre mis suenos
Y tampoco te encuentro
Te busco en el silencio
Y tu ausencia me duele
Como duele una herida
Como duele la muerte.
Te busco con mi alma
Y todavia te siento
Donde empieza la vida
Y se derrama el deseo...
Te marchaste una manana
En busca de otros suelos
Y te perdiste en la distancia
Como en el cielo un jilgero...
volveras algun dia?
Me pregunto y espero
Solo oigo un silencio
Que me acuchilla
En el pecho...
Te doy un beso
 en mis suenos
Y cansada me duermo.
Buenas noches, manana
Conversaremos de nuevo.

In the midst of chaos

When the world
spins around
without control or order
if you stop for a second
and take a deep breath
you may find a point
to focus and restart again
Just listen for a moment
the silence and just
like Beethoven
let music flow out
of your mind
into the world
and savor the harmony
of the music
and your soul...
let the crescendo
build up and lift your mind,
then let the clock restart again
and go dance at your own rhythm
and get the grand finale
stump the world with its beauty,
you will find such a peace
and then,
everything falls in place
 again
bringing calm and order
to your mind.
"Love much, laugh often, live deep, forgive and move on, life is too short to waste it in silly stuff" Not sure who said that, but it is a good advise.

Monday

Monday morning. Another start of another week. Another opportunity to influence the world with our daily living. Let's go and put in our grain of sand!

And even in a bad day like today I still thankful. I am thankful for everything and everyone in my life because you are teaching me, helping me to grow and to shape into a better human being.

Some days...

Some days are better than others. Today is not one of them. It is a day when I did step backwards and lost terrain. It brings back sadness.  Guiltiness. Feelings of unworthiness. I guess it takes time to heal and we are in a daily battle with ourself. I wish I had a magic wand to vanish sadness and bring on happiness...but I don't...

What about You?

Today is another opportunity to improve who we are. We are a work in progress. A diamond in disguise. So I am taking the opportunity to try again. To get polished, to grow, to improve, to keep loving, to still hoping, to dance and sing and celebrate despite the barriers, limitations and dissapointments...What about you?

Self Reflection

End of the week. TGIF. Looking backward, it has been productive. First, I woke up, therefore I am alive. That is a good thing because I can do my part to make this world a better place that what it was when I first arrived. I think I helped someone to see a brighter future, or at least to find the light at the end of the tunnel. I may not be perfect, but I strive to be better. I like that.

Hanging up with a Wolf

I heard someone say that if you hang up with a wolf you learn to howl. That made me smile because it is so true. I licked my fur as I smiled. Then I did stand up, lifted my head and howled at the top of my lungs.

Love yourself first

Today is another day to celebrate. I can hear people laughing, managing their stress by talking to each other, planning fun stuff. I need to learn from them. Find things that motivate me to be better, to grow, to have fun, to go back to be who I was long time ago. When I used to put myself before everyone else. I think when we forget about our self and our needs we stop loving who we are and we become someone else. But how can we truly love others when we don't love ourselves?
Love yourself first!

What is it?

I ponder today about people. What is it that make us like or dislike others? Is't the attitude? Whether they smile or not? Or it is perhaps the eye contact? Could it be the energy that we perceive...or even a scent? The voice? A hand shake?... Maybe the ability of maintain a smart conversation? Or a good sense of humor? Whatever it is, does not matter. We are all unique, special, amazing creatures with likes and dislikes, strenghts and weakness, flaws and talents. Each adorn this world with our pletora of personalities and behaviors. Whether we like each other or not does not really matter. We are all part of this system we call earth or humanity. Let's then be grateful for each other!

Gratitude

I am thankful:

• For this day that ends
• For my friends
• For the bird that sings because it reminds me that spring is near
• For the air that I breath
• For the water I drink
• For the clothes I wear
• For this bed where I rest
• For the roof on my head
• For the food on my table
• For the laughs and the tears
• For the hopes and despairs
• For the dreams that were broken
• For the yays and the nays
• For the teachers and mentors
• For the sun and the moon
• For the stars and the nigbt
• For my mind and my memories
• For my face and my hands
• For my body, my blood and my lungs
• For the power of hearing
• For the music and songs
• For every gracious soul that ever crossed my path and everyone that lend me their hand, for those who took and never gave back.
• I am thankful to be who I am.

Hang on

My soul is stranded
somewhere in the snow
shivering in the coldness
the wind blows
and howls...
I must be strong...
the Spring is near...
just hang on...
one more day...

They Know

There are souls that know each other before the begining of time. When they meet each other they recognize in their eyes something familiar. They may not know ecactly what is it...but they know.

Sin Sentido

Tu estas alli
Y yo aqui
Enamorados
Como unos locos
Yo enamorada
De ti
Y tu enamorado
De otra...
Que sin sentido!

Conjugation

I love
You love
He/she love
They love...
Everyone love
But what we call love
Is not real love...
Real love is call Jesus
And it died in the cross
For us all.

The Irony

Life is an ongoing irony: the dog chases after the cat, the cat chases after the mouse and the mouse chases after the cheese!
The question is, when the mouse developed such high taste for fancy food? Why he risks his life to dodge the traps and find his way to the fridge? And how does he knows what a trap with cheese looks like? He is too smart for his own good, that little deceiving, sneaky, tricky mouse...

In my corner of the world

I look outside and see the snow, piling in the street,
so white and beautiful, so bright and cold,
just like life, just like love...so intense, unexpected
just like the world...

Mumbling About Something

I hear the sound of nothing
hitting the roof of something
in the planet of nowhere
near the corner of maybe
under the sky of someday


I seat and I stretch my legs
and relax for a second
in the world of who knows what
waiting for who knows who...
does that makes sense?
perhaps no,
perhaps yes,
but again,
who cares?

The Wait

I wait you here
Under the shade
Of the broken tree
You know, in that
Empty spot
That you left
One evening

I wait for you
In the old bench
And as I watch
The sky and the birds
I remember your smile
And I wait.

Me gusta...

Me gusta pensarte a ratitos
Imajinarte en mis sueños
y sonar que me quieres


Me gusta mirar tu retrato
y conversar con tu imajen
de hombre travieso


Me gusta pretender
que nunca te fuiste
y que estas a mi lado


Me gustas…!

A Date wit Myself

This is the day of Love
when flowers are sent
diamonds are giving
and cards stores
are full with lovers
looking at a last minute
special something


All that is great
and I will get it someday,
but today
I have a date
with the most important
 person
in my life:
myself!


I will be caring
cause I deserve it,
I will be loving
cause I have earned it
I will indulge in everything
that makes me happy
and I give permission
to myself to dream,
hope, laugh and be whoever
I want to be.


I will meet myself
tonight, and I will say hello
then we will have a toast
and celebrate our life together.

It is Gone Now

There was upon a time
a being that believed
in a world made of tenderness
and laughs...

The stages of a woman

The woman is gone...
She left the minute
She heard the war call...
The mother is gone too
With her baby all grow up
There is no need for a mom
The artist remain
She will write the chronicles
Of the war...
And the warrior will fight
To the end
With all her might.

You. The Wind..The Butterfly.

The butterfly over the flower
Invited you to dance..
But you chased after the bumble bee that stung you one day.
So the wind came and play
And softly invited the little fella
To dance. So she opened her wings and rode the wind across
The world and now she is free
Once againg.
The end.

The Irony

I like to pretend that am ok
After all they say fake it
Til you make it...
I like to pretend that i am happy
To hide the  tears and pain I carry
Every body thinks  I am joyful
Cause I sing and dance and smile
They dont know that is the way I cry.

Let Poetry Stay

Let poetry stay...one more time
Let the flowers bloom in the garden of life
Let the smile brighten my coldest days
That I may walk through the snow like a warrior
dressed in red for the war
In her kingdom of roses and love
Let a warm wind bring good news
Of better times...
Let poetry win the hearts
of those who rebels against lack
of imagination...or passion...or else!

The Apple

The Apple is  juicy
it taste like a refreshing water
but better...no wonder Eve fell for it...

Ayer

Ayer se fue con el viento
A un Lugar muy lejano
A donde no lo recuerdo...
Alla estaran mis memorias
Que quedan en el pasado
Lo enterrare en el jardin
Junto a mis penas y glorias...
Caminare en el presente
Y me olvidare de tu historia.
El fin.

La Vida

Ah! La vida
Que nos trae al mundo
Por un tunel oscuro
Y nos lanza al vacio
En un dia cualquiera
La vida que nos ve crecer
Entre dolor y tristeza
Entre alegrias y penas
La vida que nos pone amores
Que nunca prosperan
Y nos roba suenos
De triunfo y grandeza
La vida que nos trae otra vida
Y se lleva otras
Y otro dia cualquiera
Se lleva la nuestra
La vida no seria vida
Si no nos doliera!

Listen

Listen, just listen to the hours
They are trying to tell you something...

Wondering

Closing my eyes I ponder about the meaning of our lifes. Why we experience the things we experience? What secret plan of the Almighty brought us to that intersection at the right time and the right place. If everything happens for a reason, what is that reason?

A Biblical story from a rock perspective

The little rock in the middle of the road looked at the creek nearby and thought: if I could get into that creek I would be so happy! Later on she looked at the mountain at its left. She imagined  itself so happy at the very top of that mountain. But there was also a little wooded area to her right and she thought it would be nice to be at the feet of a tall and strong tree. Away from the heat and the dust and the water. One day the rock heard a commotion. A woman crying and people screaming at her. The woman was afraid. They were angry at her. They called her names. They sounded mean. Then there was this man, gentle and caring. The rock felt such love when the gentle man picked her up. He looked at the rock then extended the hand with the rock and offered it to the mean people and said to them: those of you who are free of sin go ahead, throw the first rock...there was silence after that. The mean people walked away. The crying woman was afraid no more. The man asked her: woman where is the people that were against you? She answered: they are gone. He said: they don't hold you accountable anymore and neither do I. Go, and sin no more. The woman left. Jesus put the rock back on the spot were He picked it up and walked away. The rock realized she was in the place it was meant to be. And so am I.

Wiser

Me? I am happy. Life is too short to waste it in things that are worthless. I prefer to take a deep breath and walk away, Into the woods that bring me joy. Fill my eyes with the color of the rainbow, or listen to the wind...at least the wind does not lie.

Me vale

Hoy me vale lo que pienses, lo que sientas y lo que digas. Tu tiempo llego y paso. Igual que pasa la tormenta o la oscura noche da paso al nuevo dia. Asi que si tienes algo que decir, dicelo al viento, a ver si te quiere escuchar.

My Choice

The music in me comes from my roots: Black, Indian, Cholo, spaniard, Chinese, Hispanic.Unique human being. I am the African of my antecesors, screeming for their freedom. I am the Indian of my great Grandma enslaved and pushed out of what was righfuly hers. I am the Spanierd conquester claiming its flag over the world. I am the Chinese wisdom of the misterious secretive Orient. I am the soul of the Chola mixed with all these races searching for an identity. Lost in a new world lost in the old one. Not belonging to neither. I am just skin and bones searching fot her soul. A Hispanic by definition. A citizen of theworld by accident. A human being by creation. A Harpy Eagle by choice.

Hell is Cold!

There is a voice on my head
It says that people are wrong
They say and think
That hell is hot
I say nope
Hell must be cold
Like the heart of the unkind
Or the unfaithful love
Like the ice in the mind
Of those that judge
Or plant hate...
Hell surely is as cold
As a this frigid January night...

Grateful

Some days are worse than others. Tonight is a combination: it could have been worse but, darn, it it could have been better.  No complaining here. The worse could have been really really really bad. So I take what I got with a grain of salt. And then I thank God for good friends that pitch in when needed.

El Deseo y la Espera

El deseo es una trampa mortal que te enreda en sus redes insaciables y te lleva a senderos desconocidos...
La espera es una virtud que no todos tenemos pero quisieramos.
Desearte y esperarte es una disonancia que duele en el alma....

The Best. of All

There is so much beauty around us. The blue sky and the sparkles of reds and purple...or the soft white of a cloud passing by... a misty morning...a rapid cascade in the middle of a green mountain...or the sands of the desert with its interesting unending waves...a stand alone peak or a death tree still standing proud...defying death itself...the transparent ocean, sometimes calm, sometimes wild...a dark woods  or a tall old beautiful tropical tree full of life and emerald green...can you see it? And yet there is one thing that is even more beautiful. A creation that was created with love. That is the human soul.

The Light

I saw the light at the end of the tunnel tonight. I turned back and I saw the darkness behind. It was ugly. A lonely place without hope, where false doors lead to more darkness. Then I realize the light never left me. It was within me all this time. Because it loves me. It was the light who took me by the hand and walked me through the chaos. Then I realized the meaning of the darkness. It is by diving in the pit of hell that we can appreciate the beauty of the light. The purity of true love. Then we, like the lost lamb can appreciate the warm, cozy arms of the Shepperd that rescue us
 Thank you Jesus!

The wind

I can hear the roar of the wind,
like a Lion in a desert of ice
Pacing back and forth
across the plains...
I can feel the cold
all the way in my bones
freezing every inch of my body
until it hurts...
It feels like if the Lion has gotten
a hold of me, and his sharp teeth
are cutting throughout my skin
unveiling, exposing my heart
to a frozen death.

In another Part of the World

someone is hungry, or lonely or sad...

And so on...

The woman in the mountain paused to pay attention to a foreigner. He did stop to ask for water and then he stayed...for a little while. Now he has left to battle with a phantom  in a faraway forest. The woman seats again on her mountain looking at the sky for answers. The Spring is near and flowers will grow from her hands. They will adorn her mountain and she will blend with the earth and will become one with the wind. She knows that the cycle goes on and another winter will follow.  And so on...

It is Not for me to Judge

I am not a Saint nor the perfect woman Seatting nicely at the table, perfectly trained to talk properly, behave like a lady and sound like one...
My days are hectic, running errands, working hard and trying to keep my head above the water...
I make mistakes, poor costly choices that break me in pieces and I put myself together with crazy glue( figuratively speaking) I am the best description of imperfection. Therefore, is not my place to judge, thus I forgive. 

Love

Love is like a seed that we plant in a fertil field. Then we nurture it daily. We watch it grow healthy and strong under the sun...but if we walk away and forget to water it, it will eventually die.

The Gigant

He stands in the middle. Majestic and strong. He is silent and yet he speaks so loud. He is a gigant endangered by our hands. He need us to stand up for him. He won't ask though. He is too proud to ask.

La Mentira del Sol

El sol se filtra por la ventana y perezosamente ilumina el piso. Pareciera que si sales a la puerta te va a recibir un hermoso dia de verano. Mentira. El sol es traicionero. Cuando abras la puerta vas a sentir el frio en la cara...se te van a conjelar hasta los huesos.

En Noches Como Esta

Pienso en ti. Sera que el frio tan inmenso me hace recordar tu desamor? No lo se ni lo sabre. Solo entiendo que a medida que cae la nieve the recuerdo mas y mas. En donde andaras?

The Hunter

His eyes glow in the dark. Big, yellowish expressive and curious.  One cannot see his beauty in the middle of the night. His gray fur keeps him warm and safe from the cold. He hides in the shadows of the winter night, searching for the perfect victim. Once he find it the expert hunter will then strike and kill.

And at the end

No body will remember you for how much you worried or how far you went...but for the little things that no one seems to care. For a kind word, the smile to a friend...the helping hand you lend...at the end is not the big things what counts...but the little details!

Loving this Journey

That we call life...the sun over the trees that creates interesting shapes and contrast of darkness and light...loving the rain that creates ponds here and there and mud under our feet...loving the dust in a dry summer, hiking in the woods, in a remote unknown trail in the middle of nowhere...loving skipping rocks in the river and watching the rippling effect over the water...or over the iced lake and listening to the outrageous sound that replicates an echo over and over again...


Loving the laugh of a child, the amaze on his eyes when discovering something new...the admiration he expresses for his/her parent... loving the pain that a rose inflicts on the hand that cuts it...because that red liquid reminds you that yes, you are alive, you have eyes to admire the rose, you have hands to touch it, and there is warm, red, living blood on your veins. You are a living being!

The Kite

Sometimes I feel like a Kite. Flying high on the blue infinite sky, and yet grounded by the hand that takes me wherever whenever it wants...if I could only break that tiny thread and run away, far very far...between the clouds and hide, never to be seen again...ah!...I want to...
let me break free.

Life

Is form of those little things
That make us laugh or make us cry...

The Harpy

The Harpy eagle got tired of the same landscape  day in and day out. She needed to fly away
Into the excitment of the unknown. So she flew higher and farther until she no longer could see the fields that she loved once. Up in the peak of new mountains she found her peace again.

We are

We are love walking in the world
in all shapes and colors...
and when we love we shine
and illuminate the darkness
with our light
We are meant to be kind
and caring, we are meant
to forgive and bright each others lives
but sometimes we get lost,
we start walking in the dark
and become darkness ourselves
and we forget who we are...

The star

There is a star in the sky that is only mine...
it look down at me and smiles
and says: hey girl, how was your day?
and I say, just fine!


Then she dances in the sky and shines
she is happy for me, and stays up all night
to make sure I have sweet dreams.


I love my star. She is my lucky charm!
Good night girl, sweet dreams too
don't stay up to late!

Question

Can you imagine the world without the sun? The sky without a cloud? A river without water? Can you imagine the monotony of the trees without the birds, or a garden without flowers? How sad will be to live in a world without stars to look in the darkest nights. Can you imagine your food without the spices that enhances its taste? Or a world without music, or color, forms and shapes…that is exactly how a world without love would feel like.

Imagine

Lying down on a field of yellow dandelions...surrounded by anything but green and yellow...feeling the sun over the skin, the breeze of summer moving the fields of dandelions...Imagine touching the earth, feeling the wonderful texture of the grass in your bare back...smelling the humidity of a summer day...listening to the sound of the lake and the life within it...imagine looking at the open, infinite blue sky, clean and bright with no clouds in sight. Imagine that as the day ends a red sunset paints a gorgeous sky where one by one the stars appear. Imagine that you are part of all that, and you blend with nature and become one. Then you become part of the sky and the grass, you open your wings and fly as a bird in the sky but you are also the blue sky on which the bird flies…  and you are the wolf that runs over the soft and warm earth, and the earth beneath his paws is also you... It  is beautiful, isn't? We are all connected...

Sometimes

We wonder about...what will have happen if things were different. If I have born in another place, if I have been a male an not a female, if I was tall instead of short...what if I was blonde, or red head...what if I was a flower instead of a human, or an eagle, a fox, a turtle, a fish...how will life be in another planet...or in the moon, or in a star...what determines who we become? how do we get where we are?  We are given one body, one soul, and the freedom to chose, but within that freedom we still bonded into our limitations...and we struggle within ourselves to chose what and who we are. Sometimes I wonder...

The Sunshine

Makes everything brighter and better...like the color of your eyes, when you talk so full of enthusiasm...or the mountains in the distance...the sunshine in my window reminds me of the good old days.. swimming in a river, in a sunny day, ridding a horse in the infinite field of the country side, listening to spooky stories or laughing about old folk tales and jokes...looking at the myriad of flowers at the county fair, listening to the music...the sunshine sneaks into my brain and brings those memories today.

The Impostor

There was upon a time an impostor that loved to mislead and to lie. Drama was his first name. Charlatan was his middle name. Deception was his last name.  He lied so much that he started believing his own lies. And so he went through life. Lying here and lying there. He wasn't a bad guy...he just could not tell the truth even once. One day he came across another liar, her first name was Traitor and her last name was Manipulation.  They admire each others ability to lye that they thought they have fallen in love for each other. But how can they believe that is true when they both lye all the time?

The Test

It is in our darkest hours when we are tested. Can we close our eyes and ignore the storm. Can we breath calm while the wind blows and the waves shakes the small boat in the inmensity of the ocean? Can we hang up to our faith and our trust? And if we hear His voice calling us to walk on the stormy waters...can we step out and walk?

Who I am not

And then I look at that mirror and I see who I am not. I am not a slave nor a princess. Life has not been easy and I fight to survive. I am not an object of pleasure nor an ornament in someone's table. I am not graceful nor sweet, although Sometimes I could be. I am not elegant nor fancy, no skinny and not talI, and definitively I am not rich but if I see someone in more need than I have, then I give from my nothingness. I am not the idiot you think, if you fooled me is because I choosed to be fooled. Love does things like that. I am not perfect, no one is, but I strive to be better...I am not wise but I hope to be...someday when I grow up...

You are, I am

Oh woman you look at the mirror and wonder: who are you?
You are the tenderness that embraces life...you are the strenght of the storm...the quietness at night!
Oh woman, who am I? I am the boat in the ocean, trying to survive...I am the wind that comes by and pass...I am an Eagle that fly high and a quiet flower in somebody"s hands...I am she who loves for the sake of love and give without ask...I am fruitful and empty, I am peace and I am war. I am the fire of hell and the coldness of ice. I am so much and so little. The moon in the darkness of life, the sun warming and bright...an incredible river of dreams, a never ending cascade of energy, the golden nugget, the black coal...the good and the bad...that I am.

The Carnival

The drums are calling my hips to dance. The carnival is near, the excitement builds up...my blood gets the call...the black in my veins dances with joy...dance woman dance...let the music chase sadness away...dance woman dance...drown the sadness in a river of sensual rythms, let the drums take over and replace the unworthy pain...dance woman dance...let behind the fool and the nonsense...let the carnival take over and throw your concerns away with the confetti and the noise. Dance woman, move your hips...let your soul lead...close your eyes and fly away...to another time and another place. Be happy and be well. Let the rythm take over. Let the drums set the pace. Don't think. Don't talk. Don't feel. Just dance!

The Spring is Near

The time is near
When the trees are green again
The birds will comeback to the garden
The flowers will grow and the butterflies will return for their nectar...
Winter will be gone and life will be back to all...
Same with my heart. I will leave father winter behind and never look back. I will dance in joy and let life go on. I will be free of the darkness and like the phoenix bird I will reinvent myself from the ashes.

Wish

Sometimes don't you wish you could go back on time an undo the knots in your life? To have a second chance and do over your life.  I wish I could go back when I looked at your honey color eyes and saw your smile for the first time. I wish I could hold to that smile for an eternity. I should not have walked away. I should not have had let go off your hand.  I should not have dissapeared never to return. Because when I think about you I know you are it. I wish you well wherever you may be. Peace with you. Happiness in your heart. Contentment in your soul. Success in your life. Health and specially love. All may be well with you.

Good Morning Sunshine!

Is another day and we are alive!
You at your end and me in mine.
Each one fighting to win the fight
Working, loving, hoping, mourning...feeling lost in this world of unkinds. Nothing matters, really. Just to be alive. To get out of bed, stretch out and seat out in the garden. Take a deep breath and say: good morning sunshine. Thank you for another day!

The intuition

I know. Somehow I do. I don't know what and I don't know when, but I know. Is this a blessing or is this a curse? I don't know for sure. I just know that I know.  And I don't want to know.
Have you ever have that strange feeling that anything that you think, or perceive becomes reality?  A Deja vue feeling that does not go away?....

Encuentro

Bueno, que te cuento? Ayer me encontre con la vida. Hacia mucho tiempo que no sabia de ella y de pronto se me aparecio en la puerta. Como siempre altanera, lista para golpearme en la cara y dejarme con un ojo morado. La agarre por los pelos y le dije que ya basta. Que estoy harta de sus necedades. Se quedo callada y me dejo tranquila. Pero volvera, siempre regresa con el dolor y la pena. Ella es asi. Es la vida.

The Darkness

Sometimes we are atracted to the darkness, like a firefly dancing over a bonefire...sometimes we are afraid of darkness, like a little child...because we fear what we don't know. Sometimes we are attracted and fearful at the sametime. Is then when we are more terrified and fascinated of our own darkness. We dance  in front of the bonefire and we face then a decision: to pull away from the danger or continue in the hypnotic game and fall victim of our own desires.

My Muse

There was upon a time a muse so tall and hansome, so sweet and loving...and yet he stole my inspiration. The river that once was rich in ideas, became as dry as the desert. For years I walked in that desert, the absentism of poetry and art was more painful than the lack of love itself.

Then I met another muse, in a lonely night, in the middle of nowhere. Not as handsome. Not as loving, not as caring. Just as tall, selfish and unkind. In a wierd magical way, this second muse has returned the water to the fountain. Now a never ending cascade of words and ideas are pouring out from my mind to the paper, despite or perhaps because of the pain.

The Ants

Have you ever observe the ants? They work day in and day out. Never stop, they walk up and down in the wall, nothing stop them...unnless you smack them out of the countertop. Then they shake themselves and start climbing again...persistent little pesks!

Crazy

Every Don Quijote has his Dulcinea. Being crazy does not exhonarates you from Being loved. But the question remains: who is crazier, the crazy ones or those who love them?