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!