The Rain

The rain is life...drops of clear water that cleanse the world. It is the quenching liquid that satisfy the thirsty earth and rinses away the sins...

Today I am free.
The sun and the moon
Belong to me.
The grass beneath my feet
The air I breath
The sound I hear
The light I see
Are all mine.
And I live. I feel. I am alive.
That is what matters.
And I love you. Or do I?

The Devil in disguise

We met randomly
In the darkness of the night
Like the evil meets the soul
Surprisingly quiet
Unnoticed
Silently
The type that makes
Most damage
And it sneaks on your mind
Unexpected
Unwanted...
And all of a sudden
It is there.

DEAR SON

21 is the age of the illusion

When we think we can conquest the world

And our dreams seem to be

within our hands reach

This is the age of the “I know it all”

And “I don’t care what you think”

“I will build my own experiences”

and “I will prove you wrong”

21 is the age of the experiments

The testing of your wings

The time for flying away from the nest

Leaping from branch to branch,

And taking risk of a big fall.

Is a searching time for the soul

To find who you truly are.

But no matter what son,

 remember that love is the real power

that moves the world.

MY MOTHER HANDS

They are weak and wrinkle now,

but once they were strong and soft,

They ran over my hair emulating the comb,

and tightened my hair in a fast pony tail

those hands that are deformed and in pain

cooked hundreds of meals, washed tons of dishes,

packed lunches; washed, folded and ironed clothes,

paid bills; her hands touched so many lives

My mother’s hand are the hands of a woman

 that put herself at the bottom

and everyone else needs

the top of her list    My mother’s hands
are the hands of selfless love.

I Care for You

In a world fill with noise,

surrounded by clouds of darkness and pollution,

where people often live in a “Mary-go-round” lifestyle,

and a “have to have it now” attitude,

it is important to stop for a while

to smell the flowers, and watch the birds,

the bees, and the stars…and to care for those

we love, to share a hug, to write a note,

or send a card, to let others know

how much we care for them.

MY DEAR FRIEND

...and if then, you faint and die one day
not knowing what did hit you,
let's hope that you have live a life of love,
that every life that you touched
says a prayer for your soul,
that every sin may have been forgiven
by the One and Only God
that everyone speak
a kind word about you
that every mind remembers
 a warm memory of you

 that  every heart feels the joy
and bitter-sweetness
of knowing that they
were honored and privileged
to call you a friend.
Thank you for a life well lived!