Sweet honey

Spring is finally arrived and the best 
maple sirop is around also in all shapes and
color, just like our little friend here with a huge
smile because the season is going just as he
loves it.

Native home

Returning to ones' root
is crucial in the life
of those who had to leave
their birth country.
The sun is the same,
the sky too, mountains are high
but eventually they meet. 
The moon makes a trip
every twenty four hours.
This is to remind me, you, us
that distance does not exists
if we have the love for the earth
that heard our first cries,
our first laughs or our first
bad luck.  Oh how I miss the smells,
the noise even the calamities of that
small town or borough where I first
opened my eyes and knowing that
I might not see or feel again the air
of my native home, I cry the silent
tears just like the old warriors did
a long time ago....

3 earth shakes in a few days....

A view of the world can be so depressing...
Just late mid morning today we heard on
tv and radio about the earth rumbling from
one end of our planet to the other. 
Some countries are hit frequently, others
after a few years but the results are the
same.  Death and destruction are countless,
other countries are watching and praying that
their turn will not come.  But no one is really
saying oh those people must have done
something terribly wrong to get that faith.
People WE are killing those who do not
wake up, those who can't defend themselves
from these calamities and still we are only
good to watch, shed a tear and keep going on.
                                                                                         

A child's painting

In a corner of an enchanted park
grew a tree, but not any tree.
Millenium was his name. It was high
and strong, roots bulging from
the earth belly. Surrounded by
more gorgeous and luminous trees
he felt strange to be the only spice
there amongst all the others.
Then one day a very special child
misunderstood by it's peers
came and sat under the tree with
huge tears rolling down his baby
face. "Why are you crying said the
strange tree..." no one wants to play
with me because I'm not normal,
I don't look in people eyes, I don't
talk if I can help it, I go myself and
I look a little strange.
The tree said: My little friend look at
me, am I more beautiful than the others
here? No you are not, but you are a
tree and I'm just a little child.
The tree whispering gently said,
Do not be in a rush to look like everyone
else, but be yourself and like you just did
by coming to confide in me, than one day
you too will be able to listen to another
little boy who need a helping shoulder to
lean on and have a good cry to finally
get up and head held high will finally
accept that he is not just the average
child around.....

A book

A book is a treasure in itself.

Containing big words, small words

Happy words and at times sad words,

but there's always a story behind each

page, each crease, every single nuances

to captivate the attention of a reader.

The feeling of touching paper,

the smell emanating from each opening of

covers is something that only a certain

category of people will every know.

Save the books, respect them as much as

possible they are the treasure of your life

and a conduct to follow....

Modern beast

There is a beast in me...
no one has managed to tame me.
I'm from the wild life
I would die if ever I loose
the beast in me.
Do not feel sorrow for me
I was born and I will die like this
People have tried but I scare them
away I don't relish loosing my
freedom even at the cost of my
life.......

Little angel

An angel passed by me,
not wanting to be seen it left
me it's mark.
I am sorry to have missed it
I wanted so much to have a long chat
about it's future and mine.
The angel's mark on my frosty
window was delicate and full of angel hair
design.  There is no master painters
to equal it's work to my little friend the angel.
So many colors, so many shades that my
eyes could not reproduce.  I hope to see
my little angel again soon so I can say
THANK YOU little one and please do not be
shy to come back anytime...

Today,tomorrow and forever

"Today, Tomorrow And Forever"

I give, give you my heart
Today, tomorrow and forever
You'll always be my love

I vow we'll never part
Today, tomorrow and forever
Long as there's stars above

The cares of life will fade away
As long as we're together
So stay, stay in my arms
Today, tomorrow and forever
You'll always be my love

I give, give you my heart
Today, tomorrow and forever
You'll always be my love

The cares of life will fade away
As long as we're together
So stay, stay in my arms
Today, tomorrow and forever
You'll always be my love
You'll always be my love 

 

(Lyrics of one of Elvis Presley songs,

that I had to combine with the above photo

for it's shear beauty and feelings).

 

NB: I do not know the author of this photo

but should anyone know who it belongs,

please leave me a message and I will give

full honors to it's owner.  Thank you.

Knots

Knots are nothing material
but for sure they are physical,
it twists and turns your inside,
at times with reasons other
time just because we do not
take care of yourselves.
Knots are not only for marines
but rather for the normal
guy and gal on our daily
lives.  They cause pains,
anxiety and tremendous
burning that we prefer to
let them burn by themselves.
I just wish someone from
around the world could tell
me the true meaning of
"Knots"....