Friday, April 28, 2017

Eternal love or hate...

Love is ageless,
keeping humans forever young,
humans are the faceless lovers,
fearing demonstrations of their
1001 good & less good qualities.
Love is grant when meaning it.
Love can turn ugly if abused
by scrupulous humans. 
Love started with the first humans
to appear on this  planet that is
called our homes, but who knows
if there are other humans who
respect Love more than we do....

Monday, April 24, 2017

If I could....

If I could have been in that plane going maybe to
the moon, I would have been jumping of joy.
Am I not happy here on earth...
No I'm happy, but my sense of adventure
is starting to acting up on me, I would love to be
weightless and frolic around in space.
Wave to the nearest star and maybe just ask
to be my guide in space.
It must be phenomenal and sad to look down at earth
and tell humans that we are destroying our own
planet & that of future generations to come. 
But I'm not an astronaut to follow his dream,
I'm just instead allowed to dream,
since it's free and only mine.
Long live our most secret dreams,
do not be afraid to dream.....

Friday, April 21, 2017

Good maners - what is that?

Good evening, good morning,
good day, good night,
words that really
have no meaning in our times.
One will wonder if humanity
has a tongue, a mouth,
a voice, a vocabulary
diversified as we used to know it.
I for one am for learning new
methods of communications,
but still love the older ones
that I grew up with.  Today we
hear this is bad for your health,
that is bad for human development,
or just the shear stupidity of
99% of humans who do not know
how to use their brains.
We see members of all ages with
headphones not listening to the
outside world.  We see people of all
ages with their fingers going at 100
miles per hour on a little tiny phone,
but who do not see when a bus stops
in front of them.  We see bicycles
going at full speed with no notion that
a red light is on,  or a jogger who could
easily run over a pedestrian just so he
does not need to make a small detour.
People letting their pooch use the public
park as a toilet or even better they pick up
after their animals and just put it on the
sidewalk thinking that the city cleaners are
just behind them ....
Respect is a word that aliens use but not
The stone age might be what is needed to
bring humans to just 'THINK & INVENT'.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017


"Inspired by my friend,
that let me look at him
without commenting my
secret taughts,
I salute you for listening 
to my silent moments,
at times without a sense to it,
but you just agreed or disagreed
without too much insistence. 
I wanted to scream and  laugh at
nothing, kick a bench or a lamp post,
keeping my hands and head ready
to put up a fight, but you realized
that I needed time to spent with you
here on these heartless planks
leading to invisible dark steps
where there was no passage to
turn back to reality...".

Friday, March 31, 2017

Cabin fever crying help.

Fever, winter fever is so long to pass.
Working people
don't see the danger of the "fever".
Not so old people, limited
by life in general, the Fever is a
black monster. One turns around
and around all day long, not knowing
what goes on in the outside world.
You only see black and white,
the chill goes through your bones,
your eyes stop staring out the window
and the telephone stays silent.
The Fever monster is with you
hours after hours, it got you so
embedded in it's web, that you do
not dare call for help.
Try not to fight it and you can loose
your life, calling out for help and they
judge you as insane, go out and
you are not sure if you will come
back to your cage.  Some have a
golden cage, others see small creatures
roaming around, ready to jump on you,
but still you do not dare to cry for help.
You are there and the "Fever" won't let
you react, until you give up and just
don't fight it anymore.

NB: If you know people who have the
cabin Feaver, just help them anyway
you can.
The cabin Feaver is a real killer. 

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Fake or reality.

When is reality real
or is it all fake...
I have seen something
resembling this on a wall
in the city, but artist did
not want it photographed
claiming it was not fully
finished, so I made my own
compo with a flower and
birds going to pick at the
flower.  Where the birds
could be a smoke hiding another
message or is it only my
distorted reality of something
that I believe I have seen........

Let's wait for .....

Life is a game of waiting.
We wait not knowing for what.
Enjoyment is at our hands,
tears flow by themselves,
laughter indication of love,
friendship or hatred.
In waiting in traffic sends us
on tilts or a chance to reflect
on being the instrument of
destruction of our planet.
But then a baboon passes in
front of us and we rage, rage
and more rage.
Maybe it's time we do like
these crows all in their position
waiting for the night to come and
calm down before going away
in a unknown land....

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

March 8th

Dear friends around the world
March 8th (International woman's day)
is our day and don't let anyone
tell you otherwise.
Be honest, fair and respectful of the
world, but also be YOURSELF.


Sunday, February 26, 2017


You adored me,
loved me,
caressed me,
sang praises in public....
but you never respected me,
you tried to break me,
words are sharper than blades,
just you lifting your hands,
made me cringe of fear.
One day I exploded and ran
for help before you could
completely finish to break my
body and mind.

NB: I remember a young lady
being abused at the hands of her
so called infatuated lover.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Today's taughts

I found a way not to become old.
It's to accept the years as they come
and with a smile.
A smile, it's always being young.

Author of these words is:
Humorist Pierre Dac

Monday, February 13, 2017

"Sto Perigiali"

This greek poem was composed in 1931,
 refers to a small shore and cove in Konnos,
Cyprus.  If you dare click on the link below.

Sto Perigiali

On the hidden shore
white as a dove
we got thirsty at midday;
but the water salt.
On the golden sand,
we wrote her name;
How lovely the wind blew
and the writing was wiped out.
With what heart, what spirit,
what desires and passion
we took on our life. Wrong!
and we changed it.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

For music lovers

In 1996,  I was in southern of Italy  for visiting
and vacationing with some local friends.
We stopped in the village of  Cellino San Marco.
Our friends invited us to go out for a meal at the
hacienda of Mr.Albano & Romina Power.
Mrs.Romina Power was a splendid host and with
a smile talked to me in English not to make me feel
uncomfortable with my Italian.  If there is paradise
then it must be in that part of Italy.  Unfortunately
right after the disappearance of their daughter (never
found alive or death) they broke up, she went her way
looking and searching for her daughter and in the end
not only did she loose her daughter but also her husband
Albano whom she divorced.  A few years later he remarried
and has two children with the other companion.  But deep
down the flame that burns in his heart is Romina.
Now they started to sing again on some occasions
and the emotions are for the world to see and feel.
But in his heart the love is there and he sings it in
this song that I invite you to go and listen. 
His voice is a little unstable due to open
heart surgery not long ago.  Will they ever go back together
I do not believe so.  Too many events (mostly sad ones)
will make it that they will only be together again when
both are gone....

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Not on me....

The sense of humor of some people is just fantastic.
My area is populated by more dogs than people, 
no problem here for me.  What I object to is the lack
of respect from the owners of these pooches.  They
want pets (OK by me) but when these little friends 
need the potty why bring them in public parks or my
front yard.  You can easily make a portable doggy
potty and use it whenever the needs arise. I object
to pick up your pet's sh..... or the plastic bag that you
use to dispose of his poop and then put it on my
front yard, or just launched it in the public parks,
what about my right to walk on pristine snow and not
to worry about your excrement, so with a little angel
and a  not doggy poops, hope you will get the message
otherwise I will take drastic actions to report you to the
dog police (which is me) and then we will see who will
have the last laughs.                              

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Flip - flops of nature

This friend was jumping and flipping up and down
from the cold temperature but mostly due to
a bright sunshine day after seeing 6 gray winter days...

Hurrrraaaaaa for nature and those who built this

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Our globe....

Our globe is so mixed up that it doesn't
care if it lives or dies.
WE, the ones who should be the custodians,
are neglecting our duties.
There is no more normalcy in the weather,
the seasons are non existent and we just
ignore the messages received on a daily basis.
Earthquake, floods, tornadoes, drought, snow
storms, ice storms and many more. 
What are we leaving as a legacy to the future
generations? or will there be future generations
when no one cares anymore.

Monday, January 23, 2017

Let's talk

Even the darkness invading my spirit
is impotent to stop my cries for a brighter day.
I hear the wind calling me,
imploring me to follow him behind the horizon
of haze that keeps chocking me and robbing me
of my life.
My eyes, not so alert like those of the hawks
that flies overhead wanting to show me the
way out of the haze.  I feel shivers run through
my body, but my feet are hot like red coals not
wanting to run anymore.
my face is white or could it be red at some point,
but maybe it could be black also during the
pitch darkness of the night wanting a true me to
come out.
I stand there and slowly, so slowly just start to sway
hoping maybe that my bad dream has ended with the rise
of the new day and the help that is extended to me ....

NB: this month is the month of
"Let's talk... do not be frightened to ask for help".

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Call for help

I'm silently sitting here wandering why I do not feel
sorry for myself or anyone else in this world.
My mind is just floating around and around to no
avail in finding a place where I could certainly
go and do something worthwhile.
Do I hear little hammers in my head?
how can anyone live day in day out with such a
noise, is inconceivable to me.
Is there a way to stop that drumming without
playing around with one's sanity.
I read about it,
I listen about it.
I argue about it.
I run away from it.
Until I stop and it reaches me again,
almost mad at me for running away from it.
This is well hidden to the eyes of the world,
no one really believes me when I act strange
or stop acting altogether.
Society is a funny group of animals ready to
pounce on you if you are not like them.
I have an ordinary life on certain days and
atrocious days when I can't manage my brain.
I found solace in a tiny bird who settled
his nest right under my window, every day
I look at his struggles for survival against
predators like squirrels, bigger birds, the
lonely wandering cat, the dog that keeps
running and then backs away, and all this is
for his offspring who can't even fly yet.
He's very courageous in protecting his
environment and is always on guard even
against me who keep spying on his everyday
life. So know I learned that if I want to stop
the drumming, I have to stand up and stop
the drummer from beating those drums -
that drummer is ME and only me can come
out of it and with the help of the next bird family
that will come and live in the empty nest at
the bottom of my window.

NB: I tried to put myself in the head of a person
who might or might not admit that they have
a mental condition, so if this can help in anyway
I'm happy for the person, plus just ask for help.   

One after another

Is it possible that the earth keeps on
shaking always at the same place!
For one who has experienced an
extremely mild tremor, I do not know
what it feels like to see everything
crumbling around you.
If you are young and in decent health
you can always run to try to shelter
yourself.  If my memory is right, we
(children) were told to hide under a
table, a door frame, or just get the hell
out as fast as you are able to do it.
But in life not everyone can run, crawl
or even protect themselves from the
wrath of nature. When it hits, you
tend to loose your balance, panic
settle in you and as such you loose
all the control and knowledge that was
instilled in you.  I do not wish these
types of experiences on anyone, but
then life is not always what we would
like to be....
I do not know how to pray anymore,
but maybe if I could, I would go and
offer my help in any type or manner
possible.  To give money - is to throw
it to the wind, better give it to the
people themselves who know exactly
what help they need.  I have seen cases
where crates of clothes, food & water
opened by those who had to transport
it to these people, took out what they
wanted, re-closed the crates and send it
out without those goods.
No way, because had there been a "spirit,
lord, or whatever you want to call it"
he/it would have not permitted such a
breakdown of human love for one's
brother, sister or family.......

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Blank of memory

Is it possible to be able to write in one
language on not another ....

At times one word will escalate into a
myriad of phrases and your mind works
overtime.  Then there is times when you
keep looking at the empty white sheet or
in this case screen and wandering what
is going on.
A look, a taught, a sound will trigger such
a great passion in a person that it might be
just as well that nothing is coming to me.
I have started to be an hermite and fear the
cold, the snow, the slush, the icy patch
that can send me on the ground and land in
a dirty, infected emergency room, where one
goes in and don't know if you will come out
safe and sound from the mega attacks of
So please bear with me for a while and maybe
in the near feature my brain will start a new
gear of adventures and love stories.
Thank you.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Another hug

If tears could build a stairway,
and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven
And bring you back
I have tried many times to no
avail. Maybe it's me who
can't find a stairway in my
present confusion...
I did find a friend of snow
waiting for me to hug him
before he melted away.
My hug was warm but his
body was cold, so the sky
decided to separate us once
again.  A fine rain fell,
I had to leave you friend,
as I turned my body around
to wave you one last time,
you had already gone to your world.
OK I have quite a bit of time
to make you up again for just
another hug to you......

shhhhhh. just listen