Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Past and future...

When I was young
the world was all mine,
Now that I'm a little older
the world belongs to my past.
Will I live to see the changes
exposed to me by younger
people, I hope so, but only
if I am well enough to give an
opinion, I know that no one will
consider it, but then I have done
the most I can to better this world
of ours.....

Monday, August 14, 2017

Adventurous

Am I adventurous?
maybe and then maybe not,
I love to play and look,
walk and run,
talk and keep silent.
Bold colors are my friends,
I'm against conventionality
when trying new ideas,
but then not everyone understands
what I'm trying to show the world.
Am I pretentious,
maybe or
maybe not,
I don't pretend to reach a high
standard but then I do not mind
critiques that are worthwhile
because I love to try something new...
Were do you (reader) stand on this view?

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Ending escapade

Hi everyone, hope that you read what I wrote
of our weekend escapade.
We did enjoy our lovely escapade very much,
we had a ball at a local park, rented a four seater
bici contortion that was semi functional from
pedalling and the rest was electrical, but guess
my grandaughter who just got her driving license
insisted on being in charge of the driving.
OK all on board and we started to follow a
specific route, but not being used to it, we kept
going from one side to the other of the path,
honking to walkers, other bici riders who
noticed that we were just a crazy gang of teenagers
and mom and grandma having fun & did not
know the rules of circulation....
at one point we had to push it up hill, we had
to turn it around because we were heading straight
to a darn fountain, we took a downhill road to
arrive at a dead end and guess what we were
chased by the security guards on their own bici,
they taught we were either on drugs or we were
jolly from drinking.  They stopped us and we
said "Sir do you need to see our drivers license,
and just broke in a laugh, to the dismay of the
poor guards, they just said "no" and told us that
our time was up & had to bring the bici back...".
That was our best time of the escapade,  so back
to hotel, change and just took off for more
adventures with food, castles, roads & bridges,
fountains & more fountains, but still not many
people who spoke roman.  We did meet a nice
and very pleasant maitre D at a restaurant who
was so polite, spoke well Italian, enticed us to
stop and have a meal at the restaurant were he
worked and spent quite a bit of time eyeing my
two grandaughters.  He was funny, a bit clowny,
and a fine gentleman who offered us a great smile,
a rose to all four of us and a BIG FAT BILL.
Oh well it was really worth it, so I did not mind
paying the bill.
Last but not least, we ordered a taxi for the Sunday
morning ride to the airport, to our shock and
apprehension,  the ride was going to cost us
60 Eu. (remember we paid 45 Eu. for the same ride).
but on Sunday it cost 15 Eu. more.....
The driver was an excellent driver who could have
easily beaten any formula A1, running through the
street of Rome and the highway like a formula 1 race
car & we had told him that we had lots of time because
our flight was late in the afternoon.  When he left us
he looked at our faces (white from the fear of the drive)
and brought the fare down by 10 Eu.
YOU GUESSED IT, OUR TAXI DRIVER WAS
SPEAKING ITALIAN JUST AS FAST AS HE
DROVE US.  Did not understand much anyway.

They say "Home sweet Home" now I know how true it
is.... Well at least until our next Escapade - but we still have to
decide where we are going (maybe Alaska or Greece and the opas
dance).

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Escapade - 3rd round

"I'm back for more of our flash visit to the
eternal city"

"Well to my surprise the ride from airport to hotel
was a mere 43 Euro.  I did not ask the distance or
if it was a fixed price.  So being tourists we gave him
a tip, thanked us & said it was not necessary....
Our jaws dropped to the ground when we heard that
when does someone almost refused a tip?
but he took it, thanked us and speed away.
We checked in, took hold of our room and right
away took off to explore part of the old city.
We walked up hills, down hills, stairs so used
that had we not wore our walking shoes, many
times we would have slid down those stairs.
A statue here, a statue there, a fountain with
lots of water or a fountain that was dry, we saw
so many that now it's a headache to find their
names.  We stopped for a bite in a restaurant cafe,
and started again our walks.  But at 10:00 p.m.
we had it, our feet did not want to take one more pace
so slowly we headed back to the hotel, were after
a quick wash, we asked to be served a light meal
of the terrace at the fresh air with a view of the
city under a starry night.
Next day bright and early for the granddaughter
point of view, a quick breakfast and out  exploring
the main attractions, we have never seen so many
soldiers armed to the teeth on corners street.
But I have to admit they were very handy to ask
directions  when we needed directions to a
specific place that we wanted to go and see.
We traveled by op on - op off, and we did
enjoy it.  We dined and eat at little restaurants,
big restaurants, trattorias and I stopped counting
the bottles of frozen water we bought and drank.
We met people from Australia, Japan, China,
Africa, Sweden, South America, but believe it or
not we did not meet any European other than a few
Italians from the north.  Have I met a Roman,
I do not believe so.... I'm wandering were they were!

That's it for this session, so see you all for the last
session of this adventure very soon.





Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Escapade - 2nd round

Hello my friends if you think that the
traffic is bad in your city, then think again.
Within the few minutes of our arrival, I wanted
to feel the experience of  the smells and sounds
of my previous return to my homeland.
Nothing had really changed, the language
was new to my hears (now everyone speaks
the real italian and not the different dialects),
the sounds of banging, babies crying their heads off,
old people with fear in their eyes, youngsters flabbergasted
by throngs of people going, coming, sitting,
just standing & trying to make some sense of
the madness.  I was told from my young age
to watch my purse and luggage, but I had also
my camera around the neck, sunglasses were a
little to dark and I couldn't see a darn thing,
since I forgot to put on my contact lenses.
Boy this escapade was really going to be like
a challenge to my good senses.
Then what a great music to me heart on the
intercom came this strange voice:
"La Famiglia M.... si presenta al sportello
della sua compagnia aerea..." Now what,
did someone die back home, did we forget
something in the plane, did we loose our wallet
filled with nothing more than green papers in
shape of money!!!
No such thing, it was our taxi driver who was
in a rush to bring us to the hotel so he could
go and have is afternoon nap in one of the thousands
alleys of the city.
He was fairly young, well educated, offering us to
either open our windows for fresh air or he could
put the A/C.  We all had a great smile and we all
answered in unison A/C.  OK OK no comments,
the A/C is very weak but eiiiiii better than having
to open our windows and die of fumes,heat or
curses from other taxi because we did not take them.

That's it for today, until next chapter which will be
very soon.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Escapade start point

Last minute decision,
OK first it's the appointment for an hairdo,
a mad rush inside a closet to fill up a
carry on luggage, so plan carefully,
otherwise you risk to put in high heals instead
of running shoes.
Don't forget we were 4 women on this escapade.
So at least 2 clothing changes a day,
should we bring umbrella in case of rain,
no bathing suit that was for sure (no time) to
go to the beach.
Tickets, money, passports, make sure for
the local taxi not to be stuck in traffic to airport
as if WE had a say in that...
Sure enough we forgot photo camera & cell phones.
So less than halfway to airport, taxi made a U-turn
ran like crazy, got our gears and just made it
with 30 minutes to spare.
BUT, yes there is a BUT,
we had standby tickets!
will there be enough places for the 4 of us,
no one cared to sit all together as long as we were
all on the same plane.
No luck ... flight was full,
ran to another airline and fantastic luck
there were 4 places but not for Rome, but instead
to Frankfurt with a possible connection to Rome.
OK we had 2 hours to wait, so just enough time
to find a seat and organize to advice hotel, shuttle
for our late arrival.
Embarked and the youngsters fell asleep all the way
to Frankfurt.  But granny kept playing games and
could not close my eyes, but managed to relax a little.

OK that's it for this first chapter.
TO BE CONTINUED......
 

Saturday, July 8, 2017

An escapade

You will say
"An escapade..."
sure why not!
Like the youngsters,
I have a light foot,
loving to fly around the world
when possible and say
"Hello and goodbye".
Yes you might have guessed it,
my escapade of four and half days
including the flying time was to
the beautiful Rome, Italy.
Well at least the part that was
planned in my escape.
Visited the gorgeous villa Borghese,
all the other tourists piazzas, churches
& stairs, cathedrals and St-Peter,
the Colosseum to the castle San Angelo
and all their surroundings strade and
stradelle.  I was assaulted by authentics
flavours and perfumes from big cafes,
small trattorias or just the around the corner
eat and go.

>End of first Chapter<

Like our friend here, he who is
patient will accomplish something
so please be patient in continuing to
read me. 
Thank you 

Friday, June 23, 2017

Writing

When your mind blocks
desperation takes over.
Stop & think for words
that you know.
Never force your soul to
invent words who won't
help you.
Let your heart guide your
fingers until they hurt.
Be free and follow the wild eagle
in a sky made for him.
Eventually the exhaustion of
searching will just fade and
words will be friends.
Clouds dissipate the web you
created and will show you the
clearness needed to put words
together....

Lonely flower

I'm a lonely flower,
once a super beauty,
now I don't recognize myself,
others look at me with sympathy
or disgusts on their faces.
What am I doing here
that people don't appreciate me.
So everyday brings new pains
or joy depending on your state of
mind and what or whom surrounds me ....

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Gift from nature

"Just sit down and listen
to the windy music, 
let the sun caress your body,
the stars perform their best
glowing show in the dark skies,
let the cicadas serenade your ears,
the faraway wolves haul to the palid
lady moon in the mountains.  
In return the only
favor they ask you is 
not spoil the beauty so freely
given to YOU..." 
that's what nature asks of you.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Feelings.

I feel like yelling,
but no sound comes out,
I feel like looking around me,
but I see only blackness.
Maybe if I come home to sing
men accomplishments when I
don't sing or hear music anymore
situations would change.
What have we done to ourselves,
I would not know where to start
I only see desolation, sickness,
greed and no love for mankind,
nature or animals, but I do see selfishness.
So I will stay where I am in the
darkness of the night and let the
moon play around me until I
tire and  go to sleep with the stars
hoping that tomorrow will bring
changes so much needed to live a
long life........                   

Thursday, June 8, 2017

To humans

"Humans should go back to their roots,
appreciate the gift of life given them 
to share on this world.
Once we find the road to eternity
let it be smooth or rough,
there is no coming back to remedy it...."

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Stop & think

There is no window huge or small
to constraint nature from blooming.
Likewise humans need a little sense
to bloom or will become a doomsday.
If only humans would stop and think
the world would be a great place to be.
I would not fear of chocking from corrupt
air nor would I freeze to death.
Drought would only be in our dreams
and  fishes would enjoy the oceans and
not land up in my street.
Floods are killing people, fires are
devouring our forests and people,
air is choking and still we do not care
on how we live or who we kill......                                                                

Saturday, June 3, 2017

High water still

A little more than a month ago
high water hit our region,
devastation, displacement of families,
lost homes and effects were nothing
compared to the impotence of man
towards mother nature.
Design of our new worlds or just going
back to periods when our planet was
healthy!
The sequences are still visible today,
trees that should have enjoyed a great spring
are still partially underwater, birds can't seem
to get used to this new environment.
As for me, I just sit where there's a piece of
dry spot and imagine what will the future
reserve for the next generations....

Monday, May 29, 2017

Hineni, hineni

PS: At times words (good or bad) 

make a difference in one's life.

  Click link bellow....

If you believe in yourself

Leonard Cohen Lyrics

"You Want It Darker"

If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game
If you are the healer, it means I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame

Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the help that never came
You want it darker

Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord

There's a lover in the story
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame

They're lining up the prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle class and tame
I didn't know I had permission to murder and to maim
You want it darker

Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord

Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the love that never came
You want it darker
We kill the flame

If you are the dealer, let me out of the game
If you are the healer, I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory, mine must be the shame
You want it darker

Hineni, hineni
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord

Hineni
Hineni, hineni
Hineni

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

My friend

YOU, moon my friend and confident
 come back tomorrow 
to keep me company, 
I will need you like the 
sky needs the sun 
& the stars needs the moon.
I'm lonely, sadness has taken
place in me without my
consent, I forgot what 
beauty of the heart is until
I remembered my luminous
friend there waiting for me
without judgement of my
falls or state of mind..... 


Monday, May 22, 2017

A thousand kisses deep.

Come & listen


If you click on the image it will link you to this marvelous
song....


The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it’s done –
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it’s real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet –
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won’t exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat . . .

PS: I don't really know why this song by
Leonard Cohen came to my mind,
maybe because I passed in front
of the house on Marianne Street.....

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
humans....
The stone age might be what is needed to
bring humans to just 'THINK & INVENT'.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Friend


"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

Breaking

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
beauty.

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.
YOU TELL ME THAT THIS IS RIGHT.
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
bugs....
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
HOME AGAIN.
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......