A thousand kisses deep.

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.....

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....

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.....

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'.

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...".

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. 

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....

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. 

 

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.

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

"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.

For music lovers

di rose e di spine

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....

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.                              

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.

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.

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".

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.......

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.

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......

What a Santa this year....

Hi Friends I had the best visit from Santa this year.
I got my desktop pc back, boy did I miss it!
But my greatest gift came from an e-mail that
I received on the 25th from a friend that I had not
heard in the past year.  I did not want to disturb
due to some serious problems this person had.
So you can just imagined my joy when I managed
to finally set up my pc and open the e-mails.

 

I felt like an happy scrooge (since I did not

contact the person for the year) but what a joy....

Now I want to thank all the e-mails I received

with suggestions, ideas, good wishes for my

old friend desktop computer recovery.  I guess

now that we changed a few (50%) of it's components

and put in my windows 10, I should be OK for 

quite a while.

Thanks also to the people who come and read or

just look at what I try to write down just as it

comes out of my head with no retouching. 

Thank you FRIENDS for supporting me and at

times my unorthodox writing.   

BUT THAT'S ME...

THANKS, 

THANKS, 

THANKS.

Like a fool

There is no fool like the old fool.
From the look of my pc (very old)
but well kept, I found that I need
to scrap it.
I taught I was very smart and immune
to the world, but little did I know that
I would become part of the statics
myself,
YES my computer has died of old age
and now I need to runaround in the
madness of the holidays to rebuild my
computer from scratch.
So this is hopefully not the last message
that I will post here, but just in case
let me WISH ALL A:

"Happy Holidays".


Please come back and check in a few days.

Lost generation

I feel most fortunate to have left a few generation
behind me.
A generation where a woman was less than dirt,
at the mercy of their family and later on of their
spouse.  I do understand that poverty, sickness,
mountains of children mouth to feed was a burden
on some people.  Lucky that the generation before
mine decided to leave behind, houses (if we can
call them that), livestock, parents and their beloved
country, not knowing what lay ahead of them.
At one point only men left for the new world,
leaving behind their young families, their young
wives, their aging parents for a piece of bread
less to feed had they stayed.  For sure no social
help was available having just came out of a war,
just or unjust it was a war just the same and many
lost their lives for the love of their nation.  Where
they brainwashed? why kill and fight an enemy
that you have never seen or heard before.  For the
idealist politician, the incredulous youngster or the
religious individual who believed in all kinds of
ideas, at times invented by leaders to amass a
greater fortune for them and their similar, but
surely not for the population who suffered the
consequences of such actions.
I pray (a word almost meaningless at this point)
and hope for anyone who went through that period
not to see it again in their life time, we lost already
too many generations of humans to loose more in
the future..... 

Do I judge or not...

One of these two gentlemen is my grandfather.
I have never knew his face or his faith.
Why did he marry my grandmother who was
not from the same town and much, but much
younger than him, gave her seven children out
of which only three lived, I'll never know.
I'm not a young girl or woman, I have grown
children who are themselves parents, my own
parents are not in this world anymore and out
of the blues I found this photo, behind was the
name of the man I should have called grandfather,
but I never did, nor did my own father,
or was he knowledgeable about the existence
of this photo. Sure we can't make out the
features but I'm my guts feeling tells me that
it is the stronger and taller man.  He looks
proud and poor, he was an adventurer in his
time, just like some of his grandchildren of
today.  Poor grandmother who could not count
on his support to raise their family.  Why did
you do what you did in your short life.  Oh
yes he was fairly young when he passed away,
from what or how no one would tell me.
I had the right to know about this man, a right
that was to me denied and until I'm on this
earth I will continue to wonder and question
myself, try to remember what little that I was told.
Do I have the right to probe his life, or should I
just let the dead keep their secrets with them in
their graves.  I do not even have that pleasure
to stand in front of a grave and contemplate
his life, since in my country, after 20 years a
person is dead, their remains are taken out of
the grave and disposed off in a commune, that
today after more than 110 years  I would not even
find a death certificate (archives destructed from
an earthquake), my grandmother is gone along
with her 3 children who I'm sure kept their
secret while alive and even now in death.  I will
keep on fantasizing for the man that I love in my
own way......

Heart of the ocean

The heart of the ocean is laying down
in the depth of the Atlantic ocean
undisturbed for ages.  No one really
remembers what it looks like, is   it big
or is it small.  Does it shine or one could
not differentiate it from the darkness and
the skeletons protecting it.
Who really knows is not here to tell us,
we can look for it, we can fantasize about it,
or is it in a shell well hidden from the
humans eyes.  It is said that he who
touches it will never feel joy from it.
Who had it originally no one knows,
did it made some lady or a greedy man
loose it's mind when it went down in
the darkness of the ocean with more than
a thousand people who taught they were
safe crossing that monster Atlantic.
Oh if only some of those ghosts would
return to us and really tell us that night
events, we can only imagine what it was
like, but he who has not gone through
a similar event will never understand
to be eaten alive by the ocean...
Oh mother why did you give me a pence
to make that crossing for a better life,
why with that ocean liner and not another
one with less pretense.   It was my destiny
just like the destiny of the heart of the
ocean diamond to never make anyone
happy, it preferred to go and rest at the
bottom of a fathomless ocean floor and
never see the light of day again.

NB: photo is replica of a muddy purse
and hat of the 1910 period.

Darkness of the sky

In the darkness of the sky
there's always a bright light.
Use the eyes of your heart and
a shinning light will come out.
It might not be what you
wished to see in the darkness
but as long as you believe in what
you see there always be hope
shining high in the darkness of the
sky.  Do not let fear enter your mind,
but look up at the sky and an answer
will be there for you to see.
Oh I wish I could have directed my
eyes to the sky and search all the
answers there for me to see.
My heart of stone would not look
and today that I closed my eyes
I do not see the sky.  Let me sleep
for a while and then maybe with a
fresh mind and help from the sky
I shall be able to fight back my
demons who blocked my view of the
sky....

Letter to my nonni.

"Good evening or should I say good day...
Today one second your are
on one continent, the next
moment you are thousands
of miles away..."
Why do I write this. I came
across an old photo that I did
not know I possessed of a
great grandmother that I remember
like a faded dream & this photo is
so faded that I can barely see her.
She was not very tall or very slim
but she was not too heavy either.
This lady was my doctor, my nurse,
she was my mentor and guardian,
she would rock me to sleep and
always had an apple, a chestnut or
a piece of bread for me.  Did I cry
or was it her tears that ran over my
face when I left the village hidden in
the mountains to come to this land
of snow and ice, that too I can't
remember, but now that I know what
she looked like after to years that I did
not see her (she died at the ripe age of
94) in the early 1960'. 
Nonni hope that you will forgive me
for not remembering your features but
I was only a small child and now that I
am a grandmother I try to follow in your
footsteps with my own granddaughters...

Mother nature

Surprised by mother nature is a
lousy statement that only makes us
feel good while saying it.
Mother nature knows it's course
and will not deviate because we
hope and wish that at least for one
year it will not do what it knows to
do best, change our lives, create
havoc on roads, sends people who
believe in being supermen capable of
beating nature not with time but with
last moments ideas.
We have people who keeps telling us to
get ready and be prepared for eventualities
like: ice, snow, winds, scorching sun,
moon changes and disturbing the balance
of oceans, skies that are menacing from
one moment to the next, but still humans
believe that they can CHANGE nature
course and then human pays dearly for it.
LET'S WAKE UP !!!

Read and write

I'm just wandering who are the people
that come and go.
Do they ever leave a little note,
do they just browse and find this
writing so bad that they do not dare
to say so...
Well like it or not, I'm here to stay
for better or worse, grammatical errors
included... But at least I'm writing and
reading and it's more that some people
do in a day, a year or their life time.
That's what my grandmother used to say.



      🙌       😼

Let's read together.

Free spirit flew away

There are no words one can say when a
friend (even if I only saw him once in my
life time) leaves you for heaven.
Now every time I will pass in front of that
house on Marianne and Saint-Lawrence street
in my hometown, my heart will close up
for a fraction of time.
But then a smile will come on my face and
remember all your songs and poems that you
left behind. My brain will remember the tears
I shed when I first heard "Hallelujah".


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrLk4vdY28Q

Now you and god will sing together for all
of us.

R.I.P.  Mr.Leonard Cohen

Words

If only I knew different words,
maybe it would come easier to
express the bottle of feelings that
hide in me.
Words are hard to come by, the
real meaningful words I mean, not
those words who do not pass on
the message that I would gracefully
divest myself and make other people
feel good of THEMSELVES.

For now....

I'm still standing
a branch with no colors
a twig with 2 remnants
with a background of trees
with no leaves, they are
just standing there guarding
the entrance to a naked forest
abandoned by all living creatures
and us two leaves are awaiting
our cold blanket of snow.
Covered by melting snow, the
growling wind and deep freeze
will be our death, slowly falling
to the still frozen grown, we shall
lay there until we will not exists
anymore....

On this night

On this particular night
when nothing seems real,
little children are super active.
They are going out as their
preferred imaginative friends.
Some are brave, others not so much.
They hold tight their parents hands
but keep going on. They are big people
too, since they are showing off their
costumes and they get candies on top of it.
Little do they know, that down the road
a fake smoke comes out of boxes,
strange sounds make them wonder
their steps start to feel heavy as they
approach the sounds, the noise, the
fumes, the oooooooooohhhhhhhh and the
aaaaaahhhhhhh of lights and fairyland
fantasies.  So let them dream and be proud
of having survived this magical nights for
all the children who are LUCKY enough
to participate and only appreciate their
enjoyment the next day, after a night of
seeing werewolf, goblins, pirates, queen,
princesses, kings and vagabonds....
all the modern cemeteries on the street
around their homes lit with a bright
jack-a-lantern and a black cat....

Never lift a hand

A woman is sacred, but then also is
a man,child or old people.
We child,woman,man,old people are
all equals on this earth.
One should never (no matter the occasion
lift a hand to harm someone else.
He (male or female) is not worth the
air that he breaths if a hand goes up
to harm. Excuses are easy to fabricate or
come, when a temper is lost, or a memory
rage, or just the trill that some find in harming
their human or animal fellow.
I can excuse everything except those who
believe they have certain rights to harm
without being punished, believe if it's not
the human justice it will be another justice
but you always have to one way or the other
pay...

Rain

Rain, rain are you here to stay.
It's been a long time that we have
not felt your presence.
A presence that can be felt in
older body bones.
Why do you say, well it seems
I have miscounted the quantity
of bones I have in my body that
do not rebel at your arrival and
stay.
It feels like I'm carrying such a
heavy weight on my shoulders
that I do not wish to go out and
play in the puddles likes I used to
enjoy.  Even the birds must have
the same feelings since for the
last two days I have not seen one
chirping or searching for food.
OK rain now is the time for you
to go away and let the sun dry up
my land and put smiles on babies or
old faces back for a while.

Floating away

It's sad to see one's life floating away in the nothing....
unless it's wanted, no matter who or what precautions
are taken, it's the history of one's life.
So do good in life and forget it,
do bad and remember it.

Have a great sunday on this chilly autumn day.

Alone

Alone you left me
on a hot beach,
my feet kept playing
with baby waves
rushing along to catch me.
The sea was shimmering
the silvery stars dancing
to the tunes of the waves
but my heart was heavy
and lonely.  Why leave me
alone in this strange world
when you knew that I can't
live without you by my side!
No stubborn as you are,
you did it your way, running
not with me but with my
dark shadow.  I don't know
this shadow that keeps me
company who is cold,indifferent
to my sorrow, please come back
and we will dance together
until we drop dead of happiness
on this beach for that moment
and all what the future is
planning for you and me....

Weekend ...

The week is long
with ups and downs
rushing to work
taking care of me,
you or ours.
We don't stop
we don't breed
we just run
run, run and more run
in a city of orange cones,
full of smug, but we
have to live and to live
we need to run,
if you ask people where they
run.... probably they don't know.
So STOP, breed and look around,
enjoy life because it is a very
short two days weekend!

Floating

Had life given me wings
and not a ice bubble,
I would have floated way up high
in the sky where colors are so fine
it's a fairy tale adventure
through and through.
Little stars would light the way for
me to be floating forever and a day!

A little french writing

"Comme la pluie qui secoule et reviens ,
les souvenirs font mille voyages,
parfois mélancoliques autre fois joyeux,
mais se sont toujours les souvenirs
que l'on a bâtis avec le passage du temps
et en nous ils restent....."

Booms and a bangs

I was there, all alone, playing my violin on
a warm end of summer night.
All was quiet, no wind to disturb or bright
stars to peak on me with just my violin's
notes floating around my heart was dancing
of joy.
The world was still,
one could hear the cicada
singing to the mood of my fingers on
strings all in unison softly at times or
raging at other times.
Then out of the blues all shattered
with booms and bangs, the sky became
busy with lights, colors and strange sounds.
I walked over to see the commotion,
it was a boom and bangs for children of the
area who screamed oooohhhsss and aaaahhhhss.
I took my violin and imitated the sounds
to no avail ... this time around the boom and the
bangs won over my soft melodies, but music
it still was..... only their music was a bit louder
than mine !!!!!!! 

9/11

A date in the calendar maybe,
it's the hole in one's heart that counts.
We search,
we reason,
we shed tears,
it's the memories that counts.
We look at their images,
maybe in black and white,
or an old Polaroid shot,
but in our hearts they have
no color, only beautiful
accounts of their lives shared
with us while on this earth.
Don't cry for them,
don't make them feel guilty
of leaving us behind to deal
with their passing.
Light a candle when they come
in our dreams, ,they want light and
only us can satisfy that desire.
At night look way up in the sky
and wave at the twinkling stars,
It's them passing by and they
salute us for thinking
of each and everyone
of them who left without a
goodbye to their loved ones  on 9/11.

Angel dreams

Dreams of the angel are
softer than the caress of a
feather.
It turns around in million of
ways leaving you unsatisfied
for a while.  When the tiny
feather touches you hair
you feel it.
It will touch your eyelashes
making you blink a few times.
The tip of the feather will touch
your button nose and steal a
sneeze but the angel will laugh,
giggling for a time.
Our little angel tries to grab the
feather to no avail, it is faster than
the wind, gentler than the early
breeze. It dances around, it falls
to the ground, it goes up again
spinning for a while.
Our friendly little angel just tires,
closes it's eyes and on a soft
swish of the feather just falls
in the dreamy land.
Sleep little one don't let anyone
disturb you peace....

Sparkling face

Your called Flower,
your words and lips
made me sparkle.
Even I knew that all
sparkle is not always a
shinning star.
But all the sparkles blinded me
and now I have to live with
the shame of having shown
you how much I wanted you,
so much so, that from the day
you left, my face has not
sparkled for anyone else......

Ice Heart

You keep calling me
"Ice heart".
I really never understood
the meaning of it.
I passed over the comment
telling myself "He does not
mean it..."
Believe me I pretended not to
understand those two little
words with a world of meaning.
You just made me realize that
I really had a heart waiting to
beat for the right person,
and that person was not YOU.
Oh you saw it melting drop by
drop, I begged you to stop
those drops of ice melting
but not because you shamed
me with your words, but
because I never truly had the
guts to just up and go and
leave you there standing not
understanding how come I
finally realized what you taught
was your way of telling me
that you did not love me.
How blind, dumb and deaf
I was not listening to my heart
everytime it told me that you
where just a sad specimen of
humanity and for that reason
my heart froze at your sight.
THANK YOU beautiful heart
of mine to have shown me that
you are more precious than
empty words, kisses and
freezing hands. 
YOU ARE A FROSTED MAN
who will never know their
way to a woman's heart.

The last flowers

A flower has feelings I believe.
Today I spent a couple of hours
just looking at flowers that bloom
in my garden.  Early morning rays
found some flowers still sleeping,
while others were just fully awake
and shining.  My eyes went
naturally to the sleeping flowers to
see their awakening and searching
for the warm sunrays.
The moon was still visible in the
blue sky, but this time my lady friend
the moon had not capted my full
attention.  No I had to see the
evolution of the flowers to life
for me to enjoy and write about.
I'm no fancy writer, I write what I
see not with my eyes but with the
heart to that's beats in me.
I will enjoy this phenomenon until
the flowers start to cause my allergies
waken up and then I close myself in
the four walls and not able to see
them before they just freeze in time....

What I Found

When I need a spirit upload I direct myself to
great opera singers and their friends.  A full
collection of these artists lift my mood and
go back in time when life was simpler and
honest.  Sure quarrels existed between families
but they never lasted long or they would die
and not speak to each others for their living
days.
This is what I have found that to me depicts
our strange world of today.

"Where is the justice in this world?
The wicked make so much noise mother
The righteous stay oddly still
With no wisdom
All of the riches in the world
Leaves us poor tonight

And strength is not without humility
It's weakness and untreatable disease
And war is always the choice
Of the chosen
Who will not have to fight...."

The Italian version goes like this:

"Dov'e la giustizia in questo mondo?
Mamma, i malvagi fanno cosi tanto rumore.
I giusti rimangono stranamente in silenzio.
Senza saggezza, tutte le ricchezze del mondo
ci lasciano poveri stasera. E la forza e nulla
senza umilta.
La debolezza una malattia incurabile.
E la guerra e sempre la scelta degli eletti
che non devano combattere".

NB: Photo is mine and depicts the feelings one
gets when you look out of your soul.

White feather

Not everyone with mortal eyes can see me,
my presence is felt from the sky for the one
with special eyes.
I can run or float around and around in the
blueness of the skies and still only a few
will track me down. Do not fear to search
my signals, but rather just watch me frolic
around and maybe just maybe catch the 
feather intentionally lost and dropped for you.
Look down around the fields of grass or
the shinny windows for that feathers will
make your instances worthwhile since
there will be many white,  fluffy
feathers to tell you that an angel as blessed
you and will be back to embrace you with
all it's might....

Darkness

In the full darkness of the night,
taughts assaulted my loneliness,
like a book turning it's pages all by itself.
No worries, easy life, chasing
unfulfilled dreams of my past
with the hope of beating everyone
else in reaching these without
a sweat.
Life had a different story for me
full of falls, demons,sadness and
once in a while a joy as a consolation prize.
You can't stop the crumbles of
your life, just as you can't stop
those dark moments running freely
in your mind. You can hide behind
dark glasses but you can't stop
tears falling around your face,
there's too many falling at an
excessive speed, but then if
asked why, you will say that it's
because of specks of dust hitting
your eyes.
A slight, faint light appears at
the window and suddenly your
life seems less heavy. You know
that light brings daylight and
after the darkness and sadness
you will rejoice in the morning
light that brought you back from
the darkest moments of the night.
O stars say good morning to the sun
that comes to warm me up and show
me that life is worth living after all.

Storm

Storms they are so many,
starting from the one that explodes
in my head every night.
I look at the dreams and try
to make sense. Storms are
frightening, but after the storm
there's always a bright light to
console me.
The sky becomes dark, menacing,
my eyes tell me that a bright
star shower will follow and I will
feel the purity of the earth cleansed
right after the storm.

Untill you say YES

Like two lovers we are alone
we feel the world is all ours,
you keep your distance from me,
I keep my distances from you.
Slowly, so slowly our eyes are
searching themselves not being
used to this feeling of strangeness
that we are trying to show the world.
Oh how I miss your dancing eyes
reflecting mine in them. I head and
my heart aches at this distance we
seem to have fallen.  Far away
little dancing stars keep coming and
going from the horizon to our feet and
still we pretend to be an ocean apart.
O my love and only love what can I
say to reach you and make you mine
again.  My arms ache at not encircling
you, my hands a frozen from not caressing
you, my hole body is revolting and me
poor keeper of this body have to refrain
because YOU are still thinking of me as
a stranger in your life.  Dearest love of
mine just put me out of my misery and say
that you will be mine so that I can shout it
to the sun, the dancing stars on the water,
to the birds so they can join us in our
happiness.  Untill you say YES, I will not
be me and I will be just the shell of a
human man.....