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......