Tonight...

Tonight is my night, 

my toughts,

my fears, 

my joys.

I'm different by day,

by night I console

with my shadow.

Will I feel better

tomorrow, 

having spent the night

all alone.

Who cares what I feel,

at times I don't care myself.

I write words following words,

pages are full of words,

I, myself can't understand.

Do I dream, sure like everyone,

do I scream - sure people do it.

Do I love - who knows because

I do not know about love.

My stony heart does not bleed,

my eyes do not see,

but my lips are the joy 

of HE who comes and kiss them

daily.  

I wander why since tonight I'm

feeling like a cold stone...

The resting angels

In my continuous search on statues
I have seen some gorgeous ones,
let it be new ones or old ones,
in clay or bronze, colored or
discolored by time, but in reality
the one that hit me hard with 
shear beauty was a very small angel
sitting on a piece of broken cement
by unknown person who did not 
have anything better to do, this
little statue was located in a huge
section of a great cemetery when
rest babies that have not seen the
light of the day, felt the wind on
their tiny faces or the arms of
loving parents.  This nagged me for
a few days and wandered how I 
was going to let the world know,
that Angels on tiny graves are to 
be admired and cherished for their
meaning on a piece of cement or 
a tiny grave. 

To my friend

A friend (he or a she)  is the most valuable
possession one can have.
It will listen to my follies or cry
with me, he will hold my hand
or just rest his head on my stiff
shoulder.  He might not understand
my ranting but he will take away my
pain or anger and make it his.
He can stand and hold me when
I'm week or bring me back to earth
when I'm flying to high.
Oh dear friend who stands at my side
and counts the stars with me so that I
don't loose myself in sorrow, wiping
my tears one by one just so that I do not
smudge my mask.
He will freeze to the bones and won't
say or rush me into a warm place while
I'm playing around a poorly lit road,
he just wait for my sense to come back
and then and only then he will follow
me, put me to bed and stand guard
for fear of leaving him alone, we are
a pair and pairs are there until the end....

PS: I lost my friend today to a high hand
that came, taking him in another world
were I hope friendship is available.

Sun last cries

The sun and it's last cry
over the valley it lies.
He is tired of running
from mountain to mountain
never meeting a place to
lie down.
Clouds are his friend
following him in his run,
he hides in darkest moments,
or shines along the blue
skies.
Trees don't stop him or
least of all they accompany
him.  When in the valley is
reaches he warms up the soil
and cold springs, to timidity
of the fragile mountain flower
grows and sways always turning
towards the great ball up
on the mountain tops.
Strong features creates the
most fantastic shadows on the
flanks of rocky hills or break
through cottony clouds to give
light at the opposite side of
the world.
Let the sun dance and freely
joyride the world at his feet
I would join him if I was a
sun myself....

Admiration

Good evening to all,

recently I noticed that either on tv 

or newspapers there is a certain 

amount of interest in children with

down syndrome.

I was fortunate to work (taking photos)

of a 2 year old child who was born with

this condition.  As a matter of fact my

own niece was like that but for other

issues only lived 8 months. 

These children are extremely intelligent

and do not know the difference between

them and the so called normal human world.

He was funny, he was curious, 

he just learned how to crawl and kept

going so fast that I had a little trouble

keeping up with him and feared for my

camera.

One instant he was happy then he would

stop and look at me as if I was the one

who was stopping him from being a child.

I making faces to make him laugh did not

work too well, but the moment I played his

game of hide and seek he was an angel for

my camera.  He even offered me his meal

of cereals then with one hand he just threw all

in the air as if saying you do not like my food...

I could see the strong personality in him, but

at the same time I could feel the sorrow of his

mother and the hardship that she knew awaited

her.  A young woman who loved that child 

it was evident but the sadness, the tiny specks 

of rage could be seen in her eyes when no one

was looking at her.  I will never tell this young

mother "I'm sorry I know how you feel...", 

it's a lie because I'm not in her situation and I

do not know how she feels deep inside.  

I admire all parents who care and love these

children and wish them all the best that life

can give them all. 

I will not publish a photo since I feel it is not

in me to show this young human without the

permission of the mother.  

Again I admire all of you, mothers & fathers

for affronting this challenge. 

Dreamless

Time does not change,
evolution is unstoppable,
from cavemen to   
universe exploration,
one never ceases to be amazed
by generations gone by and futuristic.
Leonardo the visionary could
just imagine what was behind is eyes.
Columbus the fearless kept going on,
not knowing his future.
Men of great visionary either
perfected the world or just destroyed it.
They were the dreamers.  Today,
with all the technological instruments
in our hands we create unbelievable
dreams that would have sounded
crazy to our ancestors. 
New bodies, limbs, brains and FACES.
Would I subject myself to such,
I do not believe so, since I'm part of the
dreamless generation that is stuck between
the old and the future, but can hardly accept
the present.

My dear reader, do not take offense in
my thinking of being of the silent dreamless
generation....

When my bones protest...

I'm part of the older generation emigrated
in the mid-1950...
Wowww that's old you will say!
I learned the old traditions from my grandmother
my mother too busy at work because we came here
with a carton suitcase, a few clothing items and
lots of hope to make a life in "America", because
we did not make the distinction between the
USA and Canada then.
So every end of summer we have to make homemade
tomato concentrate, peppers either pickled or roasted
and frozen.  Not to forget that later on there is the
cabbage and the wine, at times we make cheese and
some sausages.
This past weekend it was the 15 bushels of tomato concentrate
Well let me tell you it's backbone braking, first wash tomatoes,
then boil them for 5 minutes, then let them drip, pass them
in a cruncher, have the 1 litre jars ready & fill them.
close them tightly and then we have to boil them in
huge pans and let them cool in that water after 30 boil.
But who invented all this work? mind you the difference
when you do your sauce is noticeable from any junk that
you buy in stores.  Roasted peppers 2 bushels, peel them,
clean and let them drip.  Then make portions in zip locks
and freeze them, in winter one medium size pepper costs
$2.00.   Hey life is what it is & being a pensioner need to
save some pennies.  So for this year, my peppers
and tomato concentrate is DONNNNEEEEEEE.

So now I can return to my pass time (writing) or at least
put down some words and ideas & associate it with my
photos until it's time for more back breaking work.

Far from old

Tonight flipping through the TV
that I usually never watch, there
was a movie. So what's the joke
you will say...
It was situated in Verona, Italy
the city were supposedly
the story of Romeo & Juliet
took place.  The romantic tragedy
written by William Shakespeare.
Are we such a society that still
believes in these fairy tales or would
you go there and leave a message
just under the famous balcony
professing your lost love in today's
time and maybe hoping for a different
ending then the poor Romeo & Juliet...

Shhhhhh don't tell but I would love to
go and see it for myself & just read
those love notes left on Juliet's home
but the cream of the cream it's if you
put your hand on her right breast, then
you will be blessed in your love life,
if you already do not have it .
Ahhhhh L'Amour toujour l'Amour.     

Any logic...

Is there any logic in what we see
and do......
At times we strongly believe in what
we believe we see,
to realize that it was
a figment of our fantasy.
Just play it, thank you
and questions yourself if
what you see is reality or
just a fantasy.

Silence is gold

Why this title and why this image?

I just got some horrific news from
the old continent, twisted tongs
enjoying burning me and family to
the ground.
My soul revolts to such behavior,
a behavior that is one side views.
I don't believe in curses but then I
wish I knew a deadly curse.
If you are a church person, how can
you and with which authority you
amuse yourself in defaming not
only me but my hole family. 
Do I keep my mouth shut and pretend
having heard nothing, do I bury my
head and heart in the sand and go on
as if nothing is going on. 
I do not believe I can take it any longer,
but being a non violent person, I will
ignore these two tonged individuals
and hope (since I don't pray any longer)
that all is said and done against
their family will come and hunt them
and their descendant for eternity....

PS: look at this image and hope you
see what I saw while composing it.

You, me and nature

only a trial for now, hope to have more ideas

to complement this type of work. 
Thank you to all who come & look
at my work.

Why me...

The famous WORDS heard
over and over.
"Why me..." when we don't feel
good.  When jealousy attacks our
hearts and mind.
At times only because we don't
feel like putting an extra effort
or simply because one is lazy.
Why - perche, pourquoi,por qué yo,
γιατί εγώ,warum ich,
words that are learnt at an early
stage in our lives and that we can't
seem to shake them out of our mouths,
Me - me as a baby, as a child, teenager,
young adult, parent, middle aged,
old and super older.
I have known a beautiful lady
who 45 years ago helped me get up
after I fell down in my garden & could
not manage to get up.  I was 8 months
pregnant (luckily) the baby was not
harmed in the fall, but this lady came
to my rescue, took a hose and made me
drink some water, washed by face,
helped me to my feet and then called
for help.  She never said a word,
I never said a word, but we understood
the critical situation and acted quickly.
Today this lady is 109 years old,
my son is 45 years old, I just wish I
could say to her 'THANK YOU', because
in all these years I never saw her again,
she fell sick and never came back home
but I know she still is alive and does not
recognize anyone from 45 years ago, after
helping me she had a stroke...
I had a lucky stroke with her helping me,
but her stroke was not so clement towards her.

Running clouds

Let the wind softly sway
the grass at the foot of
the majestic mountains
shadowed by the running
clouds.
The whistling wind is no
stranger to these parts.
A lizard will adventure
and breed a second of
respite reassuring himself
that no birds are around
the sturdy mountain flower
laughs off is thirst knowing
that is time is up, the sun
is the stronger giant in
the dry plains at the
foothills of the mountain...

Like a fool

Like a fool, I run with no objective.
My taughts are only for you,
then I stumble, fall and to no avail
try to retrace that road that has
vanished.
Still keeping my run,
again my taughts are following you.
To no avail that light brightening your
eyes were only for me, now no more.
Sitting on the edge of this great sea
my taughts are still  trying to
make sense of why that smile has gone with
the waves out of my life and my heart.
Where did I go wrong? what did I say,
that my taughts still can't figure out,
probably will never leave me, since
these are the last guardian of you
my lost angel... There is no star
bright or shining like you, but they
come back to tease me nightly, but
they forget that it's not you.
Goodnight my love, I will preserve
these taughts of you until you decide
to come back to me...

Millennium

"On a silent night,
shinning stars and sister moon,
say goodnight  to men who came to
them following their reflections on the sea
Reaching new adventurous destinations,
knowing to be brought back to the same sea
on any of their curious trips,
moon and stars ignoring that 
certain means can go faster than 
they did for millenniums, a race
that for sure we all know who's the winner..."

Happy 4th of july

To all my friends south of the border from
East to west coast
have a super duper 4TH OF JULY
festivities.

Heat

It's not normal for us Canadians to
be melting all at once.
Most selfish people close their doors
to the vulnerable, sick or babies.
PLEASE if you have or see anyone
in need of fresh air do not hesitate
to give them a little cold water, even
a gentle spray with a hose at the
hands and feet will help. 
Don't let or be foolish because
you are in a cool house,room or under
a tree.  Heat does not pardon stupidity
of humans against their fellow humans.

Take care Canada it won't last much
longer.

Fear of the silence

Silence please,
silence during these few moments.
A sound arriving from a faraway
distance finally reaches me.
Do I stop or continue my run,
will my feet finally stop and let
me concentrate, long enough to
make out the sound that just reached
me.
All my senses are in high alert,
almost to a deadly fear.
But no one is around, no wind
to play tricks, birds are hidden in
their tree branches not sure what to
expect, the older feathered friends
shielding their little ones to keep them
quiet at least until the danger feeling
passes by.
I feel a hiss or is it a warm breath
tickling my neck, or just my imagination
working overtime.  My blood seems
to boil and wants to let out steam but
my pores are closed-up.
Tingles run up and down my body
like a race track with no stopping end.
I turn around and around, I look up the
tree tops and down the flowing river,
a leaf is dancing around when no wind
is rustling between trees and my fear  is
rising by the seconds.
Clic cloc clic cloc when out of nowhere
appeared a deer, he looked straight into
my eyes and I into is eyes, both respecting
our territories & in unison we both turned
and continued our own ways.
All the fear fleeing my body and for sure
the deer body as well....

Sundown departure

"If you keep looking at my departure,
please do not despair,
I will be back and join you
in twenty four time,
will you still enjoy the show
that I put on for you,
wherever you may be.
Let my rays reach your heart,
warm your tired bones and inspire
your eyes to my beauties of this
world.....".

Eagle

"Let the eagle dare, 
give him all the space 
needed to spread his
wings through the 
mountains of this planet,
do not confine his life
and freedom for the
sake of man's pleasure....."