Heart

You know I have a heart,

it's a huge bucket ... but empty.

All my tears are not enough

to fill that bucket.

I'm submerged by the heaviness

of solitude. 

Woman that I am, I fell, but

cried and looked into your eyes

where I believed to have found freedom, 

happiness, and a long life together.

Why did I listen to such nonsense

when every night or occasions you

played with my body, my mind,

my well being. 

I believed all the nonsense you were

trying to show, feel and your

superiority.

But all this ended one night, when

I was under your spell, so I gave

one yell and fell to the ground

always looking into those stranger's

eyes one last time... 

NB: Photo is an AI, showing that a heart

needs to be taken care of, don't let anyone

kill it.
 

Winter invasion

Winter a sleeping season for some and craziness

for others. 

Winter with it's muted light and fog, 

or a blinding light brought by arctic cold air,

when all houses are visible by the smoking chimneys.

It comes as a sheep and slowly grows to an hauling

lion, scaring the bravest drivers on roads or

brings joys to children running in the snow. 

Winter might bring some birds who do not fear

the long months of scavenging their food or

just pick what humans leave behind.

Let's celebrate the cold weather and be happy

to still have the sleeping cold season.  

Child fantasy

NEVER, 

BUT NEVER

kill a child fantasies.

It's his life, his dreams, 

his pains and his JOY.

Who are you or me to

kill these fantasies.

December 6th, 1989

All 14 young lives 

that were cut short 

on December 6th, 1989
at  the Engineering Polytechnique de Montreal.

That was yesterday's Femicide, something very 
mind boggling, and hard to accept, even we hear

almost similar events like this today. 

As a parent of a young girl who that day wasn't 

feeling too well decided at the last moment 

to cut short the afternoon classes, 

when the city, the couty,the world faced 

that  TRAGEDY around 5:15 pm. 

14 beautiful young ladies at the engineering faculty. 

were killed because they were WOMEN and

another 13 people injured. 

So I look at my daughter and think of all those

parents, brothers, sisters,families who have to

turn to their hearts to remember and see these

beautiful YOUNG GIRLS. 

R.I.P.

nb: photo taken from a review. 

 

Just Hello

Hello friends, readers and photo or ideas
snatchers. 

Personally I do not believe in

the numbers of people who keep coming

for my ideas or writing, but then why 

should I complain...

The reason is that it's madening to see 

individuals who like to borrow (not to 

say steal) someone else material.

If I like something I always take time

to reach the author and ask permission

to use its work. 

Now with the AI people, they come take what

they want and with AI they create something

that originally is not theirs.

Oh well, sorry for my venting, but at times

it helps to think twice before I publish

anything.

NB: Thanks to those readers who contacted

me in private and explained themselves. 

The Wall

A wall, what is a wall in the life of humans.

It shows the beauty and the ugliness,

the ups and downs with no certain features.

Can a wall be always clean or blank,

I do not believe so. It's part of the human 

species way of living. Walls were, are, will be

used as a background to fool the viewer without

realizing he was manipulated by the intricate

veins in the wall.

Artists use the wall for backup, 

singers use it for ambiance,

meteorologists use it for meteo,

other use it for black taughts.

WERE ARE WE, 

ME THE WRITER 

OR

YOU THE READER 

FALL IN THIS 

CATEGORY???

Look at me

Can I hide my feelings from you?

Unforgetable our leisure time we

spent along the shores of the

magestic ocean with all it's

colorful mornings and evenings

just for our eyes. Cries from the

seaguls waking or just drifting 

from rocks to boulder, a floating

tree branch or even better, the old

hull of a boat to plan and find 

their meal, reminding us that we 

dependent on nature and our hearts.

Do not weep if you can't read

my feelings, I'm like the wind,

sometimes you feel me on your

body, sometimes you see me,

but one thing is sure, you can

never hold me tight, nor keep

me prisoner,

I was never ment to stay.