Feelings

Beauty is when you feel a little tingle
all over and you don't know where
it comes from.
"Let the songs of nature reach your ears,
close your eyes very tight and imagine
what's at the other end of the horizon,
breath in every moment life concedes you,
it's a gift and not an acquisition.
Touch the most miserable creature
that crosses  your path and together
become vagabonds of the world,
stand up tall for your rights and life will
be good until you reach the eternal place
of no return"....

NB: Many thanks to TonyBBad
from Fotonomy group for permission to use
his photo.

Beauty

Beauty is when you feel a little tingle
and you don't know where it comes from.
"Let the song reach your ears,
close your eyes and imagine
what's at the other end of the horizon,
breath in every moment life concedes you,
it's a gift and not an acquisition.
Touch the most miserable creature
that comes your way and together
you can be vagabonds of the world,
stand for your rights and life will
be good until you reacg the place
of the no return"....

Green - Hope

Verde - Green
color of hope,
new life,
color of joy
and laughters,
who would not stop
and feel a fresh breath
of air fill your lungs
after long and gray
days of winter.....

Welcome to my world

 

This is my world,

I can only love it,

or I can only hate it.

It's a wold never the same

just like my world,

that keep on turning 

that I like it or not.

So why complain,

rant or scream.

Just stop here with me,

let your eyes wonder through

this window on the frozen

world and multiple sky colors

that illuminates your eyes and

your heart.

Breed in all the fresh air

and let your mind sing - no

one will know if there's a false

note some along the line....

Mirage - illusion

A mirage, an illusion
it all depends on your views.
It may look bad for you,
it may look good for me,
but in reality it's how your heart and
your eyes sees it.
I could have been alone on that peer,
awaiting for a ray of sunshine,
of a breeze escaping from the broken ice,
no wildlife around to shatter my illusions,
just silence broken by the clicks of my
camera and the shattering of my teeth
to the frigid cold.
The sky was covered only with a white
veil letting my illusions wonder around
not knowing where they were going to
fumble in the thickness of my illusions.

More shovels please

It's just keeps coming down....
The wind is owling,
the snow bites,
my feet slip & slides
while the birds laugh
and hide....
I'm stubborn in fighting
nature, but nature is
flexing her muscles,
my eyes burn
my hands are frozen
my nose is turning white
all the while I insist on
shoveling those twinkling
little star shaped snowflakes.