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 idea
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.

If only...

Look into my eyes and if you can see

the untold words written,

but not visible to the world, then you are the

lucky one. If they make any

sense, than you know that they are

part of my world and maybe yours also.

Look at my face and see my smile

at receiving your messages or even just

a postcard, my smile grows if I receive

your call, even if you don't talk to me.

I can't believe or say that my millions

words are just a dream. Feeling you

besides me, feeling your breath without

opening your lips. 

Go away dreams that I can't reach,

just because you are an impossible dream. 

Sunny children

What a subject to approch...

My blood fumes when children
suffer, I don't care if they are
poor, rich, white, black, different

backgrounds, different language,

different beliefs, spoiled, shy, if they
put a tantrum once in a while,

THEY ARE CHILDREN

They are respected as children

and don't subject them to hunger,

atrocities,mutilations, or even

premature death.

They are the blood of our blood,

the flesh of our flesh, our present

and future.

I can't say that I went through a rough

time growing up, a life like all normal

children of parents who broke their

back to give a better life and future

then theirs.

Bad times always existed like 

wars,flood,fires,earthquakes, but

also atrocious people who could

not stand other people especially

young children who had a real long

memory. So not to go through the

consequences would destroy these

poor angels WHO HAD NO FAULTS.

NB: this photo is an AI and not mine.

 

 

Poetry...

Poetry is an assembly of words
reflecting our world, hiding the
cries of the stars like long 
glistering strings sown to the 
clouds, and balancing from
the breath of new lovers who
are caught in their own 
poetry world. Why O why do

I feel the weight of the world

on my shoulders, that weight

I did not create it, rather it was

created for a reader to stop,

think and reflect.   

Messy world

We are living in a very messy world.

Where reality and fiction go hand in hand.

People don't realize the mess they are 

creating, WE the humans believe we are

the master of this universe, and all is

permitted.  But look here, what do you really

see, phantoms, superiority of ones against

others. A flower that is not a real flower, but

just result of fanta-science. A science they say

is so advanced that eventually it will surpass

the HUMAN. 

Fallen in love

I didn't really know you.

You belonged in my list of friends,

with passing of time 

my heart unbend in knowing you.

Past memories couldn't stop 

my tears to my first love, but I

had to try again.

Like a fool I've fallen in love again,

knowing that I would not let you go.

Yes I fell in love all over again,

be assured that I will not let you go.

All the feelings towards you will 

be the same and very true. 

I ask you that you always remember

that my love for you has no end...

Light

Light nature vitamin 

and a joy for humans when

in darkness.

Light guides animals and

people to follow it and

explore what's behind it.

The day that the light will

loose it's mysteries is the 

day that MAN will cease to

exist... 

Red moon

 

When my friend and confident 

gets mad at the world, she glows

a deep red and cries all around the

world. My heart aches, my tears 

are insuficient, my taughts are all

for you my friend. I return to you

so you can convey my words to my

lover who doesn't know I still

exist and only exist these days.

My body is refusing my last wishes

to come back to you in my native

land, my native lover and all my

childhood memories. Those days

are long gone, my native land is

deserted by young generation who

don't know my existance and older

generation are not there anymore

to chat with me about the old days.

Moon don't cry for me, I don't deserve

you tears or your wrath. Just keep 

what you have been doing all this

time, be there for me until I die.

To stealers

I'm wandering what's the satisfaction
of readers, curious or just browsers
gives to these intruders.
Intruders that come & steal material
that is not their's, especially PHOTOS.
I have no means to stop these, but 
please be assured that I keep always a
copy of material and photos in this 
blog in a safe.

 

Look around

Let me love you one more moment,
to give you joy and pleasure.

Come back to me again, I won't let you

regret it.

My heart will be free of chains and fears,

don't let this dream of mine wash away or

keep me awake, you are my dream and a

dream is sweeter than real.

I'll wait for you, just don't forget that... .

Lousy month of may

It's been the lousiest month 
of may in recent memory. People

are moody, arrogant, inpatient,

and I could keep on going, knowing

that nothing could have been done

by anyone. The smoke from forest

fires have started with a vengeance 

after a short reprieve this winter,

the planet is drying up by the minute

but WE THE PEOPLE, still don't 

want to do anything about it. Let the

next generations take care of it, the

less we do the more for them to pay.

Va pensiero di Giuseppe Verdi (Nabucco)

Dear Friends tonight (eastern time zone)

I decided to write with a photo, and even

a prelude to what I would love to share with

the world.

F R E E D O M 

of taughts, and a little venting from what I

saw today at a ralley for the first of May 

not a political shouting and waiving fists.

So when I am in this mood I go back to

my old movie collection and just relax

and think of the old days compared to the

new ones of this Modern world, or so we

might believe.

The movie that I watched was NABUCCO

an opera of Giuseppe Verdi.

I believe I must have stopped breathing 

for quite a bit from tears and emotions

in my throat who would not leave me 

the hole time I was glued to watching it .

Va pensiero

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4T2rlNXyJ8

If you love pure music of over 150 years ago

just listen to it, not with your ears, but with your

heart and enjoy it.  

Golden silence

I just wish I had a friend to keep me company,

one who would keep silence until I speak.
One that would walk at my pace and offer me
a hand, should I find a pebble sticking to my shoe,
or a soft and gentle hand who offers me a handkerchief
to wipe that

"A saying..."

"When a clown moves into a palace 
he doesn’t become a king,

the palace instead becomes a circus..."

NB: In this saying there is no reference

to any political current situation. 

Thank you for your private comments.

A thing called love

Maybe love is just like the rain

You never know how hard it would be

Or how long it would last
Love could come so fast
I mean love from the first sight
Or it could take so long time
to be meant to be.. to be so right
Love could put you into darkness
And could bring you the brightest light!

Love is like the fire
Such a mysterious desire
But weather it is going to warm your heart
Or burn your home
You can never forsee it from the start
You can never tell
If It is going to lead you to heavens
Or is it going to lead you to hell!

Love could take you from the cold
And make you feel so warm
Love is like a rose
Beautiful but also with thorns that could harm!

Child's dream

A child dream is their imagination without
bounds, contrary to what adults believe.

Ask a child a question and the truth will come out.

Ask a child their aspirations and they can talk

about for days if not stopped by adults.

A child (boy or girl) do not have fear of the future

unless the adult mistreat them. They fear consequences

of a little tantrum, a little mischief, or a little lie 

after an adult made them realize that there are

adult rules that applies to them also. 

How can an adult justify the lack of interest in

their child is beyond comprehension. How can

you ADULT see a child suffer and be passive 

about it. BUT MOSTLY how can you ADULT

physically and mentally take advantage of a CHILD.

A child is the flesh of your flesh, the blood of your

blood, so it means that YOU ADULT don't value

your own life.

Let the child be a child, let them dream, let them

conquer those dreams about their future, who knows

it might be your CHILD that one day, might just

return your treatment of them. 

NB: These are my taughts and that is the way

I see and think when I hear about children's

abuse.   

Mimosa

 A flower beautiful like a woman,
resilient like a woman,
and celebrated for women.
But what happens once 

that day passes?

What flower do we put on a dead woman's

grave at the hands of man!

Wiseman

A wise man once told me...

worrying doesn't take away

TOMORROW'S TROUBLES,

it takes away

TODAY'S PEACE

and that HIT ME DEEP.

These are words that are not mine,

but in today's world I wonder how 

many wise men are still around.

It's sad and madness prevailing from

people who are blinded by their ego,

by their thirst of power, money and

are ready to sacrifice human beings 

for a minute of shining power. 

 

Searching...

What is new, I really don't know
my life is upside down and I truly
don't have any ideas on how to put
it back in order. 

Why do I feel that I'm walking on

egg shells not feeling the pain

that I inflict myself. I can't stop

crying from looking at my poor

body that refuses to listen to me.

A travel through books, old letters

to no avail, no answers are there

that will calm me down. I'm

looking for peace that I don't grasp

music that sounds great to my

ears but my heart can't stand. 

Am I true to my self, I really 

don't know and at this point

in my life I can't really care anymore.

Please help me find a magic potion

before I give up on life.

Oh me, poor me, what have I done

to deserve this misery at this point

in my life...  

Life stages

A bed  of flower but not sleep
a nature clock but not time
a book of pages but know knowledge
a position all right or all left  but not respect
medicine  but abuse in system but not health
expensive amusements but not friendship
proclamation of obedience but not faithfulness
a millionaire house but not home.

 

Pride not political

 

I'm not a politician,
I don't even follow politics,
but faith in my flag 
is my pride and joy.

STAND UP and say
THANK YOU to this 
beautiful country of ours
CANADA.

Sound of your cry

The clock by the bed is ticking too loud in the quiet night

I lie in the darkness thinking I must go before it's light Before you open up your eyes and you beg me to stay I'll leave 'cause I can't stand to see you hurt this way Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Though I knew the time was coming and our love would end somehow I just couldn't bear to tell you exactly just when or how I know we can't go on, that it was wrong to start But if you wake up crying now, you know you'll break my heart Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Ohhhh, sleep my love as I kiss you, kiss you, kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Ohhhh, sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear oh no, the sound of your cry Ohhhh, sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Oh ooh ooh ooh, sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye 

Then I won't hear the sound of your cry

NB: this is sang by Elvis Presley

True or False

 

A wise man once told me...

worrying doesn't take away

TOMORROW'S TROUBLES,

it takes away

TODAY'S PEACE

and that HIT ME DEEP.

Time have not changed and MEN have not learned.

If......

I'm still trying

The old book ...

 

Open a book and see your life going by.

Sadness found in pages along with findings

of happiness and exciting citations. Turning

pages to see the holding of the next chapter, or

you close the book from disappointments. 

My free sky

"Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me".

This message from nature would

be best applied to our politicians

who are not there for the people,

nature, world, our planet, no sir

they are there just to fill up their

pockets to the fullest and then

just leave everyone wandering it

could have happened.... 

Untouched beauty

Hidden in deepness one can see

the river banks covered at times by dirt

at times by moss, a little wezzing from a

lost flying insect can easily be heard.  The

river stopped flowing between rocks 

polished like crystals and brightly shining

when caressed by a strand of rays. 

My heart opens to this untouched beauty,

my eyes search the skies for it's clarity,

my spirit lifts so high trying to reach my

love grown so deep to not be able to let

you go....

Fantasy

You're going to the moon! 

What did you forget to pack?

Every child dreams of going to

the moon, but please make sure

he has is teddy bear!

Early morning dreams

On early mornings I watch the moon
on one hand, and the dawn on my other hand,

You are my moon sister, 

while you dawn are my brother.

With a bow tightly drawn back

I can shoot for the dancing stars in front of 

my eyes. I count you all for being my prizes

just like pieces of sweet candies on the tip

of my tongue, others I dreamly plan to 

plant them like flower seeds in spring 

to offer the the moon to caress and the stars

to illuminate. If only my dreams could

be realized then I know that I am like

a free spirit and alive.