Catch a falling star

Hi everyone, some time in the past
around 60 years or so ago, that generation
(mine also) we were singing most of the
sweet and at times very crooning songs,
but this one stayed with me for all this time
and playing around with a golden star,
water waves and music notes come up with
this combination.  Someone by pure chance
recognized the title of this very romantic song
"Catch a falling star"
here are the words and the singer Mr.Perry Como.

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never let it fade away Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Save it for a rainy day For love may come and tap you on the shoulder some starless night Just in case you feel you wanna hold her You'll have a pocketful of starlight Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never let it fade away Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Save it for a rainy day For love may come and tap you on the shoulder some starless night Just in case you feel you wanna hold her You'll have a pocketful of starlight (Pocketful of starlight, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm) Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never let it fade away Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Save it for a rainy day (Save it for a rainy, save it for a rainy, rainy, rainy day) For when your troubles start multiplying and they just might It's easy to forget them without trying With just a pocketful of starlight Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never let it fade away Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Save it for a rainy day (Save it for a rainy day)

Not mentally sane

There is no craziness
only stupid people who believe
they are above a stable mental state.....
I object to the laws that give
these humans a right to dispose
of another human being and
declare themselves not mentally sane...

Time

Time does not stop
or awaits for you...
Just as distance does
not separate people
but silence does.
Silence at times is a
friend in whom we
can count.  If we
have nothing sensible
to say better then
saying nothing. Just
as time flies away
and you can't reach
it and hold it back.
It passes and it's up to
you to take advantage
of it in good times or
bad times.
And my last taught of
this evening is ...
If you love a rose
love its thorns also.

Task

A monumental task to share one's heart,
invisible scars plague the surface of it.
Protecting, guarding it with an armor
is my only true objective.
No guarantees or questions were asked
to my free spirit and heart. 
You came along and read from it
like an open book shedding pages
and pages from it.
Trust I put in a bright future and
happy endings of achieving bright dreams.
A black cloud crossed over and all
shattered in million pieces.
Fantastic promises of tomorrow melted,
crumbled under my life.
All your promises were lies,
you cowered in a whisk of time.
Starting all over again was pulling
up broken pieces and glue them
to one piece.
It takes time and patience,
beliefs, friends, a faith to survive
a mended heart.
Share it again is hazardous
not believing in love, you can
approach my armor, make it
fall, but do not misled it again.
Next time the pieces will not mend
and as such I will tread carefully
with love until I AM fully satisfied
of my feelings for another chance .....

Frosty forest

"A forest is full of life. 
Its trees and branches 
maybe frosted,
your feet crush
the leaf blanket 
but then your heart 
is at  peace 
and don't want to leave 
this paradise"
slowly making your way
accompanied by 
feather friends songs
the shy rabit scampers
away while worried eyes
follow you until you
give back this world to 
the rightful owners and
nature".  

Ice bubble

Ice, a combination of water
drop in ambient temperature
can, may, will cause tremendous
injuries to one's body.
Pleasurable sight, shinny
emanating twinkles when hit
by bright sunshine, one feels
compelled to touch it, caress it,
indifferent to the consequences.
Ice in a city can be deadly,
bone breaking and joyful for
many sports. One can slip, slide
in a flash, just due to inattention
but it's still gorgeous to admire
so from now on, I will take all
precautions seriously and keep on
admiring my bubbles of ice ...

New Year loneliness

A new year as begun,
children are settling down
from pushing around toys
that will no longer intrigue
a young mind.
Teenagers are dreading the
return to daycare,schools,college
and parents hope that the bills
will take their time to arrive.
Did we need to do those               
lavicious spending, those
exotic foods that people just
looked at and passed on.
Or those expensive bottles
of wine,beers,champagne
when really our bodies are
now protesting and can't seem
to get back to normality.
But who cares as long as everyone
is jolly for ten days who cares
what will come later on.
Remember when we were
children and a sock was hooked
on a real or fake chimney, we
just couldn't wait to sneak down
and see what was in it for us.
An orange, a few dimes, some
chocolate and a couple of warm
socks & scarf.  Boy were we
happy and carefree. 
Today everyone has almost everything
and still some children are maltreated,
famished, old people are lonely and
forgotten, but the SUV is right on the
front yard, but not to go and see these
lonely souls, or sick children, they are
there just for the parties and vacation.
Wishing everyone to never get old or sick
because only then you will realize how
good you had it.                   

A gift - the end

Finally the puppy made it to it's destination.
Some people were happy to give it to it's
new owner wishing both the child and the
puppy to be friends, work together and
eventually both have a successful future.
At times nature makes it's own good deed
I just wish these animals were more
well regarded and treated also.
It takes people to train them and a patience
of a saint.  These dogs have a job to
accomplish, once trained they deliver
the very best of themselves.  Maybe one
day we will get the rest of the story and
the outcome of this young child and his
beloved puppy.
Thank you for reading me and hope
to be around for the update.

The gift - continued

Normally a puppy can't travel before 12 weeks old.
The paper work, the signature from vets,
all the shots and how to secure safe trip of such
a long distance.
Vets advised that the puppy could not go in the
luggage area of the plane, so it needed a place
in the plane.  In economy it's too crowded
for a young puppy, maybe just maybe in the
business class, but the passengers in that area
how would they react... it's still an animal
that needs attention, needs to walk and do
also dog's business.
He needed a human to take care and keep him
calm and quiet for the hole 10 - 11 hrs.
Soly curiosity was boundless, from inside
the airport, people looked at him, children
wanted to pet him, but like any other puppy
he only wanted to jump, run, hide, play and
chew of shoes, with his huge brown eyes
and waging tail he was the star at the gates,
launches & marveled at the amount of people
around him.
Were should they put this unusual passenger,
on a seat by himself that's for sure.  He had
his own meal ready, a diaper on all the time
so as not to make a mess and a warm blanket.
After a few hours of flight, when people rest,
Soly was just fantastic, quiet and sleepy, not
a sound from him.
Soly made it to Vancouver safe and sound,
one day to rest from the long flight and
familiarizing himself with the new owners
and trainers.
Nanou's parents will bring Soly to the hospital
on the 24th around 10:00 p.m. in a Santa's
gift bag & pray that their son will react positively
to the puppy.

To be continued on December 25th .....

A gift - 7,971KM

Yes my dear reader you are seeing right
a gift from 7,971 km away.

A child who'se parent had promised him
a puppy, a very special puppy who takes
good care of sick children landed with two
problems on their hands in mid october of
this year 2017.
The parents are not poor but not richest
also.  When the little boy Nanou 5 year old
one morning could not talk or walk anymore.
Parents taught it was one of his tricks not to
go to daycare, this child was partially blind
and deaf. So after a few hours parents and
guardians got worried (he was a very active
child notwithstanding is minor visual and hearing
problems).  Local doctor could not figure out
the dilemma in front of him.  After a numerous
string pulling with other colleagues & a few
batteries of tests, shots, food forcing, doctors
still could not find out the problems.
Take your child at home while we figure out
the outcome of my mountain of research from
around the world.
At home Nanou laid in his crib motionless,
parents taking turn to stay at his bed side.
Nanou kept to his bed and doctors were trying
a million ways to find his problems.
During a night, mother had just closed her eyes
from fatigue, Nanou started laughing, laughs
that almost scared the mother, and he kept laughing
laughing laughing with tears sliding is chubby face.
"Why are you laughing Nanou, please tell me so
that I can join you in your laugh..." Nanou finally
calmed down and told a strange story to his mother.
He had seen a puppy in a strange land where he
Nanou did not understand a word.  It was in a house
where a little girl had written a book to her friends
and then bad men came and killed her.  In the book
there was a puppy who made other children feel good
and they all had an happy life.  Nanou kept to his bed
and doctors were trying a million ways to find his
problems.
From Nanou's description
they identified it as a German Shepherd.  Father knew a
friend in Germany who breeded this type of dog for
sick & handicapped children and decided to get
it from his friend overseas.
Soly is a puppy of 10 weeks old,  now how do we get
him to arrive in a city that is at 7,971 km away.
Parents & friends were figuring out a way to get
the puppy for Christmas as a surprise gift for Nanou
hoping to get him out of is bed....

To be continued tomorrow.

Be always on the alert

What a lousy Sunday today.
First time that I went out for a
photo shoot in a while & everything
went wrong.
Sky was overcast, so no sundown
no sun reflections on the water,
not even seagulls to keep me company.
The river was flat and lifeless,
so you could not hear the river's
song.  I was miserable and cold,
took about 50 to 60 shots that
seemed not too bad, but boy was
I fooled.
All had noise, my lenses was dirty,
just flat shots good for nothing.
That will teach me to check out
the cleanliness of the lenses,
that the weather will cooperate
and that at least birds and seagulls
are around to keep me company.

Wise judgments or...

I'm impartial to each nations or faith to
celebrate their believes.
Guess being of a certain age
some of my views tend to turn
towards what I was brought up with.
Good or bad, believer or not,
the generation gap seems to widen
in today's world.
From names to songs,
from libertines to stricter worlds,
from songs that we taught were
harmless and everyone sang,
now they are on forbidden lists to
use or sing.
Were are the values and what are we
teaching the younger generation.
The holder generation is speechless
and at times wishes they were not
around to see the mess WE modernized
generation have, are and will create.

You be the judge and hope that our
judgments are wise....

Priceless dream

I had a dream
so exceptional
as to just dream.
When a dream
becomes reality
not all is beauty
but I will keep on
dreaming, it's
free and I can't
get hurt since it's
only in my dream
that all is possible,
achievable.
A dream is like
floating water,
one moment it's with
you the next it has ran
away.
So I only ask to dream
another minute before
all fades away...

Autumn feelings

NB: This photo belongs to Mr. Roland R Kemler

Let the rustle leaves of autumn sing to me,
the gentle breeze blowing scents reach my
senses and running water chants it's
melancholic tune break through my
foggy brain.
Let's dance the autumn waltz
that bends the boughs of trees, leaves under
our frenetic steps with the yellow harvest
coloring reflected in our eyes for the
squirrels & lonely birds to watch and
laugh at us.
The sky painted streaks of blue with rosy
blush, crimson reds and yellow hues along
the cricket's tune reflects the world's
symphony, of scents and harvest moon over
starry eves and songs of destiny,
it's our world with autumn's vibrant majesty
for you and me to cherish & preserve
for eternity.

Californian friends

To my Californian friends
I did not dare to even try to
reach you people.
Believe me not because I did
not think of you.
In the hard time that you are
still going through, it was not
the moment or the place to
reach you.
You guys had enough to worry
about and I pray that your losses
are only material. 
Material losses can be replaced
but not lives.
On this American "Thanksgiving Day"
I wish I could have been there with you.
Please do not despair, but give
thanks for your life.
Will get in touch, once I hear from you.
           

Retro

NB: This photo taken from Internet - should owner not
be in showing agreement, please just let me know I
will take it down. Thank you.

Why have I taken this retro photo?
I have 3 great-great aunt who early 1900 left their
mountain village in south-east of Italy and try
their fortune in the "America", land of wealth and
opportunities, so it was said, by people who had
managed to go there, but for a reason or another,

had to return back home after a while.

At least those who made it back, 

in those days people had to sell their bodies,soul and
minds to be able to move from one country to another.
Most families struggled to let go of their husbands,
sons & daugthers who were left behind would pray
to see them again or hoped to see them alive.
Those who came back were either sick beyond
possibilities of recovering their health, whatever
economies they did would not be enough to cure
them back  in their home country.
Poor people looked upon as slave they were
looked upon as aliens.  Most wanted to turn around
but without money for the passage, they had no choice
than to bear it.  Their lives were regarded as non humans
beggars and as such maltreated.
Slowly, working, begging, slaving, they made some
progress and organized themselves for the future of
their children, forgetting they already had a family
at the old country.
Now here I am looking, searching, digging, into their
lives, questioning who they were, when did they arrive,
how was their lives, did they suffer, had they a chance
to laugh at times, or was it always misery day in - day out,
do I still have roots in the old country or was it all
destroyed  by the two world wars, a eartquake or a natural
disaster...
How can someone search for that passage of time, if I do
not even know their births,marriage, death dates. 
Can or do I have a right to know it...
Mainly all this search is to find out
WHO I AM,
and where do
I COME FROM
surely not to judge them of their past actions
that impacted my life today, but to render them justice 

and peace of mind.

first snow video

I hope people can see it and

Hope it works...

No peace

Let me wonder why,
yes wonder of peace
non existence.
True we all proclaim ourselves
child of peace, but to what
avail, since we keep killing
ourselves.
Some of us who believe in
peace are discouraged from
believing in it.
We only need to look at our
own families to see the
non existence of peace.
I stopped asking myself if
the word still has a meaning
or if with time it's just part of
a vocabulary found in books.
I do hope for the sake of the
new generations that
PEACE
still has it's original meaning.

Madness

Madness is a great word.
It's a state of mind of genius,
misunderstood by peers.
It attaches to you and holds
you tightly.
You can't shake it out,
but true madness is seen
only by others and not by you.
You have great days and not so great,
you fear the night and despise the day,
Left alone you cope,
but in company
you hate it.
Who is more mad,
you
or
the world.
Maybe if the so called normal person
would stop and think twice
he would not judge and just let you
live your life.
Between you and me
we are both mad to try to prove the
other state of mind.




               

100th year

"Like a bright star sleeping
on a shadowy and clustered field,
now you know that you
are always believed in.
Wherever you lay silently
today is your day,
your fellow friends and families
are crying for you.
Time is passing
but not forgotten
we easily turn the page
on those days knowing
our hearts are still bleeding
for you my friends,
please make space for me
now that time is calling
me to finally join you
after all these years..."

The flag

It might be just a translation from an Italian writing
and a little bit early, but please read it and if
you are like this person who has lost someone,
please just go & talk to them, I'm positive that they
can hear our taught and words.

"I can't seem to shake this solitude,
that follows me through taught and sorrow,
days keep following one another and
they do not get brighter.
My despair is visible and unshakable
to the eyes that follow me.
I kept on walking, running, slowing down
praying to find you but to no avail.
My feet took me over rivers and ponds,
mountains and forests, rainy days and
hot days but they remained empty and
shallow.
Were are you,
who is your companion,
are you ok,
do you at times think of me.
I remember autumn was just over,
with trees shaded of their green dresses,
that you eyes met mine who where shinning
like gold diamonds, your lips so softly
touched my wet cheeks, some leaves
were dancing around us, even the sky was
changing color, a light drizzle was falling,
when a detonation  took you away without
leaving me a piece of you.
I can sit here and wait, wait and wait,
but only this tiny flag knows where you and
your beautiful smile is, bur for sure not here with me.
Rest wherever you are, I will be back and with
tell you what I do in trying to find you
every day of my remaining life...

NB: This image is from a local cemetary and
hope not to offend the memory of these young
people.  Should (You) object to see it here, please
let me know & I will take it down.

Stupidity

This is an example of my heart
falling apart with no remedy
of healing. It was hole, valuable,
loved with the exception
of material matters
that my surroundings
figures it as invaluable.
Why is that,
no changes took place
just stupidity of humans
who don't value
well being of others.
Now fallen and in pieces
not amendable
I will just let course of
life take over and rest
in peace away from malice,
tears and STUPIDITY.

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....