Freedom

Freedom is not free,

you have to slave to 

achieve it and hope to

live a very long life to

fully appreciate it,

otherwise your freedom

is going to kill you,

a little like the world of

today....

Thorns

You have no thorns,

but your kisses have them,

I keep asking for your dreams

but my wishes are not your 

commands.

Each of your kisses feel like

a thousand thorns, but once I taste

you, even then I feel their sharpness.

Talk to me, we can resolve what 

seems to bother you, let's not wait

for another day - those thorns only

gets deeper and more hurtful.  

Oh my love you know 

that I never promised you a 

lifetime of rose garden 

but remember that the

solitary ROSE that I give you 

contains my heart and soul. 

Please take away the thorns and 

make our love bed a sweet one... 

 

Unknown grandfather/grandmother

I'm not a warrior

or a dormant pacifist,
I know we do not live

in a perfect world,

but the blowing up of

people who are there

for the safeguard of

their follow humans,

that's where I loose

my control.  Why, this

reaction, mainly due to

the lessons of our 

forefathers out of which

we have not learned a

DARN thing.  We kill

without reasons, we 

suppress generations for

the shear ideals of a few,

but at the end we all land 

at the same place

... in NOTHING. 

Words written by an

unknown grandfather/grandmother

from an unknown land. 

If I had....

If I had one flower

for every taught that crosses

my heart, I could build

a bridge between earth and the universe.

With a wave signaling my arrival

to your new world, positive to see

joy on those gorgeous blue eyes 

that stole the shine of the sky, never

one to let clouds tarnish them.

Wait for me on the bed of clouds

while I pass through the mist of

friendly stars. I'm not a fearful one

but I believe in continuity and joy,

the same that we went through for

a life time. Ups and downs were

always around, but with your experience

and my patience we grew old 

together without any regrets. 

I let you go first to pave the way,

find a fluffy corner in paradise

and a harp to sing me lullabies. 

I will be back in your arms just be

patient my love, I'm on my way

to you..... 

All is bright, not so

I keep dreaming of a runaway path to paradise.

I am told it does not exists these days,

it's full of holes and detours.

Our planet (hearth) is upside down

wondering is it salvageable.

I'm no scientist, 

my ears were closed when

when we were told,

my brain said ... it's all a lie,

but paradise disappeared

 in a blink of an eye,

for the believers and it's

a false news for the non believers.

 

 

Path of lost dreams

 

With my tears I tried to build a stairway,

where memories and tears becomes a path.

Through this path, my pain's intensity

eased somewhat knowing that I had reached 

heaven doors with your gentle face smiling.

My sorrow was so heavy, that stumbling I did,

tried to touch you, call you, offering you

my hand and walk hand in hand like old times

through the garden of Eden where 

we would meet and dance away. 

Carefree and young, we embraced

the odors of the land, nature's music

became the sounds of the orchestra 

playing our songs.

We were young, carefree, the world was ours

to conquer, to have our own creations for the

future, we had lots of time ahead, but....

instead we had no time to say goodbye,

you left before I realized it,  

it's said: "Time will heal, but neither

time nor reason will alter what we felt, 

I'm left with your gorgeous memory 

but extremely hard to live without,

it's not memories that I crave ... but YOU".

NB: This photo belongs to Antonio Chiera of 

Deep Dream Generator. Thank you Antonio for letting

me use it.

Wrong love

On a  sunny day I wanted and 

looked for love, but I was scared

when I took time to find it.

My road was full of evil men,

they begged and longed for my heart,

they took it, they bruised it,

they played with it, 

then left it in a million pieces 

on a dark night...

Stand up for your rights, don't let

anyone kill you with their worthless

words or fake smiles. 

It's you in the end that may loose

your life.

New life

 

Restrictions are slowing lifting,
weather is unpredictable,

so hot at times even the wearing 

of a sweater is a must not to burn.  

Some are wandering
should they go back to offices,
others are asking themselves if a
vacation is needed or just a 
stay vacation  is still a wise choice.

But all this put aside, we are 

carrying the weight of the world on

our shoulders.  It's a heavy load,

imposed or suggested but it plays

havoc with our minds.  We can look

ahead, wishing we could embark on

a journey of no problems, no remorse

or crying out loud for the loss of 

time along with loved ones.  Do not

despair, it's said that by living today,

it becomes the future of tomorrow 

or is it?

                 

Until we meet again

Being deeply loved by someone

gives you strength, 
while loving someone deeply,
gives you courage. 

Memories are felt in warmness, 

dreams brings back your melodious

voice, we only can thank you for

your short stay with us

who loved you for a day and more.  

Our hearts tell us that you are 

with us, and we know that you

are around with us until we meet 

again. 

 

Talking

 

Talking on June 30th, 2021 from coast to coast

is an excellent initiative or just a show off face

to ease one's conscience of the atrocities committed

by certain people on poor defenseless humans 

(children) mostly. 

As a mother or a father, a relative or a member

of a family or community having your children

taken away mostly by force in the name of a belief

just to destroy them, abusing mentally and physically

with the assurance that it would kill them is the

most atrocious crime a person can commit.

Not enough that they inflicted death they buried

these children in mass graves with no identification

visible and then making these deaths journals disappear

so no one could prove anything. 

Little did these people know that those children who

had the good fortune to escape those residential schools,

have a strong memory & told their stories for generations

without being believed by the authorities of the time.

Sure today that all this is coming to life, WE all say

how can that be... surely there is a mistake somewhere!

But the mass graves are spitting out their secrets to

the world and our country can't deny it anymore.

The only people who deny it is the ones who were

responsible for this genocide, yes a real genocide

of native people who could not defend themselves

and they paid the price. So sure let's talk about it

today, but WILL WE REMEMBER IT TOMORROW.              

When is old - enough...

Hello everyone it's glorious that

summer is just a few hours away.
But with it only those it bring a change
in nature with it's bright colors,
new growths, older ones dying to be
replaced with new ones, the sky
is limpid blue with a few fluffy clouds
to make little shadows on our 
mountains, lakes, rivers and ponds,
but it makes the sound of birds even
more joyful to listen to and not
be taken aback by the normal traffic
on air or ground.
Now I come to the point..
"I had a neighbor for the last 50 years
who was very cordial and smiley.
In the last 3 or 4 years she fell in the
house and broke a hip, then she fell
again and had pelvis broken.  As you
can see dear reader, old age is not always
very friendly, but this LADY told her
children to be placed in a residence and
ever since, she goes shopping, plays cards
read newspaper, talks with her 5 generation
who adore her and this last week they
celebrated her 114ht     birthday, but at that
age   one day is not enough to gather all her
children,grandchildren,great grandchildren,
great-great grandchildren,  114ht birthday 

party lasted a WHOLE WEEK.

Bless you Cecile and hope to be able to come
and celebrated your 115ht birthday next June
with you. 

Imagination

Imagination is the result of a 

free speach of your brains,
not controlled by anyone but 
yourself. 
So be creative and don't be 
afraid to show it, you (brain) is

original and as such no one can

produce your thinking, you ideas,

your feelings, it's you and your

creations.... 

215 roses

If only 215 red roses could dry up the tears

of 215 families who have lost their children

and found in a mass grave.

Their only crime was for being 

born to indigenous parents.

But it was their land, their lives

and their own way of life.

Who were we to demand to educate

and make them to reflect our 

christians believes.  

Last week these parents hoped that

one of these 215 children was one that

was theirs, yes reader it was an unmarked

grave, so the sorrow still exists even today

at the site of this grave and no one really

knows how many or where they are of 

these children of the land are ...

A resume : 

From 1883 to 1996, nearly 150,000 Indigenous children were separated from their families, often by force, and sent to the government-funded, church-run schools in an attempt to assimilate them. There, many faced neglect and physical and sexual abuse. Speaking Indigenous languages and practicing their traditions were forbidden.

 

 

A loss

"There is no greater sorrow
 than to recall happiness in time of misery".... Dante

Dear reader, I just found out that a person

that I had never met in my life lost the 

greatest battle a human has to face. 

Honestly I have never heard of this person

a week before her passing.  

A friend from across the ocean said "You live

in the same province as dear friend and poet and

is at the end of her earth voyage.  I enquired as to

who she was and was directed to her poetry blog,

I did try to e-mail believing she was still at home

and going through chimo therapy so I said why 

not see if a conversation or a few words of encouragement

would have helped her a little.  No answers to my

e-mails, so I just had a taught every once in a while

of her and in my way wishing her a good day.

But after a week I was told that she passed away

just letting life slip through her fingers.  It must have

been so sad for her children not to be able to say

goodbye to their mom, hold her hand and help her

in the last effort to cross that door of no return.

Why did I choose these flowers for her, 

"let's say that for me it's like these flowers

stand tall on a battle ground and re-flourish every year

to remind us of their resilience and beauty 

that play with the wind of life. 

 

Heart beat = Life

No comments, 

no feelings

happiness

for my beating heart.

 

NB: this is not my creation, 
if author recognizes itself, please
let me know & I will give you full
credit.

Life is a bitch ... continued

 click to listen  ........> Open you heart 

continued...

One would hope for a bright future
not realizing that it's full of punches,
curves, joy and sorrows.
We in this country that I call mine
where my roots are not  part of this
earth, but that I love dearly for giving
me my hard earned bread and butter,
there's a nag that's been with me for
a very long time.  "Discrimination" 
for those who are not of the same color,
the same mother tongue or believes.

Little did I know that for me and my

descendants we will never be considered

natives.  But who are the natives of this

land?

The civilized world came and destroyed

a nation, it's people, it's culture.  The 

people of cloth were the most ..... of all

people.  Maybe not their fault since they

obeyed the laws in their luggage and 

believed they were the gods of this

new found land. 

Wars, massacres, disputes, genocides

occurred and still today in the 21st century

some close their eyes and ears: 

"It's not my problem... I live good, let

others fight it".  Have you stopped and

looked around....

Forward to today:

When I think about it,  I am not 

surprised to have heard about the 

215 innocent children found in mass

graves just because they were not my

color, spoke my tongue, believed in the

laws of the nature.  Were just treated

with disregard and buried without a trace

or dignity.

WE WERE THE GENERATIONS OF THE

JUST AND AS SUCH JUSTIFIED OUR

ATROCITIES towards ANGELS OF THE

NEW FOUND LAND.

to be continued....

 

Life is a bitch

My dear friends and occasional readers
you are wandering what's with my title
of this morning post.
Life is a real bitch, one is born with
all types of expectations may it be good
or bad and is out of our hands.  
The old tale, "Your life is written the
day you are conceived and marked by
the stars...".
Well excuse me if I do not agree with
this theory that I call all false and mis-leading.
People most 99.9% have lost all dignity 
and respect for life itself.  Just by what we
just went through, one would believe that
some reasons entered men's brain and heart.
But poor me in being so naive as to having
closed my eyes for such a long time.

Please come back again I will finish this

post with more diligence and fairness.

Today

Today, May 21st has been 
a  scorcer. 
So what better way than
walking through an outside
garden of last tulips. 

Memories

No need for memories
when love is  present.
There is a shining light 
holding our precious 
moments.  We made them
so we know them.  We

can get old or stay forever

young our heart knows the

tune of the dance that was

ours.

Holding hands was a  passion,

twinkling eyes was our

private messenger, our 

quick or slow step was 

in tune with our sweeping

love that never left us and

we passed it on to our

following generations.

We pray and we hope

that it will be recognized

and cherished as we did

with unconditional love

to what was our legacy 

from our ancestors.

PS:  Dear reader,

I have a corner of my

heart that belongs to this

man, from the first song

of the 1956 to his passing.

RIP and hope not to be

annoying when I put his

songs.   

 

Simplicity

Simplicity a word with a thousand meanings.

Simple is less rather than crowding.

Take a walk leaving your eyes roaming

the beauty of a spring day.  Nature is waking up

and blooming if we leave it alone.

The gentle rain or the wind with 

clean and straighten nature fruits just

beginning to grow.  

Simplicity will catch your wandering eye

to the smells or colors breaking the long

mono colors that was available for months end.

O lord let me be like that simple flower

and give you thanks for the good fortune to

be able to see it and enjoying it. 

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Miserable day

Today is a miserable day, 

it's raining,
it's humid,
and it's gray .... 

I'm enjoying this sound while I try to write some words,

while I recover from a fall of yesterday (nothing too 

serious, just bruised one side).

April's joke....

But instead we had a late april joke..

It's been a long time that we

had snow on an april 21st.

We beat the record ... 

Covid time....

By Thomas Hood
No morn, no noon
no shade, no shine
... no leaves, no birds, 

NOW today we can had
no kisses, no hugs,
no sports,no travel,
no restaurants, no bars,
no family and no friends.

This is my part

to these lonely taughts,

were is my life gone

for these last 13 months,

or your lives for that matter.

It's astonishing that people

who like me are feed up,

and awaiting for scientist

to create a vaccine that

for some is worth it

for others not so well.

What do we tell our 

children about their

grandparents departing

from this life when not

even their children have

seen them leaving us in

an absolute silence.

What am I leaving these

children as a legacy,

death, suffering, bickering

or an astronomical amount

of debts...

The answer is only available

in your heart and mind. 

The wind

If you can hear the wind
then you have a better
hearing than me,
if seagulls could give me
their wings I would fly with them,
if the sky can marry with the pond
then I will not disturb the mirror 
so that I can dream.....
 

Seagulls frolics

Spring and it's sounds around the
local pound and small children

Have a great spring day everyone.

Buon di

Il buon di,  può vederlo

solo chi crede in svegliarsi

di prima mattina...

"Chi dorma non acchiappa pesci".

Memories

Even memories are not necessary for love. 

There is a land of the living
and a land of the dead

and the bridge is love,

the only survival,
the only meaning. 

NB: Photo is not mine.

The garden

We looked around the garden

we found an empty space

looking down upon the earth

we saw your tired face.

We picked you up and brought

you to rest.

The garden is beautiful but 

faith took you away.

We cried and cried but to no

avail, our tears kept fertilizing

the garden but did not bring you

back to us. 

Our hearts followed you 

thinking of the journey ahead,

we found a door that closed just

as you stepped in, we knocked

but the door did not budge, so we

understood that it was not our time

to follow you.

Dear love, do not despair we shall

meet soon, I don't intend staying

here for much longer, we were 

meant to be together and so it shall

be...

I am here (io si)

Hope you will enjoy listening - click on  Listen    

A song by Laura Pausini is the theme song of the latest Ms.Sofia Loren's movie.

When you feel like no one understands you, I will, I will. When you think no love can ever heal you, mine will, mine will. And when you feel like you are invisible and no one sees you at all, I want you to know that you are seen.

Cause I see you, and I see too, who you are, you can’t hide from me. I want you to know that you are seen. When you feel like this whole world is against you, I’m here, I’m here. You will always have someone who will protect you, right here, right here. And when you feel like you are invisible I will see through it all. I want you to know that you are seen. Cause I see you, and I see too, who you are, you can’t hide from me. I want you to know that you are seen. All alone in this world, we all long to be heard, don’t think no one knows what you feel. I want you to know that you are seen.  

Cause I see you, and I see too, who you are, you can’t hide from me. I want you to know that you are seen. 

Master pieces only comes once in century & this one could be the one.

Meditation

 Darkness is one's enemy, or friend
when need be.  It brings relaxation,
peace, enjoying a fleeting moment
just as the sun waves you goodnight.
Silence  is everywhere, you heart 
is full of silent wishes and dreams,
invisible to the world or the naked eyes.
But your blood is boiling in your veins
and tells you, keep going on, life is like
a carousel, one moment it's darks but then
light appears to show you the way,
cold will leave your soul
and replace it with love.  Love of life
is precious and you are worth living it...

Let nature sing...

Just listen to this fantastic sound.

When the blues assails you,
just  walk out and 
join the simplicity 

along with the beauty
of the arrival of spring & it's

sounds and smells ...

Reflections

Reflections - what a huge word to my ears.

It's become so heavy that my 

upper body is hunched down.

If the sun would reflect, 

he would believe of making great

events with the scope to help the    

ocean, instead he would end in a 

false philosophy as big as the wave.

Reflections brings me to say... 

I need you not only today, but

for the rest of my living time. 

International woman day March 8

What a title for such a long voyage

of woman around the world. We pride

ourselves for having broken barriers

starting with the right to vote,

our command and presence in boardrooms

or nations.  We still have a long way to go

for the children of future generations.

The colors for this international day are:

Purple: Dignity and justice

Green:  Hope

White:  Purity  (albeit a controversial concept)

but I would add RED

Red is to commemorate all WOMEN who have lost their

lives to the hands of their murderers. 

The bridge

 

There is a bridge that connects
two lands of our lives.
The land of the living is for 
a short time.  
The land of the dead for the eternal
survival. 
Love is the only precious gift that 
we all share on the bridge.  
Life is a joy for the leaving and it 
can be hell for those who do not 
believe in it. 

Spying on us...

Lady moon loves to play havoc
and keeps spying on us. Do not 
disappoint the lovers that pray on
to have their love back or last for
eternity, which we know that is not
possible, since you moon, keep coming
and going to spy on us....

Time goes by...

Faith is "wincing" these days,
not only for humans who are 
at their wits end for the loneliness,
the lack of hugging their loved ones
but fear is enveloping us all, not wanting
to shake it off.  We do not know the 
outcome of this plague but we don't 
want to help ourselves either.
Keep distance, wash hands and don't
mix in crowds.  I'm still willing to listen
but please make it fast, my brains is getting
tired and my feet are itching .... 

Peace

When the earth
in our bones return to the ground,
and the blood in our veins returns to the sea,
then you will know,
that this land does not belong to you,
but rather you belong to the earth.

Silent day

 

Can't go out,

so let's see if I can

listen to the silence

of nature or bolstering noise.