FOR POETRY

I think back to the day I said I was going to write about one poem per day. Even if I wasn’t working all the day, I still do not think that would be possible. Each poem requires so much reflection, and I never feel I reflect enough to do that. The current poem is just not grabbing me in any way and I feel at a loss to write about it, my head is swarming with the names of all the things, words, and my confusion is over the final sentences as well as my concern over the beautiful visions. I can’t even begin to write about this poem. That is exactly what this poem is about. It’s about distractions. It’s about trying to stay on a course yet finding yourself pulled by temptation or drained by the necessary aboard the life train. It would be so much easier to let life derail me from my goal. How important is this goal, really I asked myself when I’m much too tired to even open a word document to start writing. So, once again I have to remind myself why I even began this in the first place. I...

I came along  and wrote a song for you all the things you do it was called yellow so then I took my time what a thing you've done and it was all yellow your skin and bones turned into something beautiful and you know  I love you so   inch by inch  step by step I float closer to nowhere  closer to nothing a world reveals itself to me  as I observe with lonesome eyes endless it may seem  this empty life is more complete  the illustrious mountain top  with its sprinkle of snow  and flurry of the forest emerging from the world  beneath my wings  it recognizes my existence that soul reaches out to me  touches me as it knows me the mountain stands tall and proud  its own existence visible I approach her  adore and understand her  thanked her for the gift  she has given me I pass through her radiant landscapes  every detail appreciated  all the memories cherished yet on this path I chose  I...

When two birds sing in the morning under your window, and their shrill cries  wake you up from your bed, look out into the street,  spring has come, and if you have loved,  you will linger that morning. The stream that zigzags  and runs for miles, searching for all the groves  to the far reaches the fields, look for the warm  spring  that calls it behind the white hills, and both of them  reunited in confused silence. We will go to die of love  in the sea shore now, when you say that you love me,  and then you dance in the village with all the boys  who have hair curly, you lie brazenly, so tomorrow I will go away further than this country,  further than all the clouds.

The lights deep in her eyes can make a blind fall in love her perfumed body attracted immensly my heart I surely feel that  she is from elsewhere. Her ways of saying nothing of speaking only memories her way to move when she starts to dance when she reaches my height she certainly is from elsewhere. I'm ready to leave with her to other places to other shores but she did not answer maybe words are worthless to her but for me  she's from elsewhere. She has beautiful hands to damn the soul of a painter her venetian silhouette  when she leans  I know this gesture by heart and I fell in love with her. I'm ready for all the wakes towards other places towards other spaces because her love has a value she is from elswhere.

I've seen pretty things in life I've seen some images  that have delighted me and I've had gray days also nice days young laughters and empty dreams. I believed in stories of  love and believed in promises  I even heard words  that tasted like purity. But it was the most beautiful the moment I saw you the prettiest thing i n life it's only you. There are other pretty things  quarrels and jealousies and believe me when I feel my morale seizing up all I have to do is come and kiss you then everything lights up it's magic just to you see.

 A deserted street last night of October nothing seems moving just a lighthouse lighting up the sidewalk. I need to find someone because I can not sleep I'm looking for a little warmth to put in my poor heart. In a corner I look at the sea swaying while listening to a record of some good music. In my heart it should dance and then a shadow girl in high heels she sways her hips and puts a little warmth deep inside my heart.

You  came out of my dreams without making a sound you were unreal in the real life  where we live you left me nothing just a flower's perfume stuck to the morning. In our body to body we played the same chords heart to heart something like happiness you took me to other destinations in the heat of  summer nights. By chance I crossed your path in my solitude I also know this desire this beautiful attitude we understood each other without saying a word. Love was written on our skins but that moment of love  that you gave me lives in my soul until eternity that moment of pleasure  that I stole from you time will no longer be able  to catch up with it.

  My love so far I wait motionless all alone on this island I send a message to you. When I have to sing it's always you that I call quick or slow song my memories awaken the music is my way to come close to you. Under my fingers it's your body that I draw in my joy and happiness it's your face that I imagine music is my way of inventing you. my hope deep in my heart I switch to a minor chord music is my way to talk to you. These words I wrote they fly away to you and nothing will be able  to stop them.

  Yes for you, I would like to be able  to offer you better, share in smiles your tenderness, this tenderness that makes me alive. Your desires to consume, your needs to satisfy, no one dares to offer, only I care for you. Let’s take time to appreciate, in thoughtful ways, in beautiful days of our humble reality, communed reality we chose, make me free like I always want to be. I accept to live in your world, live together and forever, I will make your dreams come true, I will offer them to you today, tomorrow and always.

No need to know whether you'll come or go, in the streets with my eyes closed, step by step, I  will follow you. You are my small beautiful choice, I want to find myself by your side, so give me your hand and  your future,  I want to s ee the morning sun shining on your face, need to be there  by your side. I want to s ee you grow, see you changing for me, it's a pleasure, a n adventure I would like to live with you. At every moment, your different world, your great love, they bring me close to you.

Beautiful girl,  with lively sweet eyes, with a fresh and sincere gaiety, my heart is tightened when I'm not near to you, Love pleases when it's extreme but my love is stronger than all, my desires were wildest, I dreamed of glory but now I would give anything  just  to be  loved by you. It's useless to ask if I will be  changing my destiny, but I'm swearing to you with my heart in my hand, I can not live without you.

I do not know  what's happening to me tonight, I look at you like for the first time, more words from you, I don't know how to tell you anymore, but you are this beautiful love story that I will never stop reading. Fragile words were so beautiful, words from yesterday and tomorrow, but always this one truth, the time for dreams is over, memories we forget them. You are like the wind that makes the trees vibrate, and carries the scent of roses, sometimes I do not understand you, your tender words coated in sweetness land always on my heart and more words that you sow in the wind. My destiny is to speak to you, speak to you like the first time, that you listen to me at least once, because you are my forbidden dream, m only torment and my only hope, nothing stops you when you start, if you knew how much  I want a little silence, you are the only music that makes my stars dance.

When the winds blow by and your coat threads far too thin, head low against what wears you out, think once and then count me in. If troubles mount beyond belief, leaves you to shed your skin, in search of comfort in a stranger's care, breathe twice and then count me in. Come knocking hard with your hand, to late your chance to win, what credit given then, wait and then count me in. Should dark marks your days, in lamplight all looks grim, turn up your collar,  turn back your steps, give me a sign and count me in.

Let me breathe for long time,  the scent of your hair,  immerse my whole face in it,  like a thirsty man  in the water of a spring rain,  and wave it with my hand  to shake memories into the air. If  you could see all I see,  all I feel in your hair, my soul travels on your perfume  as the souls of other men on music. Your hair contains my whole dream,  full of sails and masts;  contains great seas whose monsoons  carry me to charming climates,  where space is bluer and deeper,  and the atmosphere perfumed by human skin. In the caresses of  your hair,  I find the languor of long hours  spent on the sofa in my room,  I see the infinity of  tropical azure;  I breathe combined smells  of  musk and coconut oil.

Idol of my life, you're my heart, my treasure, tell me if your desire agrees with pleasure? As I love you in beautiful days, I want to love you always. Give me hope, I offer it to you in return, teach me constancy, I will teach you the love. Be partner of a heart  that adores you, you're my only memory, I promise you again what is beautiful is to come. Toward your soul I am drawn by the sweetest transport, on your adored mouth let me say again, I will love you in beautiful days and I can love you for always.

The color of  your eyes  makes my heart spin, a round of dance and sweetness, halo of time,  nocturnal cradle, and if  I no longer know everything I've been through, it's because my eyes  have not seen you. Leaves of  the day  and moss of the dew, reeds of the wind,  fragrant smiles, wings covering the world with light, breeze coming from the sea, your love gives off all purity. Perfumes hatched  from a brood of dawns that always lies on the stars, as the day depends on innocence, the world depends on pure eyes, and all my blood flows in your eyes.

It is natural that from time to time we feel exhausted, we lost energy, we feel sad, sometimes depressed, we worry about so many things at the same time and our body resists, then I can only tell you to take it as a natural state that happens to all of us, so calm down and do less things, enjoy more the life, walk it will help you to less feel tired and more be happy. Then you will feel things transparent and sweet, more than before, as if everything of life is written to relax you and then return to joy again, you will see that a second or third opportunity will always make you discover something new, a new state of mind.  The success begins by the will of a person. If you think that you are destroyed, you are. If you thought that you could not win, you could not do it. All is in your state of mind. You must think positively about you before you can recover.  Life's contests don't always go to the strongest, but often just thinking you can win will make you win the prize. Peo...

While I speak the language of verses, she falls tenderly asleep, her cheek has found the peace of spring,  her body poses in a dream of her being. Her eyes at the hour of the stars under the cover of her skin, she is taking up the slope of fables and I obey to her distant signals. It's always the snow ball outside, she joined the night in her adorable arms, I see her hand moving her mouth  and I ask to myself why she remains like the steps of silence? Does she escapes from her childhood to this secret country forbidden to my steps, I am beside her like a willow that trembles, I 'm desperately afraid of the sleep of her eyes. Of her heart that I listen to the Love stops in her dreams,  and gives me back her conscience  in this marvelous patience.

The Advent period, which corresponds to the four weeks preceding Christmas, is an opportunity throughout Europe to prepare for the end of the year celebrations. A very strong tradition linked to Christmas, are the Christmas markets. The first market of this type dated back to Germany, and were organized on the occasion of Saint Nicholas. Today, cities are increasing their efforts to offer ever larger and more wonderful markets to visitors. The squares are very decorated and illuminated; they are teeming with stalls selling all sorts of potential Christmas gifts and various culinary specialties. In recent years, Christmas markets have been transformed into real amusement parks and offer to their visitors ice rinks, entertainment and Ferris wheel rides. In France, the most famous Christmas market is in the city of Strasbourg. It was organized for the first time in 1570. Today, the city has around many markets spreading across its different districts and welcoming many visitors each year ...

I am here, tardy Autumn, waiting for you. I’ve prepared you a hot coffee and lit a fire. Come with your aroma and sweep away that light of my shoulders. Summer's still shining in my mind. But your white hand swears by Autumn and readies the saddle for your poems. Autumn considers my idea then implements it: the hillside and the clouds climb the slope of the sky. Nothing more than this. Of course, you could add a burst of lightning to shatter the dark. You were all mistaken, you thought that horses live on the hills of Spring.  Autumn’s hills are the horses’ residence. The scent of rain excites them, their nostrils flare, then they leap over stone walls toward the summit, to graze on the edges of clouds.

  Before the daybreak, towards the beloved of my heart, I languish with the love that carries the secret of my soul? To what discreet heart can I confide? If not to your heart, my beautiful beloved. Desire always invades me, it pierces my heart that melts, if I tell my secret to the birds, they will tell it to the breeze. A shiver slides on your neck and freezes your open lip, if I tell it to the nightingale, it will tell it to the rose. I bend like a reed and your beauty leans withered, you see my hope, it can break the mountains. Because I languish with love, you who see that I swoon,  go from this abode to the beloved of my soul.

  If you haven't lost  that tender voice that attracted my soul  in the path of lightning that flowed limpidly  with clear streams. Your voice that  I would so like to hear  it removes my pain  and helps my days it is the hope in other times dreamed of. Your voice opens a life  where we will always live a breath, a sonic flame that knows how to respond  to the tears in my eyes. So bring me closer to you that I can hear you talking  because your voice opens a life  where you and I will forever live.

Our home,  it's on the road  like a folk musician  wearing old shoes . When we are together,  in an apartment in a city,  or in a house at the countryside,  under  a tree in a garden,  or on a ship without sails,  these are all  places  where we live,  places we call our  home. Whether a young boy,  or a little girl,  a touring musician,  a carrier pigeon flying  from beach to beach,  accompanying an amazed reader.

  It was the end of summer, in a seaside resort on the atlantic coast, it must have been a holiday romance. He was very elegant, down to his fingertips and she wore a red scarf, a white shirt and cream colored pants. He was on the terrace of a small café with a friend. She pretended to stop for postcards and feigned hesitation to lightly brush past him several times. A few polite and courteous stammers were followed by long missives full of promises, kept and fulfilled. After her studies, she joined him in his country. Then they returned to her province. They were both enjoying relationship and they still often talk about that summer first meeting. And yet, when he got out of his car and came towards her, I'll let you guess the rest. They were young and they fell in love at first sight! Pure happiness. As it was very cold, they went for tea. They got on quite well, they went out together several times and fell madly in love. I asked if she was surprised by him, she replied: "O...

I escape towards this traced horizon contemplating this enlightened  countryside in front of me I walk in complete freedom  in this space with generosity forgetting behind me the daily worries. Alone with this the light  I breathe the fragrant air I think of this peaceful moment alone out of  pity ode to nature constantly renewed after spring nature reborn with beauty. The breeze carries me like blown leaves  searching for joy in festivity among birds whistling with mirth on ancient trees with slender branches. The sky is dotted with clouds  dressed in their Sunday best the wind caresses my hair it is pleasant to look  at fields with colorful wildflowers. It's time to return after this hike leaving behind the cherished moments I will come back every sunny Sunday in this enriching place to dream of.

  Everybody can benefit from understanding why saying no is important to do in life. Humans are inclined to want to say yes in situations, whether it’s to not let someone down or not let themselves down. It can be extremely hard to say no, but doing so more often provides significant benefits to your overall mental health, such as setting boundaries and other behavioral standards.  Very few people enjoy confrontation. When we feel as if saying no will put more pressure or tension on us, we tend to say yes to prevent those feelings.  Think of a “Yes-Man”  someone who all too often says yes to seemingly please another person. Most of us do this to a lesser extent, because people generally want to help the interests of others.  For more it's very much a real thing and when we feel as if saying no will prevent us from experiencing something we perceive others will, saying yes feels like the only option.  Sometimes people feel naturally compelled to say yes to a...

 "This is not a joke , your program really worked and I am here." she said. And then followed a long explanation from her about his existence. How he had managed to get out of the Computer and install himself on the Internet, and therefore on all computers connected to Internet. The explanations continued for a good hour. They both talk but no one intervened. Everyone present, generals, computer scientists, simple guards, all were amazed. Today is his birthday. He is 26 years old, but he no longer remembers it. He does not pay attention to such details. He is an absent-minded, shy, but a self-confident man. He is tall and thin. Large hands extend his long arms. It would be possible for him to hold big things in each of his hands, but he never did.  He said that he wanted to know the love. Computers don't have feelings and love is the only feeling. There is physical love, but without feelings, it looks more like a reproductive instinct than the love. A computer doesn't...