FOR POETRY

  Yesterday was a perfect day. The weather was beautiful when I woke up early in the morning, sunny blue sky, no clouds.  I took my coffee while reading a few pages, and then sat with the crew in the courtyard, soaking up the sun. It was a relaxing day, maybe the beginning of our Spring season here.  I took some chips and salsa with friends, everybody felt good, everybody was laughing and smiling. It felt good to know that none of us had anything to do for the rest of the day, or for the next week, for that matter. We took two hours at lunch, sitting and talking long after we had paid our bills. On the way to the parking, we passed a local grocery store and decided to explore.  I bought a super cool stuff for the season, change is good sometimes. Later, at my place, we ordered pizza, drank juices and watched TV before leaving. I fell asleep while watching TV later. It wasn't a busy day, it was just so perfect. I felt really good. Everybody was in a good mood and rela...

Perhaps that someone  will soon make  love,  and the courtyard will echo songs of happiness that will sound like joy but are probably just the sheer, astonishment that comes when anybody manages  to lift  themselves up and away  from  the merely ordinary, miracle of being alive and ascends to some greater than bodily.

When summer comes,  it brings  the sun  and, for a moment,  you were busy watering your flowers; you fill the air with your perfume and you sing a love song, the promise that we've made. There's still the sun,  though the light falls, lonley through the clouds and I 've learned to love you. Nothing will separate us, I will pay attention to you, like different trees, in their finest moment  are saying something I've been trying to tell you.

Just say no to the things that dissuade you, to the thoughts that say give up to your love. Different words and translucent meanings, don't care, seek a new beginning. You shall never know, if you say yes to the little easy love, it easy to flee but worth it to be, a part of a unity of the two hearts of we. I take it as a compliment, that our love is a powerful ride because of you, our love is a far miles island surrounded by a beautiful sea.

Put your hand on my hand and feel what my heart says, are you in love? Or is it just a passing phase? My heart is mature enough, I have no more second guessing because I know what I want, all I want is your forever love.

  Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, for everything you do, they were all yellow. I came along, I wrote a song for you and all the things you do, it was a sweet mellow. Your skin turn into something beautiful, I swam across, I jumped across to you. I drew a line for you, It's true  all the things we do, I will always love you.

The rain was pouring down, the thunder striking the trees, the lightning was blinding all and the hail pounding on the ground. The snow, little flurries, was falling to the forest floor and the wind blowing back her hair. Suddenly the snow stopped falling, causing a big silence too, the whole world was alone and the drops were raining down. The rain can’t wait anywhere, her beauty was spreading everywhere, healing every broken heart.

  Happiness has no measure because it’s not material, it can be only legitimate. If I knew how to calculate for measuring feelings, it could be great,  fitting in the palm of my hand or being as large as the world. Happiness is wisdom,  hope to wanting to go, to wanting to stay for the present and the future. Happiness is confidence, faith and belief,  work and action. But happiness comes slowly, it is not an ambition, we are happy  only when we know how to care, when we know how to love, and when we know  how to live a loving life.

  Yesterday was to be a busy day with the rain, but thanks to some miracle, the day was lovely!  The sun was shining bright when I woke up and I was feeling confident in myself. I was preparing for a tournament between the foreign languages when I asked myself, "Could it be, the sun is still shining and there's no rain?" The team I was on was the undergrounds but we came out as the tournament champions! "Could it be, the  undergrounds  won?" I asked myself.  Later in the evening, I took part in the yearbook banquet. Many awards were being honored to several outstanding staff members. One of the final awards was going to the outstanding photographer of the year. Several breathing taking photos were submitted for judging.  The winner of the award won by two votes. I never thought, "Could it be me?" I just stood in shock as my name was announced. It was the last thing I ever expected. I laid in my bed thinking how wonderful this day was and could never im...

Let’s start with the longing  to your beauty, in this wide world how deep and cold to stand alone, sweet are the lights warming everything and all the earth is breathing. The rain started to fall tumbling over the rocks and the moon  lolling on its side, the sun beyond the words blind is its face, who started all this and I still  want you.