FOR POETRY

 We met by chance I didn't know anything about you, I didn't know who you are, but our souls resembled, I felt it as you approached. We started conversation with a little bit reservation, and started a new phase of my life. It's unecessary to say how much I love you, I always write it on a piece of cake that you like, on a cup of coffee with the flavor that pleases to you....

I like the sunlight  but not the street, and so I stay at home waiting for the world  to come to me, with its golden towers and its white cascades, with its voices and tears and the songs of happy people. And in the evening  a moment will come, where the street will become  something else  and disappeared beneath the dark  night  and the dreams of those who dream. So I go down the street, a chimney smokes so close and I walk under water, it was a rainy cool night and soon the sun will return.

  Suddenly you're in my life, part of everything I do, you're my only step for happiness, and in your arms I feel paradise. I'm trying to keep hold on you, so say that you will stay here, we can make it shine, we can take forever just a minute at a time.

 If you were here my angel the night could last an eternity, I would give myself to you, you would delight me with your smile.  If you were here my angel, I would consume you with the fire of my soul, I would whisper to your ears the most beautiful words.  If you were here my angel, I would dream your dreams from the largest one to the smallest one.

There are places like that,  where people think they are lively. However, not all that glitters is gold. Except so many people believe  they shine, through their supposed talents. Talent, not being innate, at first glance. Whoever wants to is not talented,  not a question of means. Means, not being those we imagine. Imagine a world without means,  you need talent, oh how much? How many have tried and failed. Well-born artists don’t care about parties. Well born does not mean born  in the bourgeoisie, no! born gifted. Gifted, living well is not a given. Win or lose, gifted or not,  it takes talent, work to live well. Living well is what it means  to be gifted, a successful life. Succeeding does not mean  having your name at the top  of the poster, to the point of  becoming drunk. Drunk of happiness, the artist  without supremacy. Everyone is gifted, talented,  it’s up to them to take advantage of it. The means must be given Happ...

  To some, painting looks like jam, they spread it everywhere without  fear of erasures. For others, it's like a great kitchen, they take a long time to prepare but there's not much to eat. Others have so much tact, let them end up in museums. Some people think they are gardeners, they take their time to germinate the next idea they're going to draw. Still others don't know how to draw and prefer to study t he great diversity of paintings  from around the world. I prefer to watch and not disturb, rather than showing them that  I can't draw....

Morning is the time when I can do many things. On weekdays, I would be at work early in the morning. From this time to before noon, I would be very busy learning and doing work. It's a time of thinking. On weekends, I have my computer, I would wake up early to be in the computer lab, I would use the Internet to check my mails, send messages and more. Sometimes I may go shopping with my family in the late morning. At this time, the shopping market would be crowded, noisy and alive.

  Where there is the love,  there is sweet harmony, there is deep devoted caring.   Where there is the love,  there is radiant life, there is vibrant sun shining. Where there is the love,  there is radiant light, there is incandescent glowing.   Where there is the love,  there is happiness and there is much laughing...

  There once was a girl who loved to learn,while other kids would be outside playing, she could be found sitting on her sofa excitedly reading books on advanced topics. As she progressed from grade school to middle school and to high school, her desire to learn more grew as well. Unfortunately, it soon became apparent that school wasn't challenging enough for the young girl.  Although she read all the textbooks, she was supposed to read in school and got good grades. One day, she seized the initiative and approached her high school principal about her situation.  After she expressed her feelings and frustrations, he leaned back in his chair, looked outside and felt the warmth of the sun shining through his office's window.  After pausing for what seemed like an eternity for the young girl, the principal spoke.   But his response was both thrilling and disquieting.  He said:  "I've been watching you, and have seen you reading and learning wonderful...