FOR POETRY

My dear, which way can I follow? You are so detailed and each new part of you confirms the richness of your heart and the caring and affection inside your soul. Your way of speaking allows me to understand the real meaning of love and the importance to have you into my life. It is so admirable how you move and how you behave with seriousness, respect and clarity. I was a traveler lost among the clocks of  time,with a backpack full of memories  and a heart that learned to beat with you. A silent echo surrounded my unconscious,  my soul was desolate and the night drained  all my days. I did not want the night to be my destiny,  as the days passed while we were friends,  I began to feel something very special in my  heart, something made the sublime feeling  of love stir within me once again, your  sweet voice, your smile, your laughter,  your good humor, and your tender caresses  that captivated all my senses forever.  Nothing w...

  When the world fell asleep and the sea silently approaches the shore, your beauty warms the heart, you who had no name in poems of uninhabited lines, you sing of love found and the waves churn when they saw your eyes, my hands wanted to fly and wait on other shores, but I found heaven in your whispered voice, my verses have blossomed  to your direction they go, on the waves of your ocean I saw the sunlight and the water flowed in desire of unstoppable kisses and caresses.

For a little while the words rested in me, unwritten and waiting, but silence never meant I forgot how to feel, because my heart's still speaking, my soul still gathering the pieces of every moment, of every beautiful evening, every dream we lived since the beginning, I only became quiet enough to understand it differently, because what I will write is what I always carry .

She  comes to heal the wounds you hide, to draw the truth from your inside. She opens your eyes, you did not know you could see the light you once had to give. She marks your soul with a silent flame, a touch that never speaks of you, yet leaves you marked, changed forever, your broken pieces are rearranged. She teaches you that a single glance can be an eternal, gentle expanse. A fleeting hour, luminous and true, can live within you forever, too. For in the loving gaze of another, you glimpse the infinity of life, the face of everything you have known, your one Love, revealed, then stolen. Not meant to last, but meant to awaken the love you carry for your own good.

Rain, at first glance, makes me think of sadness. It's true that when it rains, you don't necessarily want to go out and get soaked. Yet rain can be beautiful to watch, seeing the waves crashing during storms by the sea is impressive. Rain brings to mind the song from the animated film Bambi, "The Rain Song". It's rain that allows crops to grow and plants to thrive. There are countries that lack water, rain is water, and they need it to live, so it's essential. With global warming, the problem is that the rain arrives in excessive quantities all at once (floods) or, conversely, not enough. Rain is life! But how can we cope with these disruptions and have enough rain, regularly, to be able to live properly on our planet? I look up. Outside, it's gray, it's the end of Autumn. Through the window, I see a tree still proudly displaying its last golden leaves. It seems to be fighting against this gloomy weather. Look, a large cloud, drifting on the wind, my ...