FOR POETRY

What would you do with 60% of  more free time? Think about the hobbies you've always wanted to try, c onsider the skills you'd like to acquire or  reflect on the causes you care about. Allocate some of this time to relaxation and personal well-being, s et goals for new activities or learning, or   incorporate time for social and family connections. Start with one or two activities so you don't feel overwhelmed, r egularly assess whether these activities bring you satisfaction, then a djust your schedule according to your preferences and needs. In my free time, I enjoy reading. When I read, I completely relax and find myself in another world. Reading books helps me develop my creativity when I write. It helps me think outside the box and use my imagination. Having free time seems like the cure for all ills, but I think too much free time could be detrimental to the health. We all need free time to perform better and take advantage of it to do things we enjoy but can't...

We sit in the shadows of our darkened living rooms, able for the space of an hour to forget ourselves and immerse in the characters we see on the TV screen. But, this particular episode imposes a sudden confrontation with the real in an universe of monsters, vampires and horror. In previous episodes, we as viewers have witnessed the character's battle with cancer and her hopeful recovery, and yet, unexpectedly, we find ourselves sitting down and suddenly, almost painfully, reminded of our ownselves when the character dies. The first thing that separates this episode from all others is its lack of music. We can also see an nonassimilable monster, a tumor, a cancer that the listening devices of the unconscious do not hear, for its strayed subject is huddled outside of the paths of desire. We do not hear a music score. Perhaps there is no music because the mother is dead. Music is associated to the mother, but the mother is dead, a thing no longer able to be desired. There is only sil...

The air is sweet tonight I just want you next to me push back everything in your past we've got a love to last I wanna be here with you under ther starry sky I'll never gonna leave you  to dream alone apart. Now that we've past the doubt true love's what we're about if we try girl you and I we can build a feeling  that will never die. The world you're showing me I never knew i nside my heart the way you stand by me  shows me how t his love can start.

 He finds soon himself totally depending on her, showering her with clothes and gifts. Embarrassed by this situation, he does nothing to change it. Love wins when she reveals to him on the new year's evening that she loves him. He attended a party made by a friend and discussed with an ambitious woman, who has shown interest in one of his projects. But when he called her to announce his departure on a trip, he learnt that she has also organized a small party. He rushed back to reassure her, and ultimately stayed at the party. Their relationship thus settles down while his work progresses. His friend is interested in her car, an antique one, for a reconstruction. A detail that everyone has ignored. By this occasion, he meets his old girlfriend again. He then agrees to collaborate with her on a project. A romance blossoms between them. When she finds out, she calls his girlfriend to reveal the secrets of her life with him. The latter discovered it , he grabs the phone and calls his g...

She realizes the enormity of her blunder, but he remains undeterred, and the little troupe finally goes to the ball, where they impress everyone with their distinction and grace. Back home, he congratulates himself  to the success of his project, with great kindness, neglecting to congratulate his main actress: the young woman. Deeply hurt, she takes refuge to the neighbors, abandons her ideas for those of the middle class, and decides to leave him. The following day, he tries to convince her to come back, but torn between her feelings for him and the prospect of possible independence, she refuses as she has refused so many things before.  He realized, as he returned home lonely, that he has finally gotten used to her. While he listens again to a record on which he had recorded her voice, she entered his office and asked for her slippers.

I love poetry because it immerses deeply in my soul. When I listen to it or read  poems, I am completely transported to another world where everything  is beautiful. If all of  our life were a poem, said by a veteran poet to his captivating beloved.  If it were as simple as poetry, as profound as poetry and as moving as poetry. Poetry says what words can not and conveys what words fail to. I love it because it is my favorite way to travel through time and space, taken  far away in poems. I can not imagine life without poetry! It would inevitably be bleak and deadly and every day would resemble to the day before. It is not just an art like any other art, nor a hobby or a talent. It is a cause, a cause as important as the importance of life and the inevitability of death. After all the destructive wars and all the extinct civilizations, we find poetry resilient to face everything. Time can not remove it, nor can disasters change it. It passed on from a generation ...

Simplistic people labeled them as deviants, but the reality is quite different. It's sometimes a departure to know oneself and at the same time to get away from everything and everyone in order to truly live and come back much more mature than before, simply because one will have had time to think better.