How small we are…

How small we are. How many days we live being as we must, thinking automatically, walking in the same direction… How many hours we spent counting our hopes in the middle of nothing. Because we don’t know how many lives we would have, or if we will be able to know which life we are or were living. It’s hard to realize that everything we build with our presence could fade away in a second. We remain in others minds and memories… But how can we last forever? Is there going to be a time when people forget about Aristotle, … Continue reading How small we are…

I’ve fallen in love a million times over.

I’ve fallen in love a million times over. I’m still falling in love with life… I fall every second of every minute of every hour of every day. I fall in love like tears leaking from the eyes of a hysterical woman who just realized that she drowned her own dreams in a tub. Too many to count; too many times to fathom. I fall like I’m abusing gravity, entangling it like an accomplice, coercing it like hostage. Like the only time I’m willing to serve is the time it takes to gasp between peak and botom. I fall so … Continue reading I’ve fallen in love a million times over.

I just know…

What I know about feeling is that it is raw. And it takes so much courage. It takes just so much courage to feel than to shut yourself off from anyone and from anything. I believe that we should let everything touch us. We should be able to let feeling in not shut it out. Each kind of feeling, each shade of complicated emotion. We should let it touch us, haunt us, kiss us, kill us: we need to surrender to its wholeness, whatever that is. I’m not suggesting a passive attitude when I’m saying “let the world touch you”. … Continue reading I just know…

I love you…

I love you for the poetry of things said as if I had never before said word: an importance, a meaning, a royalty, a swallow even from the contented lips that make me heavens. I lived with silences like unconscious mourning for not knowing about you. Whatever you said to me was an old newspaper page, formality, filling, a catalog of conveniences necessary to survive the days… ❤     Continue reading I love you…

Every poem…

Every poem has more truth than what eyes can read, what ears can hear, what tongues can taste, what hands can feel and how hearts can break. You’re the truth in every verse. You’re my truth in every touch. You’re my truth in every spilled ink tear drop falling to the paper and kissing the earth. You’re my truth in every ache. You’re my truth in every kiss that said to the horizon, come back soon, come back soon. You’re my truth in every sound that says, I’m home. You’re my truth and you’re my absolute. If the sky fell … Continue reading Every poem…

A tale

And the fog came, thick, gray, and cool on her skin. Opening her mouth she inhaled the air, hoping the fog would cleanse her insides. Hoping that it would clear her heart and her mind of him. Of his taste, his scent… the mark he left on her soul. She loved him, after all this time, but she wasn’t in love with him anymore. She wanted to be free of his memory, of his everything. So she stood staring at the water watching the fog swallow it; swallow her. Hoping, begging, praying that the universe would hear her plea and … Continue reading A tale