Insanity

Life is insanity,

Not a sequence of planned events.

When we understand this

And learn to flow with life's moods, 

We'll finally have inner peace.

My Way

It's just not like it is in the song:

The end might be near,

But I know I haven't done it

My way.

I did it as I could,

As it was possible,

Not always as I should

Have done.

Life is not a song,

Life is interaction,

Interchangeable acts

That touches us

And hurts us.

It's my way

And your way,

And their way.

No way.

I Wish I Was Sweet

Oh, I wish I was Sweet

So that you could taste me, 

Rolling me in your mouth with your tongue

And like me.

I wish I had the right amount of sugar, 

Or honey,

A person who constantly and tenderly smiles!

I Wish I Was Sweet, my dear,

And that you could only hear

Coming out of my mouth

The tenderest words ever said,

Driving into your ears

The sweetest words ever heard...

Oh, I swear I wish I was Sweet,

Diabetically sweet,

But in fact (you can tell it from the pace of my heart beat),

I think I'm just weird.

Beaming

Through the leaves, through the leaves,

Smoothly, softly,

Moved by the wind

The sun comes,

Beaming...

It combs the hair of the rain

Smoothly, softly,

And arranges them carefully

In a beautiful hair clip

Of rainbow.

Angry People

I know  a person who gets angry easily. Out of the blue, she (yes, it's a woman) starts cursing and accusing people of doing things they didn't do. In fact, she's a good person. But she has this (small?) flaw. 

When she's excited or nervous about something, she spreads this feeling all over her, affecting people's peace of mind. In these occasions, it seems that she's connected to a power socket, and has a bare wire: everyone she touches, gets a shock! When she finally leaves the place, we notice that we've become a little more irritated and tired, and for no reason!

Maybe I'm used to being alone for long periods of time, and being around people like her, might make me feel tired and unbalanced. I'm used to listening to birds singing all day, and being surrounded by things such as trees, mountains, dogs and plants. Being around people like her for a long time really drains my energy.

There are many people who behave in the same way: they think that the others are there to make their wishes come true and obey their orders. If one doesn't understand immediately what they want, they come stamping their feet towards us, faces full or rage, angry voices raised, saying how incompetent and useless we are for not having understood them the first time around. 

This person that I know is always losing things. Wherever she goes, she loses something, and while she's looking for it, she suggests that 'someone has taken' the object she's looking for. It's so bad to have people suspecting of us for something we didn't do!  I've been lightly accused by her a couple of times. And when she finally finds her missing object, which had been lost due to her own lack of organisation, she doesn't even apologise to anyone; just keeps acting as if nothing had happened. 

People like this often say that we must accept them as they are - with all their impoliteness, rudeness, and lack of good sense. The fact is that one day, they end up facing someone who treats them the same way. It always happens. But they never remember to be as understanding as they demand us to be. 

The Hummingbird

A hummingbird came into my house while I was working,

Looked at what I was doing

And quickly left through the open window.

I just stood in awe,

Enjoying its ephemeral presence, openmouthed, 

Heart pounding...

And I thought of the many birds life sends us

And we let them fly away, unnoticed... 

The Rain

The Rain

Little drops start a river.

They fall onto my dry roof

And leak to my thoughts. 

The rain has stories to tell,

Stories that reveal people`s secrets.

Little by little,

They dive

Into the river.

Life & the Sea

Our lives

Are just like the sea:

Beautiful and immense,

Mysterious and dangerous.

The sea forgives no mistakes,

Neither does life.

Live responsibly. 

The Open Door

One day I will leave,

I think I should,

 I wish I could…

But something keeps me here,

And it’s not the color of your eyes,

Or this arrogant sadness on your stance

That you never care to hide…

I think it’s this old door

That you keep open,

As if you didn’t really care

 That has me trapped at your shoes,

-I do not dare 

To break myself loose…

But one day I will leave,

I think I should,

I wish I could…

My Best New Year's Night

I was very young. I remember it was the year when they announced on TV that the star that had guided the Three Kings to Jesus would be very visible, due to a phenomenon which I can't explain now, and didn't understand very well then. The fact is that I kept looking at the sky for a long time, looking for the star, but I don't really remember seeing anything different. Thinking better, it looked like the time when they said we would see the Halley Comet - nobody did.

There were some guests in my house. Our house was small, so all doors and windows were open, and people were laughing and having a barbecue. My sister and I were teenagers, and we had a lot of friends in the neighborhood. 

After one a.m, when everybody had gone home, our friend Nando dropped by. My parents and older sisters had gone to bed, and My teenage sister and I  had put our sound system in the back yard. The sky was very starry, and the night was a little cold, so we sat on the floor, near the barbecue pit to warm ourselves a little. 

We were listening to our favorite vinyl records - there were no such things like CDs or pen drives at that time. At a certain moment, we started talking about what we expected for our futures. Our plans were all so innocent, inconsequent and none of them came true (fortunately?), but they all sounded very sensible then. My sister was older than me, and her dream was to buy a motorcycle - although she could hardly ride a bike. She had no money for such adventure, and Nando offered to buy the motorcycle with her. They'd chip in for it. Well, of course, they never did.

Years later, Nando bought himself a motorcycle that was responsible for taking his life; he had an accident, and after that, he was never the same again, and ended up dying of meningitis that he caught when he was in hospital. But before that happened, we were friends for some years. He was just 25 when he died. 

I was very shocked when I got to know about his death, and I did not attend the funeral; had no courage. We weren't so close at that time anymore, because we all had started working and studying and had many things to do. I kept thinking on how stupid life could be - why did we have so many dreams if most of them would never come true? Why did people had to die at such an early age?

Well, I had no answers. And many people I knew died at very early ages after that. It was very hard for me to deal with each of those deaths. 

I just wanted to write about my best New Year's night, and look at the mess I've made! Sorry, but my heart always takes control of my mind when I'm writing. Anyway, that was my best New Year's night. Nothing special happened. We didn't see the star, we didn't even see a flying saucer. We saw nothing but the flames getting dim and the morning light coming from behind the mountains. And we heard nothing but my father's voice, angry and sleepy, saying that it was about time we went to bed.

So we did.

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry for the world,

Victim of intolerance,

Premises for destruction,

Road to insolence.

I'm sorry for Aleppo

And its children,

But most of all,

I'm sorry for those souls

Who will certainly burn in hell

For everything they've done,

For everything they're doing.

It's sad to live in a world

Where the end 

Would be the less hurtful thing.

No Feet

She had no feet; just slided across the floor,

And slowly raised her head

To look into open windows. 

Suddenly,

She hissed and moved her split tongue

Speaking a sinuous language

That only she could understand. 

Shshsh!!!

Life & Fun

Life must be fun.

But you shouldn't make fun of life.

It might kill you.

"Love is in the Air!"

"Love is in the air!"

(...and it seems that it won't land again so soon...)

What a Mess!

I look around

And I find out

I'd rather not open my eyes.

For what I see, 

I think the world is ending,

And there's no way to disguise it.

What a damn mess!

It seems that chaos

Has come, at last!

I rest my head

Upon my hand

And watch what's left

Go down the drain...

A Farter

A farter

Is frequently someone 

Who thinks they should not refrain

Their natural physiological need

(Not even hiding their traces)

Until they find another one

Who farts in their faces.

ODDITY

What we see 

When we look in the mirror

Is an inverted image of ourselves,

Exactly the image

That others see

When they look at us.

FANTASIES

There was a clown hidden in the backstage

Below the canvas of a bankrupt circus.

He dreamed of the girl who flew high in the air,

His heart, a mixture of love and rage.

For he knew he’d never fly as high,

And for that reason, wouldn’t reach his aim

Of touching her; thus, lost in derision,

He picked up the glitter which still remained

On the floor, under her, at the end of the show,

He gazed upon, pretending that she was still there…

And the girl who flew was as cold as snow

Never looked at him, never minded or cared.

But the glitter shone on the clown’s fingertips,

On the blade of the knife he was holding then…

In the flying girl’s eyes, what she last had seen

-An untold secret, an unbearable pain…

Say Something

Say something?

I'll say something

When  I have

Something to say.

A Sad Joke

My country nowadays

Is a joke all over the world,

Either told by God

Or by the Devil himself. 

It's not funny anymore,

Because repeatedly,

The one who's telling it

Forgets how to the story ends...

-(Well done!)

The listeners stand,

Smiles broken on their faces,

Waiting for the last laugh

Which never comes.