Struggling to find the words I stare at the screen
For in words I live a life which I dare to dream
Lack of much sentences in person
Poetries and stories define me in writing
An easy person to write off for others
But those who know me , think am angel with feathers
Truth of me still a mystery
Exploring myself in each phase
This poem a poetic justice of me?
A part of me or an exaggeration ?
Not guilty of anything is all I will plea.
The duty-free shops at the airport spoil you for choices.
Your wallet spoils your choices.
I sometimes daydream about past friendships or relationships. How things were left unfinished for a reason and others unknown. How a conversation now would go or feel.
Either way, no matter what happened to whom ever I crossed that I no longer have in my life, I wish them all well.
After all, we all are fighting for the same things.
Dentre todos os lugares do mundo, resolveu naquele peito se aninhar.
As batidas do coração alheio, moviam-lhe as próprias.
- H. Lagos
Knowing what is love,
is the most enlightened thing
that can happen to anyone.
It will let you things to come and go;
to be as supple as the wind.
And take everything that comes
with great courage.
Like a good friend once told me:
"Life is right in any case,
My heart is as open as the sky."
JUST A THOUGHT...
Walking through the darkness, I'm wondering once again.
Am I dark or light? Am I good or am I just hiding my evil side?
I came from the above and infinite.
I am not inclinated to no one side
and I don’t need to pretend to be normal, I AM JUST ME.
I choose the side of life
but I don’t understand why I’m still here.
Surrounded by smoke and ashes;
with my bare feet
passing through a fearsome volcano;
feeling those hot and pointy rocks.
Felling that burning breeze that caresses my whole face
and which makes my hair move around.
How can I shine with so much chaos around me?
I can scream but no one can hear me.
I can cry diamonds instead of tears but nobody is there to at leas...
Nasceu a flor
Para enfeitar o jardim, a rua...
Enquanto as pessoas caminham,
Para dar luz ao redor e deixar a cidade,
Ou o campo a fazenda,
mais bonita, alegre e
Simpática mais do que já é.
I'm trying to hold on a little longer because I'm losing strength, feels like I'm fighting while dying this heart is numb! My Power has lost faith these open scars will bleed because my open wounds heals in time.
The cosmos is
We are made
We are a way
for the universe
to know itself.
Estamos muy contentos de poder haber disfrutado de tu compañía en Bali. Ha sido increíble.
Este año he disfrutado mucho contigo en Madrid y también aquí.
Muchas gracias por querer siempre estar con nosotros. Nunca olvidaré tu viaje a Bali.
Esperamos poder repetir.
Sin duda el mundo es un pañuelo.
Inspired by the song "Mountains" of Hans Zimmer, I wrote this:
My eyes were wide open to see
the warm and beautiful sunset
right in front me.
The sun was decorating the sky with vibrant colors as pink and orange.
I was standing still in a middle of the park.
Just breathing and staring to the sky
admiring those beautiful colors.
Nature can be the most exquisite artist
using the sky as its own canvas.
Then suddenly someone in the distance could recognizes me
just standing on the grass, feeling those yellow flowers with my bare feet.
That is when I closed my eyes while I took a deep breath, feeling the breeze and the warm sunlight caring my cheeks.
He was walking toward me