Simple and vivid
Friendship remains so easy
An opener for Love

I hear the sounds of the heart
When they arrive up in my shore
Though I may feel a bit apart,
Or rest a bit unsure

But the music is within
Being played inside of us
Making miracles unseen
Let's give hands and dance thus,

If you see me in the clouds
In the moon of my own thoughts
Come and rescue me from doubts

You will be my admired escort
That never had to shout
To lead me in the dance court.

As my memory ran through the most difficult days I had
I remembered that I never had imagined that peace would come.

My life had been torn for so long that I became a Ghost,
I would deliver myself to that hoping to fight the real.

Then I remember the first day of my Life,
When you came, and my face was at the ground level
seating my paws, on the dark... between paddles...

I did not know you, or your intentions,
I could not suppose of an unknown feeling
That home feeling...

How could I know
But now I do
That this was the first day of my Life.

There is something beautiful here
The grass getting burnt
The scent in the atmosphere
The pink sunset in the front

The post sign vertical still
Cutting in the sky
That old house up in the hill
To where I point the eye

That big tree that is wide
And forms a round circle
The castle lit in the mountain

There is nothing aside
The time is slow and a turtle
Is crossing nearby a fountain.

Because we own nothing in this world
I shall say goodbye.
Firstly, to things I love
Secondly, to the worryness.

So that free from possession
Of things that ultimately are not mine
I can love them much more
And worry much less

Trusting that I can give
Without taking from tomorrow
And being more whole
Without sorrow.

There is a path
That takes you home.

Crossing the fields
Where many before you
Used for a while.

Here, pink and violet petals
Colour at spring
And green and yellow strokes
Make a wider ring.

Over the bush lines
Houses rise and fall
Where some tall pines
Used to be tall.

But the path goes on
And is never still.

Before it looked as a ladder
Going to the top
But on the path saddle
The view was getting cropped.

So you stop looking a way
And you start enjoying the ride
And it more it gives you a sway
For fun, you make it stride.

And the path is taking you home
This is all I know from my side.
And I enjoy to see it bright.

Everything is simple
When you look at me
Full of unintended hope.

Light glows at your feet,
A twist of carefree,
Handy as a rope
Tied at a tree.

Can't be complicated
The way you turn things.
It can't be too bad,
When you have angel wings?

I keep up
Under your unforced gravity,
Irresistible majesty
When you smile at me.

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Can't be complicated
When you have angel wings?
It can't be too bad,
The way you turn things.

I keep up near,
Under your light swings!

Cat's eye
Bonjour,

J'essaie la douceur
Du jour
L'esprit d'Avis
Dans le corps d'un soleil
Que range les âmes
Parmis les secours
D'un frère et ses prières

Mes affaires sont tous
Valables et pures

As such does the smile
Not knowing who wears it
The flowers will grow

Life is so quick
Like a burning log
Burning very thick
Making intense fog

And finally it passes
As an end of show
Turning into ashes
And swept by a blow.

Since smiling is free
And it comes with no burden
The only apparent fee
Is to know how to do it often.

I lived in a house of despair
One where smile did not enter
Or where it was very rare
To come in that house center

How could I invite smile to stay in
If my house was so poor
Made of bricks and thin tin?

I know now this was a lure
That I decided to win
Through being more often pure.

Hello
My little loving girl
Have you smelled the scent of roses today,
Around the borders of your house?!

They were made at God's atelier
table,
Hand crafted with magic hands

Have you noticed how well they have grown,
Upon on your walls shade
And happy for your water

Cherish the results
Of what you cared for
Little loving girl

Where you carry your love
is your happiness.

To love we need to know
We need to pass the door of knowledge.
And that door is not open to anyone:
We can only pass beyond where we are welcome.
Until then it's only supposition.

We also need the courage to love.
To pass the Unknown limits.
An adventure that is only possible following our intuition...
Let's be frank: we cannot love everything we want,
We need to find the right key to our own doors.

Love and knowledge are thus bound.
Such as reciprocal will.
At the extent of possibility love is rare
And therefore it is also a miracle.

Love is also a portal of magical feelings.
A sentiment of admiration and irresistible craving.
True and superior love go even beyond that,
Surpassing our own intentions in benefit of a higher love.

"Love hurts", we all know that.
But at some point we all need to be hurt
And staging our hurt feelings for an unprecedent love.

The love we have with ourselves
A self love that revolves
Made of deep connection with knowledge
And unites for greater love.

When I was young
I was little
Could not see much further.

I could dream
Speculate,
And walk over branches.

Not everything went as I wanted
Things got a little strange sometimes.
But I would find different things
To grasp and adjust to them.

Danger was there always.

I looked at you in a gentle way
You had an open confident Smile
But I could not even hi say

Later we got to connect
In a very precious day.
Hard to find words to reflect.

That was funny we had to meet
A few years later
And it was really sweet

But I was younger
And saw things different.
Could not know how to keep
The best version.

I guess we don't know how to see
The best Things, the best way
So If I go back to the top of that tree
Where my childhood often sees
The best to come, a hope in me
I think I want to stay.

To all who follow
More than is needed,
To the one who heeds
The silent whispers
Trust with your heart.

Leave dusty roads
Where you often meet.
Take your own path
When crossroads greet.

And if you are lost
And secluded
Retreat
And rally
Back on your feet.

My aunt was pretty,
More than she is now.
She had vivid eyes
And a witty look.

One day she took me home,
Walking down the road.
I was five, and she, thirty-five,
And she gave me the safer side
While she held my hand.

Judging by the years gone by,
That aunt is not the same.
But she still has that look—
Those black button eyes.

Funny to the bone,
Until I crack and smile.
She still makes me feel alive,
And she sits like she’s five.

...Straight and lit,
Ready for the next move.
That’s why I wonder why—
If time could be just a lie.