If I could build  a time machine...
I  would jump back 20 years and look for your eyes...
I know I would recognize those eyes in any dimension...
Those eyes are timeless...
Deep and eternal...
If I had met you 20 years ago...
I would have asked right away if you wanted to start a life with me...
I can't say what you would have answered...
But I would have asked anyways...
If I had met you 20 years ago...
I would be perhaps calling you my love today...
Instead, today I just call you by your name...
But it does not matter...
I was still blessed to meet you...
The memory  of your beautiful eyes and the candor of your smile will keep me happy and company for as long as I live...
Even if life takes us on different paths...
I pray for your happiness...
And I am sure you will find it...
For you deserve it...

Yesterday I noticed your eyes...
Today I said I like you...
Tomorrow I will probably say I love you...
I wish yesterday had happened 20 years ago...
You mean so much to me...
That in 20 years I will probably still see you as the beautiful angel I met...
Yesterday...

I am thunder...
You are lightning...
For you are faster than I am..
And I can never catch you...
That is how I feel right now...
Always chasing your love and your kisses...
But I never get one or the other...
We are so close...
And yet so far...
Separated by the rain and the storm,,
Remember my lightning...
I will never stop looking for you...
Even if not holding hands..
I can take solace in the fact Lightning  and Thunder are always close to each other...
So at least I get to see you...
Even for a second..
That is how fast lightning strokes are...
And maybe that is why you struck my heart..
Good day my love..
I will wait for a storm...
So I can see you again...

Hi 21st Century...
Your birthday is approaching...
And you will be turning 21 in a few hours...
So your teen ages are coming to an end...
You had some well behaved years...
Some bad behaved years...
But let me tell you...
This year was the worst...
Maybe you didn't do it on purpose...
Perhaps you didn't know better...
But 2020 is a year many of us will want to forget...
And some of us will remember for the wrong reasons...
I can't get a cake for your birthday as we are on lockdown...
So I will just whisper "happy birthday, 21st century" at midnight tonight...
And hope your twenties will be good for all humankind....

Why do I keep looking for you?
Even though you keep ignoring me?
And perhaps even lying to me?
Because I love you...
Love seems to be blind, deaf...
And apparently...
Immune to pain...
But I am not...
I am hurting...
But I still love you...
And I have not lost hope...
If this is not love... I do not know what it is...

I only think of you once a day...
From the moment I wake up...
Until the moment my eyes close for the night...
Then I dream of you while sleeping...
So you are in my mind for just 24 hours...
I wish the days were longer...
But it does not matter...
You have a spot in my heart...
And that means I will think of you for an eternity...

Legend says Aladdin rubbed a magic lamp to get the genie out...
My soul must be then an old magic lamp...
For when it  gets rubbed by what my eyes see and my heart feels...
It starts blowing poems and sonnets in the wind...
Like a magic carpet the wind takes my poetry all over the place...
For anyone who likes romanticism, passion and dreams...
The world is magic...
It is there for you to see and enjoy...
I am sure all of us have a genie inside...
Let him or her out...
Enjoy life...
I  love life and see it as a wonderful, magical fantasy that I never want it to end...

I can't think of a different definition of parenthood...
Than raising our kids with love and care...
While making every effort for them to have a better life and upbringing from the one we had...
Not an easy enterprise...
And it is easier said than done...
But this is what real, caring parents do...
And this is a torch that if passed from generation to generation...
Will make every generation happier than the one before...
Not all parents think like this...
So this is a message for all parents...
The ones who follow this line of thinking...
And those one who don't...
Maybe these lines are not a poem...
And perhaps parenthood is not poetry either...
But having the satisfaction of knowing your kids turned out well in life...
Because you gave your life and efforts to raise them...
Is perhaps the most beautiful poem that it can exist...

I have no regrets...
I did my best to help you and to get a smile out of you...
And I did it from the bottom of my heart...
I can understand things didn't work between us...
But I can't fathom how cold you really are...
I guess I really didn't know you...
I always saw you as a diamond...
But like me, and like everyone else on the path of life...
You are just a stone, a pebble...
I made the mistake of idolizing you...
The more you idolize someone...
The more hurtful and painful it can get...
Still...
What I did for you...
Did it out of love...
And I  have no regrets...
And I wish you the best...

So this is it...
It is over...
Funny, I don't think it ever started...
For we were always afraid...
And full of of fears...
But that is life...
It showed us a path...
And we could have taken it together...
But we chose not to....
And now we are just walking  separately...
On different paths...
So we blew it...
But it is not over...
For it never started...
I wish you the best...
For when you love someone...
You can only wish good things...
No matter where you are...
Or who is walking by your side...

My day ended yesterday with me hearing your voice over the phone...
So I went to sleep as happy as I could be...
For your voice has the power to soothe my spirit...
Your voice and the memory of your eyes have the power to send me in to heaven...
And I feel like floating on air...
And feel the desire to fly far in space...
Just so I can get closer to the stars of your eyes...
And the galaxy of your heart...
All I can think of now is reading poetry to you by candlelight...

I have seen your eyes on summer days....
Winter days...
Fall days...
Even in a dark room at midnight...
While our bodies exchanged love and passion....
And it does not matter how bright or dark it is...
Your eyes make any day a spring day...
For your eyes are a reflection of your kindness...
And an endless source of inspiration for my soul...
For without those eyes...
I would not be a poet...
Just a collector of words...

This is what I feel when writing poetry...
My heart and my soul are set free...
They can roam the universe...
Without any fears...
Poetry is the fuel for my dreams...
It is my way to show the world who I am...
I feel liberated...
For poetry is not just nice words and sonnets...
It is  way of life...

I want to have a poem factory...
I don't need much...
Some paper...
A pencil...
Inspiration...
If I could look at your eyes for an eternity...
I could write 24 hours a day...
For your eyes bring so much inspiration...
Einstein said the universe is infinite...
And your eyes are an infinite source of inspiration...
So your eyes are really a universe...
At least... they are my universe...

I must be a clock...
For I count the seconds until I see you again...
Those seconds are slow...
So slow...
As if time was not moving...
And when I see you again...
Time flies...
And no matter how long I see your eyes...
It is not long enough...
If a clock hands revolve around the clock's dial...
My heart revolves around you...

It is like I saw you for the first time today..

Your eyes look so deep and bright as the first time I saw them....

Your smile as fresh and radiant as ever...

It is like your beauty never ends...

Your most beautiful attribute,, however...

Is your kindness...  

It will never extinguish...

Which is a blessing for all who are fortunate enough to know you..

It was a cold winter day...
Gloomy and overcast...
I went for a short walk in the park...
With all the snow on the ground...
The gloomy sky and the trees without a single leaf...
It just looked like the world was black and white...
As if there were no colors to enjoy...
Then I got to talk to you over the phone...
Just by hearing your voice everything changed...
Everything came to life...
The sky displayed the colors of  a rainbow...
The wind became a symphony...
I even heard birds chirping...
By the time I said goodbye I even saw red rose petals being blown in the wind...
Your voice must be magic...
For it has the power of bringing colors to my day...
Even if I close my eyes...

Is there a way to stop time?
I wish there was...
So I could stop it when I hear you or I see you...
It would be heaven if I could see you or hear you for an eternity...
Luckily the memories of your eyes, your smile and your voice are eternal...

I like you and respect you...
But I also like and respect myself...
And I love you so much...
But I also need to start loving myself again...
I  let my world completely  rotate around you...
To the point  I even stopped loving myself...
It is time to man up and move on...
I always thought you were a woman worth  going home to...
Maybe you are...
For another man...
Not for me...
Not after the way you treated me...
Not that you had any obligation...
But at least you could have been honest and sincere...
And not play with my feelings...

It is snowing again...
Once the snowfall ended...
You went out to shovel the snow...
And then it started snowing again...
And I think I know why...
The word spread about your beautiful eyes...
So it is only natural snowflakes kept coming...
For any snowflake would love to be melted at the sight of those eyes...
Such is their warm...
I wish I was a snowflake...
Maybe I am one...
I always melt when you are near...

Just a few weeks ago I said I didn't have enough of your kisses...
Not enough of your time...
Not enough of your company...
Now I say I've had enough of you...
Your lies...
You used me...
And I can't emphasize enough how I despise you...
I don't need your crumbs...
I've just had enough...

It is a clear night...
On the chilly side...
I can see the stars over the mountains...
Can't really fall asleep...
The mountains seem to have a magic effect on me...
They are majestic...
I feel in awe when seeing them...
Like your eyes...
They are magic..
How I wish I was hearing your voice right now...
That sweet melody would work like a lullaby for my soul...
Then I could fall asleep and dream of you...
I hope I can dream of you regardless...

Legend has it that Mars and Earth were once a single planet...
Born when the universe was created...
Gravity and the universe did their part...
And the two inseparable friends grew apart...
Moving fast and erratically throughout the universe...
They did not see each other for millions of years...
And they had lost hope of seeing each other again...
Nature acts in mysterious ways...
The same nature that separated them...
Brought them together again once the solar system was created...
Mars was so happy to see Earth again...
He carved a moon out of his own mountains...
And sent it to orbit the Earth...
So that  Earth would not feel alone...
No one knows if this legend is true or not...
The truth is that today I am sending you this poem...
In the same way that the legend says that Mars sent a Moon to Earth...
Because poetry is in itself a universe...
Where each poem is a World...

To all women...
Every woman is a living poem...
Every woman's eyes are a sonnet...
Every woman's smile is a ray of hope
Every woman's heart  is a treasure....
Women should be celebrated every day..
Not just on Women's day...
Women have my respect and admiration...
Not just today...
But everyday....

This is a game I never learned how to play...
I always seemed to lose when I played it...
And I had lost interest in it...
Until I saw you in the game room...
Then I became it an addict to this game...
For I want to win...
Your heart...

And here I am...
On a sunny Friday morning...
Holding on to my  thoughts...
Writing my first poem of the day...
For writing poetry is now part of my identity..
Maybe it has always been...
And I never realized it..
I can not paint...
I can not create sculptures..
But I can create verses and sonnets...
I can paint romance with my words...
I can sculpt  dreams with my poems...
For poetry is as beautiful as any other art...
I admire all types of art...
And enjoy a painting as much as I enjoy a poem..
I will continue to share these words with anyone who wants to read...
I will keep holding on to  dreams and my words forever..

Not sure if it is because of the season...
Or the fact we are in the northern hemisphere...
But I noticed lately the sun rises after 9 am...
Or at least that is when I notice there is light out there...
Maybe it is because I get to hear the voice of an angel everyday after 9 am...
Will stop writing here...
It is almost time for my sunrise...

At some point in my life...
After getting lost in your eyes...
And succumbing to your kisses...
And under the spell of your smile...
I thought I had found my soul mate...
And was willing to move heaven and earth just to be with you...
You were the first thing that came to my mind when I woke up...
The last thing I was thinking of before my eyes closed for the night...
And then you were in my dreams...
I have never met a woman like you...
You were my priority...
My number one reason to live...
But now I feel I am at the bottom of the barrel...
Maybe even underneath the barrel...
I feel I am the last on your priority list...
And I think I am not even part of that list...
I have to beg to hear your voice...
I feel humiliated...
And heart broken...
Live your life and be happy...
For I can only wish good things happening to you...
As for me, time for me to get out of this barrel...
I used to be crazy about you...
Now I don't know if I want to see you...
For I  am afraid of being hurt...
Two can play the game of love....
But two can also play the game of indifference....

How I wish I was a turtle...
So I could live a slow life...
A life where every second would last an hour...
A life with no stress...
No rush...
Where I could have time to enjoy my thoughts...
And ignore my fears...
A life where I would have time to reach my goals and my dreams...
And be protected by a hard shell...
A shell where I could hide when I want to be on my own...
But Alas...
I am not a turtle...
And time around me flies...
Flies so fast as if it hiding from my past...
And even faster when it tries to reach my future...
Barely leaving time for the present...
I will try to keep up with the fast pace of life...
That's all I can do...
I will also try to think like a turtle...
And take life slowly as peacefully as possible...
That is one of the secrets of happiness....
Also, if life goes slowly...
I will enjoy even more of your company...

I have dreamed of your eyes..

I have dreamed of your smile..

I have dreamed of your kisses..

I have dreamed of passionate nights with you..

But the most beautiful dream of them all..

Is the one where you run on a grassy field..

Shoe less..

Wearing a long dress..

With your open arms ..

With a beautiful smile..

As if embracing the wind and the sun...

And you look so happy and content..

For you see.. light of my days..

There is nothing more wonderful than dreaming of your happiness..

You inspire a poem every time my heart beats...

I adore you....

I carry a camera...
And I take tens of photos a day...
I realized today my soul is also a camera...
A camera that only wants to take photos of you...
For the radiance of your smile...
And the spark of your eyes...
Are so beautiful when captured by a regular camera...
But my soul is able to capture your kindness and your resilience...
Just by looking deep in to your eyes I can tell how sweet and resilient you are...
My soul just wants to see you happy...
That is perhaps the one photo my soul wants to take...
A photo of you being happy....

It snowed last night...
There must be millions of snowflakes out there...
I like to think each snowflake is a new word..
So if I was going to go out there and blow on the snow I could form new sentences every time...
The first time words could read "smile for the world"...
If I was going to try again it would read "world of smiles.." or "world for smiles"
All of them nice things
Or what about "life is happiness "...
Or "happiness is life"..
Or "your eyes are the light of the world"... or "the light of the world are your eyes"..
The point here is there are many ways to say nice things, and many ways to be happy...
As there are many, many, many snowflakes out there.. there are infinite ways to be happy and enjoy life..
Be happy..
Life is beautiful...
So are you...

I am a year older...
Says the calendar...
It is all the same, really...
For I lost track of how many calendars I have seen...
Maybe the calendar is trying to avenge the other fellow calendars I've ignored for so long...
The truth is...
I lost track of time after I met you...
And, yes, it is my birthday...
But I don't count how many years I have lived...
From now  on, I will only count the number of  years it will take me to  forget you...
For you misled me...
You made me believe you had feelings for me...
And you used me...
Who knows how many birthdays I will have to endure before I'm finally over you...
Today, I will sit here, with a candle...
Not even a cake...
And will sing...
Happy birthday to me...

Just let the night embrace you....
Your smile is a shiny star....
So the night welcomes you with open arms....
Just mingle with all others out there in the sky. .
This is a world where everyone is happy....
Where roses and stars sing together....
This is the only place where a rose petal becomes a star at night.,,
And is born again as a rose petal at dawn...

There is a full moon tonight...
Bright and beautiful...
Thousand full moons together are no match for the warm and sweetness of your eyes...
I will stand under the moon light tonight and repeat one thousand times...
I love you...
Maybe neither you or the moon will hear it...
But it's true...
I love you...

And here I am...
Alone with my thoughts..
Me and my thoughts are one and the same...
The mind and the spirit can never be quarantined...
My words..
My thoughts...
My feelings...
will always be there...
Poetry is a reflection of who I am...
What I feel..
What I long for...
What my dreams are...
Time will go by...
Quarantine will end someday...
If I have learned anything of these times...
Is I am never alone...
For music, poetry, thoughts... even people and neighbors are there for each other...
And there is always something to share...
Even if just a smile by someone 2 meters away....