Writings in English: poems,reflections or other feelings and thoughts exposed. Although you cannot find the chronicles from the Portuguese language section here, I hope you can enjoy the reading.

The two towers


I’m living in two worlds that are one in essence. I’m dealing with myself. My ups and downs. Trying to reach a new day, trying to preserve my dreams, trying to understand future in many ways.
My faith is what my mind believes. My power is what my eyes cannot see. My life is a mystery that words couldn’t describe or define. I’m living in two towers, two lives in one. Two indefinite desires, two fates.
I’m not a man I used to be. That easy and pure smile fainted away. But I have inside of me
A light to shine brighter and a sun to give me warmth. My destiny and my life is more than others people can get or time can measure. I’m living in two towers , one is called past and the other some people call present or future promises. My life is more than a perfect painting someone supposes to do. My soul is free like many birds in a gray sky. My soul is where I long to be. Far from solitude, far from hurting memories. Getting closer to the happiness I have dreamed.

Today


I can’t see an exit, an answer beyond the appearances , without names to remember, or eyes which cannot see me the way I am.
I’m not a question mark, a dark mystery. Saying NO to everything one day I believed.
I’m better than people suppose. I don’t make plans for future ‘cos life is made to be shared today. I don’t know if that old north wind blows from outside or inside of me.
I’m older and tired , and my smile cannot reflect old dreams. Along the stream I am the river and the ocean. I still believe.
I’m a child in a mature body, a dreamer soul flying free and high.
All pain doesn’t make any difference at all, and my time says that today is the first day for the first step toward to the unknown place.
I’m the lighthouse in the darkness. Sea and earth in the middle of a imaginary desert.
A mirage in my eyes, a desire stronger than my fears. There’s a hope behind my tears and an enchanted gesture that I cannot explain.


A Lesson to be shared


We need more poetry in our lives in a realistic way, because when we feel ourselves weak, our faith can give us a renewed energy inside and it begins each day when our hearts are strong enough to smile again like a sunny day inside of us. We have wins and fails and sometimes through the window pale in a rainy or snowy day there’s a light shining and a gentle intention, a kind of affection that crosses frontiers, borders and make that dream comes true because of our desires and it can burns like a fire, a flame in the dark, a teardrop rolling silently to remind us that hope is part of our names and nothing can makes our life time painting fades away or makes disappear our strong belief , our generous gesture. Searching for a peaceful place , a quiet empty space to be filled with the joy we collected after those storms in our life story. A time of love and glory , a time we cannot regret. But we have to confess that poetry can hurts deep and we keep on overcoming some obstacles, like broken bridges we built and curing scars and wounds, our hearts are safe and sound. There are no more clouds in the sky of our eyes. There’s just you and me living where a feeling can rhymes with eternity.
Love is timeless in every language we say.
Love is beyond the rules or contracts, is above religions or hate.
Love is like a gem, we never touch, but wishes to belong.
Love is strong and soft. But love can be lost when we don’t confess.
Loves never regrets the joy and pain.
Love always remains with other names.
Love is unconditional.

A gesture without fear
A rhyme without pain

I want to have that attitude which takes me to a special place. Fresh air to share my oxygen that I’m missing. Eyes from a person who doesn’t know himself well as if the truth was blinding us.
Having that right word to alert your lazy mind in winter time. Listening other sounds from yourself. A gift to be stronger and valiant. Not being a coward because of that lack of attitude. In everything that change my gesture and become coherent.
I don’t want to live sharing solitudes and failing for silly things. Without reasons of being isolated from the world and everything I created one day.
In a simple gesture I look for my inner peace and how to build with love that won’t disappear along the years. I’m my voice, my way and my faith. God is inside of us in many ways, with several names to call him.
Even other things can bore and hurt me. I’m that man who survives from the storms.
I just look at the stars wondering a brighter day with that strange smile in my face. Where sadness is just a mere memory from the past., a teardrop we forget, a scar we cured with generosity in our souls.
There’s no rhyme to the endless sea where a gesture can contain a hundred words in a glimpse of time.

A place to call home

When you feel yourself lonely and nobody is by your side
There’s a light shining inside
It’s somewhere you’re not able to see it.
There’s a dream waiting to come true,
And there are promises you’ve never made.
A place to forget the blues
A place to call home.
A safe place where we forget the boundaries,
No more lonely nights, no dark sky.
Where your faith makes miracles
And distance is our test of time.
When you have lived so many life experiences
And even a gentle Autumn leaf can reminds us how existence is precious and deep.
When you have suffered as if you were walking on broken glass
Relationships starts and finishes and there’s nothing to regret.
Some rainy days can prevent us to see the sun or the moon
But when the clouds disappear there’s a day totally new.
We meet people every day on the streets
But sometimes we don’t learn from them or by our unforgivable mistakes.
A place to call home is where we long to live
A place to hold hands, share kisses and mutual beliefs .
Where love is more than a simple definition
Where life is hard and sweet
We’ll meet two souls so afraid to survive alone
A place to call home is where they both can express themselves
A sunny smile like a rainbow after the storm
It’s never too late to live the life you’ve always desired
Life is still a light that we keep lit the fire .
A place to call home begins in you.


Life Mysteries


We can tell our mysteries
But life is more than a dream we wait too long.
We can tell how loneliness can hurt
But we can’t cure scars in our souls.
We can make promises and pray everyday
But we can’t predict what kind of life we deserve.
We can see the sun and the moon in different ways
But we can’t forget the blues and dream away.
We live far from each other, beyond an endless ocean
We live what life can give us
We deserve that friendship without any prejudice
Our existence is just a dream we want to share
Our reality is a challenge, not a nightmare.
We can’t touch our hands, but we can protect our friends.
We develop emotions with precious meanings
It’s not a sensual love we feel
It’s pure and it’s real.
It’s a mystery we can’t explain.


Brave heart

Life is a mystery we decipher each day,
in the lines of our hands, in the traces on our face,
in the reflex of our eyes,
in a pure gentle generous gesture of enchantment .
Life is exactly what we desire
and we light the fire with our heart,
like a drum beating faster than a thunder.
Those moments are getting stronger inside of us.
Life is like a poem we are always rewriting.
A fragile subtle touch in eternity.
Sooner or later we are going to be there.
Love is everywhere you feel yourself brave enough to try again.


Our lifetime story


A gentle heart like a soft breeze in autumn
A generous smile with all the stars shining in his eyes
A peaceful place where we don’t need to say more goodbye
I’m here as we were yesterday
I’m here and I have more to say.
Where words become gestures and feelings become a pure light inside.
A real safe place, a house to call sweet home
A desire beyond the dreams
A courage that overcomes the extremes.
Love has several names and challenges we face
Like a mature decision we cannot regret
We just have one chance to bet in the future and forget the past.
We can fly like a silver bird, a steel eagle in the skies
We fly over the pacific ocean while all the pain is let behind.
A relationship is based on mutual understanding
But everything depends on how much we know about each other
How to forgive and really care about without demanding.
Our lives is meaningful as a river crossing frontiers
Our heart is powerful like a thunder crossing the sky
That’s why I’ll never say what I cannot feel
Because love and friendship is something deep and real.
I’ll never tell you easy lies
Because you are so important to me
And even without wings you can make my heart flies.
I’ll never promise or swear you what I cannot fulfil
Life is happening everyday even with that teardrop rolling in the dark
Life is part of you and me and I’ll never be so far from you.
We forget the blues on a happy hot sunny Sunday
We remember distance and make it shorter
We make the difference each day.


Commitments

I can see a mature love who is brave enough to challenge time and space
Rescuing a deep real feeling that is growing up inside of us .
It’s more than an impression or a dream we can imagine.
It’s more than solitude can create in our minds,
It’s like a drop of water into the sea,
And it makes the difference , definitely it does.
We had our own life experiences and learned from them,
And somehow we are ready at the right time to do all the efforts
To see a dream ( a sincere intention) becomes reality,
A generous one full of all caring, sharing and sincerity.
We don’t even know what is going to happen
at that moment when we meet each other for the first time
And in a glimpse of heaven our inner lights produce a gentle touch in our souls.
I’m sure it will be more than our eyes can predict or express,
It’ll be more than a caress or physical pleasure can translate into words.
We have a valuable gem, a precious stone called friendship until now,
But we have a real chance to become life partners
Forgiving our weak points and learning how to deal with the good ones.
We’ll be like two stars when they collide,
Two worlds which had always lived apart
And one day decided to share the same universe as close as they can.
Life commitment is something deep, profound and unique in beauty.
Self respect and self esteem is one of the delicate points in a relationship
And without any recipe in how leading a better life together
People like us will live forever in heart and soul as long as they can.
As long as they understand what life is concerned to and when misunderstanding appears They have to struggle together against it in order to overcome an unstable situation,
A conflict, an easy mistake.
Life commitment involves patient and maturity
And when two people decide to walk side by side
They have to try to find ways to make things happen,
One supporting the other.
Two becoming one in a realistic way.
A helping hand at any time,
more than friends can be, more than lovers can feel,
More than brothers can really care.
Being a couple is believe in your counterpart
Even when you don’t agree or your point view about life differs a little.
Understanding his habits and bad mood at times.
A person can be stubborn and lazy
And we living in a world that sometimes seems to be crazy.
A couple can face inner storms
And when one day they don’t really love each other anymore
They can have at least a deep mutual respect in the end.

Wings made of glass

Relationships are made of filters, transparent canvas. In the fragile and the strong points, that touch in the heart, that soul language. In those things we can’t express, where words cannot translate, fit and in the sincerity that give us the floor to walk. What you imagine sometimes is not what time brings us, what you see is not what reality means. So that relationships are made of phases. In the first moment you meet someone , have a conversation, measure the words and behaviors, gestures and different sights. After that, comes the projects of life, afternoons with sun downs, hot kisses, touches full of lust. Sex seems to overcome the barriers, translating a false appearance of what some people call love. But it is too early. Water falls will cry, dust and roads to be discovered. Things past doesn’t want to show. Images and metaphors filling the mind. In the second stage, songs, melodies with more gentle kisses, sweeter than the wine they drink. Trips, horse riding and other life projects. There’s a warning sign in the heart. It’s a dangerous result when you give your precious feeling too soon. Love can lie if it’s no real. Everything we gain, everything which hurts, every autumn leaf, every rain which bathe our soul, every breath, every breeze. Every name we call. But we are still feeling small. There’s a naughty boy , an irresponsible teenager inside of you. Medicine can tastes bitter when you forget a safe way to deal with your feelings , letting others see easily what you have inside. Some of them will treat you like a puppet on a string. You create a character and believe in it. You forget one more time to see the other as he is. Just remembering the good points. You forget the best inside of you which needed to be developed. You just want see the beautiful face of the moon forgetting its dark side. Who tell you that love you can make you cry , can hurt you deeply sometimes. When bed is warm and the sheets are cold, your heart can be lonely doesn’t matter what had been told. We only need a mature feeling. We don’t want someone manipulating our feelings. Relationships are not a chemistry combination , there are more involved than we can imagine or see. Your body , mind and soul can get sick loosing strength and that sunny smile. The cure for certain pains comes from inner learning. Taking out masks, yours and other people’s masks, too. When you dress yourself with that inner light nothing else matters. When your hands open doors which were hidden inside of you. The world asks your participation, life calls your name one more time. Today is time to change for better in many ways. You have real wings and not made of glass. There are things inside of you which crack, break, words that can hurt, your skin bleeds, but you have the cure for everything you want, for everything you believe. Nobody can find the oasis if you don’t know to give the real value for loneliness or love. Nobody is stronger enough to hurt if you don’t permit it. Nobody is too fragile who doesn’t know how to protect his heart. You can walk with your legs and find your way in life. Keep with you only the sweetest things, the sweetest memories. Forget the past, the fake loves and fool promises. The ghost from the past just survives if you believe they can scare you and do any harm. You feed him with your anger and pains. If the night is cold and the telephone is closer, try to resist , say no to the past. You heart is strong , he will never get older. Fake dreams faded away like a softer breeze. Dust became dust. Angels with wings made of wax , blind eyes, free sex, illusions buried with the past. Love resists only when is real and strong. Without a hurry, without any promise how long it will last.

Virtual Encounters


What is waiting for us beyond the virtual frontier ? This a question full of mysteries like a foggy day covering a brighter place inside of us. There’s no poetry which can rhyme to solitude neither lack of love to fill our dreams. When you meet someone and cross that virtual border, of course you are full of expectations and some of them are unreal, others are made of that untouchable, fragile stuff that will become dust like sugar in the rain. There’s an image in our minds, a perfect man or woman full of good points and few weak ones. In each touch, that smooth and soft skin, with that special look something inside of you is melting like ice under the sun. There’s a vibration , you are losing your mind, your senses. But reality can be stronger and sometimes what you say is not what you see, what you feel is not what you really believe. But even seeing and understanding what is real and what is unreal you want to believe, being stubborn in some way, you prefer illusions from your mind, you want to create that perfect human being. When reality and virtuality collide, worlds keep apart or chemistries can be combined. They mix themselves in other way, some work out others don’t. What can we do? What can we say ? What we have to change in ourselves and in the others?
Well, there’s nothing to be done. Nothing to be said, nothing to be changed at all. We should admit we have all the qualities and bad points and don’t need to look for them in others, those things we want to change in ourselves, deep inside of us. That stressful searching for a love make our souls feel tired, take out our quiet look that is so important for our future years, making us a bit of sour in some way. The real encounter comes true inside of us, through our friends, when our hearts feel secure, safe in a cozy place called home. A place with less coldness , more fraternity. Packing the luggage, making life plans, even when they concern only to you. The great adventure begins inside of your heart every day . You are already happy and don’t even know. Be your best friend and that great encounter with life will be your daily victory.


Sweet Word in Our Hearts

I was wondering the other day about love and its conception and how people see relationships these days, I mean nowadays. People are afraid of having a mature, stable relationship just because of the fact they feel they will lose their independence or because they were hurt several times and got disappointed and they don’t believe in a fair gay relationship. In relationships there’s no recipe how they can work out right or not, we all know that. But live having occasional encounters , occasional partners and that pleasure that represent just a moment without a hope seems to me it’s not enough, the commitment to life ask more from us relating to relationship. Misconceptions of what love is, a relationship is based on trust above all, but that mystery will always be and mistakes and unfaithful moments or acts are something we cannot avoid even when we try or take some precautions. What apart two people from each other is a mystery, but certain words and the silence among them break a cristal heart , hurt so deeply inside of us. It’s not what you say or intend to say , but how you say what sometimes what you didn’t say. Words unspoken can hurt more than cold ones. Words and attitudes time can rescue. We can’t bring back certain feelings . the trauma, the plot, road without any horizon, a landscape without sky. But human beings are made of hope, that special feeling inside of us which bring us peace in our cloudy days . There’s a pillow left in our beds needing heat, emotion. More than casual sex or intercourse with no affection. There’s a hole inside of us that only God can understand. Relationships are build in the intimate moment when two souls can reflex each other, beyond the misconceptions and models or dreams, in that delicate , fragile moment in us, like a fine art that is so subtle and magic in many ways. The alive tissue that involves , protecting the heart, the skin, the feeling that remains although the pain resists to all medicine we take. There are inner rivers inside of us even in dry seasons. Our history and our search keep on happening. So that relationships will always be necessary even they seem to be complicated and challenging.

Codes of life


Codes, passwords, lives reflecting ourselves, reporting our existence which will never be forgotten. That story someone told along the years. I recognize myself when I share with you what make me feel adult, mature. That essential taste in the fruit of affection. I’m aware concerning to the bitter taste of life , lovers and love fading away.
Passwords trying to decipher my destiny. Mysteries in labyrinths of our fears and pains.
I report my life history, my joy , my pain. I wouldn’t dare pronounce its name. Would it be love or another escape in name of lust ?
There are codes I’m still trying to reveal. A gesture, a caress, a hand to guide me, another one to get lost in the darkness.
I try to be quiet in the dark thinking over about those encounters. Things that are happening now in my life. I look at the stars and try to understand myself one more time.
I’m the stone holding my dreams, I’m the floor where I walk , sand in my beach. A time to be strong , a time to resist. I’m that man who pay the price for his choices. I’m still walking alone but never feel myself lonely at all.
My faith and my reason to believe. I have a word , a star to guide me in cloudy days. I dream with opened eyes and feel I’m living in blind days.
I wake up and keep walking. I’m that man who never is afraid of making mistakes. I know to wait for the next season. Passwords opening doors, codes of life, the angel and the evil. I have all the answers. I want to reach a better life to share.


Bitter and sweet


In a weak gesture, a fragile moment, I lost myself in someone’s arms. Now everything is fragment, is part of past mistakes, waiting the new ones to be found. Fading colors in a painting. A light inside of me guiding my way through the darkness while I cry my bitter tears in silence.
The wind whispering my name. The moon covering me with its shade. It’s not like a dream, nor a nightmare to be seen. No poem to be written, no song to be heard. Things are not the same and I learned how to cure my scars.
A lesson made of bitter and sweet memories. No more regrets , no caress, no place to be called home. Just a cruel and dry desert to tell stories about you and me.
I cured each pain people caused me and I know today how to give honey in return. I was absent from this world. I was crazy in never end land. I was blind , deaf and dumb. A man who just knew how to imagine a better life but has never tried to live it.
I learned to see beyond my vision. Now I’m mature but smile like a child. Every April is time to believe in a brand new life. Bitter and sweet reasons. A new era, a new hope, a new man was born in me.


Special Mission

I write because my soul speaks louder and the fact is not as simple as it seems and each subject is part of my life which vibrates inside of me. All feeling is part of the same love, a sublime gesture, like a notebook where we write with blood and emotion all we call reason and rhyme. Everything we don’t need words to explain. All our fails along the way.
I want to call home or shelter, a place where my peace lies down, where I close my eyes every night and open them for a brighter day. A new breath and courage to believe in life and in myself. The gift of the existence and a reason , a destiny and a mission, a target , a point to reach. All the way I can see an invisible arrow to guide me, no more crosses , no detours. There’s a place where I hide fears. There’s a secret and that mystery is me.


For a lifetime

Life is more than a casual acquaintance. When earth, fire and air get together in order to create a new reality in our existence.
More than theories, how to lead a happier life, we need to struggle one day at a time against our inner barriers, testing our limits and keep on walking to nowhere. A place that belongs to us, a place to rescue the best stolen part of us lost along the years.
Which separate people is not the country we live or cultural aspects. I do believe world is suffering with solitude. That virus that infects our souls , our minds and our capacity to see beyond the tiny window of our homes. There is hunger, poverty, war, lack of tolerance and a hole in our souls as big as the sky above.
Breaking the rules, facing prejudices and overcoming frontiers, we reach
one day that peace we are dreaming of. We belong to the same world, we are just one generation where people are lost inside themselves and still believe there’s a chance to change for better this planet.
I still believe in friendship, in giving a hand , in a safe place to see our children running and playing with those sunny smiles in their faces. A place where elderly people can be respected. A place to greet everyday my next door neighbor and trust in people like me who is aware how powerful can be the mind, when we are working together and praying for peace and life without conflicts around the world.



Body and Soul

Couples who is happy is dealing with conflicts and daily problems. Sometimes they don’t live together, but smile with the same generosity.
Some couples are different just in appearance. They are tall or short, fast or slow in gestures. They are one in certain moments.
Couples don’t have a label like a medicine to cure soul illnesses. They’re look like more than others suppose.
A casual acquaintance in our lives , where hearts speak other languages and use different signs. There’s no more fear or doubt. We just have courage to live our love.
Couples mix their chemistry and never lost themselves in that process, because they learn together to respect each other.
Couples have more than ideas to share , matters to deal and they contradict themselves at times.
Being a couple is more than sexuality and sensuality could express. Without a role to play. We live in a great theater called life.
Everything is a rescue inside of us. A time to go and come. Time to grow and time to say goodbye.
Couples suffer absence. They split up and meet someone else during their journey.
It remains what we planted. The next seed is called maturity , sharing and caring a feeling.
There’s no contract to tell how deep is that love.
There’s no definition or an easy way to translate. It is more than a sexual organ can define.
A couple don’t live or stay together because of the promises in the beginning, but because of the challenges during and after that.
Something new in a couple doesn’t generate children or puppies to remind them that they are a family.
Happiness is where there’s no fear to remind us the rain or the wind. The future years will teach us precious lessons we cannot deny.
A couple can be fat or thin, tall or short, young or mature and they can share that same passion in different ways.
Couples can fall apart when silly jealousy like ghosts in the attic haunting them.
Arguments with no reason, a tragic way to lose control of a relationship.
Lack of donation, lack of sincerity can lead us to solitude.
There’s a mystery that guide ourselves and produce a magic substance called body chemistry , but it’s no use if there’s not chemistry of soul combined to it.



Veils of love

That uncomfortable love to those people who died to rebirth in memory. That first love, like a child discovering a new world, laughing inside. A teen love causing that shiver down our spine. Having butterflies in our stomachs, hands sweating and a heart beating fast.
A mature love is covered with veils, a mourning in memory to that person who has never known how to love us or deserve a precious love full of caring and sharing.
A sad love that walks along the streets and doesn’t want to lose in the corners of itself. A love after the thirties where everything is calmer, more rational and plain to see. But that love which makes a caress and promises more than can do, not all is true and doesn’t feel how deep that felling is. Certain words unspoken, we needed to read between the lines, making it clear. Lack of affection, syndrome of missing, let it be something else. Love is where our lives suffers, cries and pays its price, but never is defeated.
Love is a cozy and safe place inside of us; a caress , a touch kept as a precious gem. We are afraid of that cold sheet on bed, like ghosts who never let our eyes be closed when we want to lay down and sleep. Love takes our energy, consumes our time and never disappears from our mind. Taking out veils we notice that what move us and make the world be upside down. Making us stronger, fighting for heaven justice in another round. Even when we seem to be weak love spreads through our ears its secrets and gives us strength.
Love rhymes with almost everything and it never disappears when two true lovers are near.
Love is like a drug that is easy to be addicted. We see the good and bad, sweet and bitter moments, too. But all is new when love smiles one more time. What really hurt is to know that sometimes we are too close to that special one, but the other person is not ready or prepared to the challenges and then love runs to the other direction, escaping from our hands. A kind of love who has fears and never feels the cold night wind. Cowardliness annoys who wants to bet in love and believes in life sharing other views, different landscapes, a mountain to achieve, a state of grace. Love is sometimes abandoned, left fall apart in the middle of the way. Believing you were by a lifetime partner, but nothing we cannot say.
Love hurts and make us miss a time lost in the space, like a sweet hug without a face.
Ashes in the following day of a broken heart who has never more to say. Ink on the pillow , no blood in our veins. Love let other scars and traces. Like a knife without a cut, a river which cries endlessly. I feel no pain , no regret . I have to confess to myself, talking about the past I used to feel pity and remember what I never shared. A dream that we dream alone is not a dream to come true. Love is not a play to act, is something mysterious and simple. No theory at all. Life is made of other chemistries.
Love wants to confess how hurting is to live in half. Not a full moon , but part of a day dream we cannot share.
Some people just keep on walking ahead and lose their faith and desire, extinguishing that fire.
I do believe love is where I long to be. Near or far, but clear, not easy to see.
I survive and see my horizon, a brighter and better future in the end. There are fountains I want to cure my thirsty. There’s a place where you and me become one.
I could stay here felling pity of myself, fleeing to a place with no pain, but I decide to invest in me and in somebody else.
I insist and talk about love in a high sense, a higher degree. My feelings never die and love will survive in the best of it.
I cannot deny how painful was the passage, how hard I worked in order to overcome it.
I remember those who killed my illusions, but I know today I see life in a profound way.
I would die without affection, as if I were lost in a dark night without stars in the sky.
I could close my eyes and pretending not seeing a new challenging day. But I’m stronger than I suppose and I’m in the right way.
I have no ghosts from the past and who come to me is a life time partner, and no more pain remains at last.

Fragile illusions

The man of my dreams doesn’t exist at all. Someone to call my Mister Right.
Lazy melody spreading in the air; sad August afternoon, cloudy sky where I cannot see the moon.
I miss the heat, an emotion that lingers one more time. The man that I search for is lost in the labyrinths of Death. He is apparently strong, muscled but has no dignity to share.
I lost myself into his eyes, in silly words he said.
The man of my dreams lost his gifts, his special touch. He doesn’t have more than his male organ between his legs.
From my window I have a vast horizon over the mountains. Forgetting lies someone has told me once. That mud puddle which made my way longer and painful.
I have no more theories how to lead a better life, no more false appearances, even I know a pretty face can deceive at times. No more convenient treaties or excuses. Digging my teen dreams , things easy to come and go. It’s time to say No to those illusions and people who just wanted to hurt a gentle heart.
I don’t want lonely empty Sunday afternoons, something I can’t touch or feel like a virtual reality. I have written several letters to nobody. I used to wait too long for someone who has never became true. My expectations overcame my good sense and life was painted in deep blue; like a song in the darkness with no rhyme and nothing new. My agony is being alive and not living what I deserve. Under the sheets, there’s screams, sweat, saliva and closed eyes.
I imagine I live that parallel reality, but cannot realize where the windows lies.
No landscape, no scenario for my life time story. Everything ends the way it started.
Saying No is fair. I rescue my dignity and time give me another chance.
Saying YES to the challenges, no more pretending to myself , shortening the distances between you and me. Building a better human being inside of us, at last feeling free.
In the silence I understand what I’m looking for. No more cries or fears. I trust in that counterpart who will come. I do believe he is near.
A life time partner telling what life is made of. I belong to a different journey where my fate is real.
The man of my reality has many faults, doubts and weak points of course.
His heart is big as his soul. Sincere as his smile and mysterious as his sight.
There’s no more time to say goodbye.
He’s got a sublime gesture where words reveal his intentions. A strong voice like a thunder that is pure emotion, when his words are bathing my face like rain, giving me faith to keep on walking while I’m holding his hands.
Every time he steps I see on his mature face there’s no trace of regret.
He tells me what he had lived and the pain he relieved. He shows his sweet side when helps others to learn from the time.
He still makes plans and fight for a better life each day without any trace of despair.
In the station of life, the best part of ourselves who survive.
The man of my reality is just waiting the next train to be on board.
The man of my reality is waiting for me where I long for.

Open arms

As fresh as air
As lovely as life
As strong as stone.
You give me peace
You give me a brand new life
A hope in the darkness
A smile through the pain
A joy erasing the past.
You are my partner
My fellow
My counterpart.
You are as gentle as a rain on my face
Warm like a summer breeze.
A delightful caress.
You are my dream
You are my eyes when I doubt
Helping me to see beyond the storms
You are my wings when I fear.
Taking me higher to the ground.
You take me to Heaven, our inner paradise.
A song to remind us that sweet melody
You are what I want to believe.
A faith to give us strength.
A fact to prove how generous destiny can be.
You are at the same time all my life seasons
With your open arms you protect our place on Earth.
I give you warmth
You give me more than an existence to share.
A shelter from thunder
A heart beating faster anywhere inside of us.
We are more than a promise of a new day.
We are mature enough to challenge ourselves one more time.
We are together and nothing can deny.
We are sharing a life story.

Why people meet each other

I do believe in more than a casual acquaintance. People meet each other for a special reason. More than recipes how to find out where your better half is, or the best friend. There are family ties and there is an invisible ribbon, a string guiding us to an encounter, and more than a virtual image or promises people never make.
We are surviving in a lonely planet where people are living their lives forgetting to share those simple but meaningful happenings.
Like a sunny day, a sunshine through the window pale bringing us a refreshing morning. Each step we take, each word we say in order to relief someone’s pain. We are the miracle we need the day after. We are part of the mystery and part of that story.
We all need a friend to trust in, a life partner to exchange impressions, a sign of affection beyond a simple gesture. We need sometimes to relearn how to express our feelings and how to make them deep enough to break that ice along the years.
We are living a modern life where some people say there’s no space for poetry or being too emotional. But we suffer that same disease called solitude.
Our global village won’t help us to cure some scars, traumas, but we make the difference all the time, when we challenge our fears and cross a bridge between time and space, doubt and reason, bad and good, love and hate.
Boundaries remain where we built them. Like a storm one day we have to face. Like a test of the time, we dry our tears and with our eyes totally clear we create the life we want to be. Being mature means to be able to prove we have learned what past showed us.
We cannot predict our mistakes but we can bet in a brand new future.
Friends, lovers or a couple need to have something in common. They need to have self respect, self esteem, mutual understanding.
Internet came to our lives just as a tool , a magic wad that need our touch to become magic, but some people use it as a weapon at times, spreading other virus which is worse than cancer. We are responsible for each action. We are responsible for each new friend we invite to make part of our lives. We are responsible for the respect we gain, for the smile and the laughter.
We have the gift to be the gentle light in someone’s life, to care and to support. Having a generous heart and strong arms to carry a desire. To be remembered for a flame in our hearts, a kind of fire which heat our cold lonely nights.
Nothing lasts forever, but never say never when you can have the chance to change your life and someone else’s life for better.
We can’t blame a virtual or modern real world for all the pain and fear we feel. We can’t even justify the lack of compassion in the concrete jungle.
People are meeting each other every day, but we are in a hurry and don’t see the injuries we can cause or the distances we create.
People are meeting each other because they need to learn those lessons they wouldn’t be able to learn alone.
People are meeting each other because they still believe in a deep meaning and essence for the word LOVE. A partnership from heart to heart without imposing rules or fixed time.
We can be friends, lovers or two souls that can reflex their spiritual life goals. What we cannot forget is our vocation to be happy and make others happy too.

Broken wings

You are the one who can make me laugh or cry at the same time. Your life is pure as your soul in a clear day. Those hurting and disappointing moments are just passing and fading away. It’s time to rebirth like a legendary fire bird, a Phoenix.
Your broken wings will be cured. A heart can overcome solitude if there’s hope for a brand new love full of gratitude inside.
We’re like birds flying high in the sky searching for a shelter, a resting place where there’s no more sorrows. Today we plant that blessing seed for tomorrow.
No silly dreams, no regrets, no more past time ghosts haunting our days, no more loneliness.
Our broken wings are relearning how to fly, how to make real dreams come true.
We say several times in different manners I LOVE YOU and make it all rhyme with our names.
We’re living a time of changing, where we’re destroying certain old bridges to build new ones, and feeling ourselves stronger than before.
We’re giving a new notion, a new dimension for time and space. We’re living in each others heart and nothing will make us be apart.
My place is where you are. Breaking the boundaries and language frontiers.
I’m here , by your side, smelling the flowers we planted and making the scent of them linger on .
We‘re like a schoolboy in the end of the day, so much to tell , so much to share.
Like friends in intimate moments. Like two perfumes melting their fragrance while are being spread in the air.
We’re two soul mates who fear things and believe in others.
We’re growing strong through the storms and discovering a smiley day.
We’re jumping over the wall, visiting our minds. We’re testing the time and giving each other a new chance , a new life.
Broken wings like broken hearts can be fixed with a simple healing formula that comes from generosity, caring and sharing.
We just learn what we’ve lived. We just feel what we tried to live. We just love when we make things real. When body, heart and soul become one. When two people become to each other a REAL LOVE STORY.


Eikebomen / Oak tree


We are strong like the wind taught us
We are happy like life wants
A sweet melody is being whispered
A song to be sang without any doubt
A joy, a gem, a precious heart beating.
That emotion is out there
That feeling is deep inside.
Love is sublime we know
Love is spiritual and touchable.
We are like angels without wings
We are like children with no toys.
We are part of an untold story.
Seasons blow a kiss
We try to predict other dreams
We try to decipher our mystery.
Like oak trees we face the storms
Like a gentle warm sea breeze.
The truth is out there
A real world spinning
Someone is dreaming
Someone is surviving
We are overcoming our nightmares
We are strong oak trees standing on the rocks.

Lifetime story

It seems a long time ago
Our romance started
It seems I have always loved you.
I’m your son, your dad
You’re my lover, my intimate friend.
We’re like a garden full of roses,
And with lovely tulips we planted together.
We both know life is not forever
But a feeling can be.
We’re learning through the hurting moments
We’re waiting too long for that enchanted time
We’re spreading our wings as one to fly.
Our story has just begun
Our smile is like our sun
Our place is where we are.
Your eyes are like shining stars.
Our love is the best we have.
Our place is called Papendrecht.


Beyond the Storms

We’re together facing the storms
We’re stronger than before.
We’re younger in our hearts
We’re planting seeds of love.
We’re searching for a better day
Where all pain can disappear.
We’re here singing that same song.
We’re smiling at a brand new day.
There’s more than you and me
There’s a real love story.
There are challenges to share.
Our windows are opened
Our souls are free.
It’s a time to see you and me
Becoming one.
It’s about time to hold you tight
To feel you right
To kiss you deeply
To become part of your life.
It’s about time to say
How important you are
More than words can express
More than a sweet caress
More than a life time commitment.

Smelling of Love

Our life is where we are
It took a long time to be together
Now nobody can keep us apart.
I still feel that first gentle touch
My soul knows how important you are
No matter if the day is cloudy or snowy
There’s a sun shining above us
There’s a light to show us the way to go.
There are poems and songs to remind us sweet moments.
The strength in every line
The power in every word
The kiss in every smile
Our smelling of love
Our glance of heaven in each other eyes.


Sunday Mornings
Zondag morgen

Your voice on the phone,
Our whispers ,
More than a simple Hello
Our hearts are full of passion, desires,
More than our eyes can achieve,
More than our lips can taste.
Life now has a different flavor ,
Thousands of thoughts in our minds,
sweet memories of the day before.
My tongue telling to yours,
Crazy lovely words ,
Expression of our affection ,
We are not searching for perfection,
But the purest combination of us.
The simplest precious moment
Shared for two human beings guided by true love.
Dutch Sundays will last forever because life has begun.
Boundaries, frontiers , oceans or bridges to cross.
Feeling, emotion and that spiritual side making us stronger than before.
Life is more than we can understand.
Love is part of our Sunday mornings.



Sleeping well

You are my baby
My adorable angel ,God gave me
You are my man
My husband who I admire and respect
You are my close friend
Intimate feeling in intimate moments
Your are my little boy
My naughty one
My smiley face
My sunshine in winter time
My blessing rain in dry seasons
My favourite meal at any time
My moutache kiss , my hot lips
You are the secret of life revealing my own secrets
You are the best in me
My heart beating
My trembling hands
My fate , my destiny
My new life in a new country
You are everything
I am your good night kiss
Now I know I will sleep well by your side.


My Christmas gift

My heart is yours
Like a sun shining or good
This feeling of happiness we share
Like the snow in winter time
Like a vast horizon for us
A story to be told
Challenges to overcome
Whispers unheard
Desires to be an endless sound in our ears
My Christmas gift is all the love we have inside
It’s a New Year in our lives
It’s like this simple phrase that last forever.
Ik zal altijd van je houden