Monday, September 28, 2009

Shadow and Light

Sometimes it is too soon
Sometimes it is too late
Never the right time, never the right game
Sometimes it is too hard
Sometimes soft to the core
Never what you expect, never to the point at all
It will not improve with time
It will not change for better
It will, for sure, just make you loose your temper
You will never be good enough
You will never be right no matter what
You will be always judged by standers belonging only to Gods
It is time to think if is worth the effort
It is time to weight the matter
And finally left, leaving the shadows behind, for something better.

Monday, August 24, 2009


People will say it is just smoke in your eyes. What you see is not there, it cannot be if you are the only one seeing it. People forget that one pair of eyes is not like another and what appears for you can hide for everybody else. It’s a mystery like many other things. I see things every day, everywhere, and people keeps telling me it is just smoke, I smile and nod, because they don’t understand, that what is just smoke for then is already a fire for me. People call it a sixth sense, I call it my little voice, the one that tells me when to stop even if the light is green. Sometimes I look at people and see more than they show and I know it's just smoke, but not for me. You can live your entire life doubting your instincts, but one day or another you need to surrender. I am old now and I don’t mind people telling me I am seeing just smoke, I do my part, I show the smock rising, but I can’t make others seeing more than fumes rising from nowhere.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009


Every now and then the world changes. Sometimes it is imperceptible, too subtle and we think it’s just a wind, but a wind that blown continually can bend trees and destroy roofs. I feel a wind, but I don’t know if it will tear us apart or herd us together. I hope for the best. I hope for the last. I don’t have much fate in mankind, but maybe, just maybe, this time we will do the right thing. The wind blown and the sky send us alarming messages. Are we doing our last ride in this planet? Are we finally made the earth so mad with our poor job at keeping it alive that we will be history before our time? I don’t know… I just feel the wind and wonder.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Look over your shoulder before opening your door; you never know what will be lurking in the shadows waiting to steal your soul, your dreams, your life. In the shadows live the doubts and the thoughts that in day light we dismiss with a smile. In the shadows are our repressed desires waiting to collect the fee for stupid decision and lack of courage. It’s not monsters what you need to be afraid of, you need to run from thoughts never spoken, love never delivered, kind acts never put in action. The shadows are full of parts of you denied to live and they are hungry. So look over your shoulder before entering your home and shed a tear to placate the gods, maybe they shine a light and turn the shadows in nothing more than past.

Sunday, July 19, 2009


Every time I open my eyes it is there. Waiting me. Somehow staring at me. Making me wonder why I give it so much power. Way before the time it seems to mock me, to tease me, leaving me tired of this everlasting game. Every time, every day. My days begin and end with its orders, taking it with grudgingly respect. It knows when and I know what and it is difficult to argue with the power of this union, but nevertheless I am resentful of its power over me. I look again and it says is late, but I turn my back to it. It can click the minutes, ring the hours, sound the alarm, I don’t care.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

What to do

What would YOU do if it was with you? Sometimes it's the one question we need to ask. It is always easy to judge others, a lot easier than judge yourself. We can find very hard to decide a matter when our lives depend on this very particular decision. It’s easy to give advices, we compromise nothing telling others how easy it is to walk some way or another, if our advice, if followed, have a ill end, it’s not our lives, it’s not our problem. Oh, how easy it is to tell others what to do, how nice to feel certain about solutions for big and small problems. Oh, how easy it is when it is not with us. And that is why I always ask myself “What would I do if it was with me?

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Let me walk away

Give me a kiss and say good bye.
Don’t fight over what is done.
Don’t change your words for I will not believe.
Give me your blessing and let me fly.
Don’t try to make soft what was hard
Don’t promise more since you never before kept your word
Give me a moment and we will stay friends
Don’t try to make me feel guilt
Don’t soft problems that are bigger than you believe.
Give me peace
Don’t argue
Don’t be sad
In the end, everyone has learned some.
And the new beginning is full of promises.
For me anyway.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Couting Down

I find difficult to believe in eternal love. We are not animals predestinated to be faithful and to be happy for a long time when the routine settles down. What I believe is that love is out there and you can feel it in various degrees, with a lot of people and sometimes, just sometimes, someone strikes the right string in your heart and the best times last longer. For this reason I don’t believe in suffering too much for love. No one died because of love or the lack of it, people die of stupidity though. We suffer enough; just enough for us to give that love its place in our history, the rest, the huge cries of pain and oceans of grieve are a theatrical show. We know everything is fated to be in the past. This minute is already in the past and this second didn’t last longer. What you need to count, to measure the love in your life is the moments when you said that word really meaning it. And doesn’t count when you say it to popcorn or George Clooney.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

The game

Sometimes all it takes is some effort. Sometimes not. You can do your better and even so things went down, down, down. All you can do is try, not all depends on your actions, unfortunately, the ones around you need to be in the same line, wanting the same things, agreeing with the same issues, and that is not easy, my friend. Living is hard and complicate and no one told you that when you sign in for this life. Sometimes you win, sometimes you loose and sometimes you just quit the game and choose other players that can play the same way you do.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Lady Sea

From the cliff all you can see is the sea, immense, inscrutable, and dangerous, but she loves it anyway. She lives in the house on top of the cliff where no one never come, no one never want to be. There the wind is cold and the rain is colder. No one but her can love that place. There she sees the ships coming and going, facing the reefs with courage, going to worlds she will never lay eyes upon. Sometimes she thinks her life is pointless but wakes for a sunny day and from her window she sees the sun beams dancing in the waves. She can see, in those days, when shoal of fish pass and sometimes whales make the little coast their house for some days, their tales waving to her from time to time. She lives where no one wants to live, but she is not like anybody else. She is like the sea.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Climbing to the Moon

Your imagination can be your best friend or your worst enemy. You can picture a stair that ascends from your mind to the sky. Or to hell. I like the journeys that lead me to the moon, but it is not always easy to step up to it. Sometimes I have my mind burning with questions and doubts that send me to the dark lands, via express train. It’s hard to find the moon there, it’s hard to find myself, but I can always reach for a dear memory, a memory from days that had no trouble in the air and where the worst nightmare was loose one of my dolls. This memory, sweet like the air in my grandma kitchen, brings me the steps and soon the moon shines in my mind. I am a werewolf without fangs and fur; all my senses became multiplied in those steps; all my feelings better ones. I drink from the pale beam and feel my blood turning to liquid silver. I am not human anymore. I am just another star revolving around myself for all the eternity. And finally I am free. I can return now.