My pretty lady is ill today.
She sits still
after having taken her pills
though in her windowsill
a glass, once full with life,
awaits to be refill.

Can you refill it for me?

Love is as if we were earth
Orbiting the sun
With no concern
Just following the routine

Until we are greeted with warm or cold days.

"although a cell is alive, it is made from nonliving molecules" <-- what if I say an individual is like a molecule? and society, the cell? What role does God plays?

Babies are a blessing!

I keep telling myself:

the world is under construction
that's why it's a chaos at the moment
But once the construction is over,
peace will reign.

I just keep telling that to myself.

I feel like typing rather like writing
Like the poets used to do
With a pen and paper
And in a room, isolated from the world.
Just me, getting lost within my thoughts.
That's fun.

So many poems fail to convince me of their emotions, I wonder why...

The only certain subject in this life is mathematics. Everything else, changes according to our times.

Today, it's a good day to write stories, though notebook, where are you? I miss you.

To doubt is to think, and to think is to open the mind to a whole new realities. . . but how to arrive to the reality of the truth?