nothing is ever simple
even when it looks simple
the complexity is everlasting

Henrik Ibsen

I've never been a fan of the cold, but why would I? if a fan is only needed when is hot.

When I hang out too much in real life, and engage in too many conversations, It takes too long for me self to go back to poetry - to the written thoughts.

Inspiration is not exactly a river, but a tiny rock floating amidst the streams of our thoughts.

Embracement of Streets

Two parallel streets,
Blown kisses to the wind.
Lips that never meet
shrill our skins.
An embrace is all we need
Cross the street, dear.

May 21, 2013

Nothing soothes my mood as good than a piano song.

There are those songs that tuck me in bed, but there are those others that awake the me in them that I wish to sing until I fall asleep.

And I know, I just know
that whoever said coincidences don't exists, was not a coincidence at all.

It looks like you are not coming back, yet I wait for you as if you were here with me sharing poetry with your eyes, but your eyes cannot see the impact of your absence on me.