𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝
𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜
𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜
𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝, 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎
𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍
𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜.
Life in a grain of sand
Seeing things,
witnessing suffering.
Knowing you can be a Sun
yet being seen a grain of sand
Sometimes smiled, at though.
Enough to awaken dreams
Thinking you can be a whole universe,
for flashes of eternity made you dream that.
Made You see the possible
But then You find yourself on a beach
A grain of sand,
amongst dull broken dolls
A grain of sun
alive, bleeding
Wednesday
Quiet in doing what needs done in life,
quiet in smiles and storms,
quiet in taking responsibilities,
quiet in no hurting and facing truths
quiet in the tears life brings
Silent but feeling full
absorbing life
feeling every heartbeat,
every single one
Living is being coherent with myself
that way I can watch at myself in the mirror
and be proud, be in peace,
believe in good times to come
because I feel them, because I dream them
because I trust in them.
There will be running today
all of me in every stride I’ll take
Time is Not
I Stanza
Oh, Love
If loving you
is so furiously wild
to need being tamed,
I do not know what I can say.
So it is
because I love with no reserves
because each breath
since days, and weeks,
since months and years
has You in them,
In each inhale, in each exhale.
Molecules Destiny Love
Carbon likes Oxygen,
they don’t know it,
but those two were meant.
They don’t know each other
alas, If they get close enough, they bond.
They snap, boom, in an instant.
If they don’t get close enough,
when they’re lazy, and don’t
they repel, they stay “potential”.
They must win that barrier,
every time, they must want it
a little effort, to reach their destiny.
Every time, every day
over and over.
Nature. Fantastic Nature.
A simple Moment
Listening to some Music
Writing Some Verses
Living, Breathing, Feeling my Heart beating
Do we ever stop and listen to that beat?
The beat.
Doing this exercise,
Leaving all the rest out,
winding the rest out of our doors
to remain with the beat of our heart
to feel it, not one second, rather one minute, two.
We should.
It makes me better
or maybe not,
but I am convinced it does, so it does it.
I am this,
I write one word,
then others just follow, a river
there are moments when I think I am nothing without love
there are moments when I realise it
Kiss me
Oh, pick my juicy fruit,
kiss the fierce tiny button
treasured between my lips
Pick it from my inside,
make it Yours in kisses,
pull it as it’s Yours.
Mature and protruding, it’s craving You,
awakened by Your kisses.
Please kiss what’s sacred Yours.
Origin is the Destination
Thou and I,
We walk the path,
to reach that time,
when Sea was the Sky,
to reach that place
where Sky is the Sea.
We once were One.
From there we came,
and there we’ll be
In a Perfect World
In a perfect world in a flower field I would be
I’d be laying there, I’d be having a picnic,
or be watching the sunset, I’d be smiling no stop,
I’d speak giggle and chat, talking my thoughts: this and that,
Speaking North and then South with no beginning and end,
imperfectly perfect: like the flow of the time.
In a perfect world never struggling I’d be.
In a perfect world I’d be me like I am,
and my lips would taste of wine, cherries, books,
and poems, stories and kisses,
all the time.
In a perfect world maybe I’d be perfect like that,
but more likely I’d never understand
what a perfect moment truly is.
In that perfect world I am not,
but I can imagine it, all of it.
I can dream and can share it. I can dream I can reach it.
I can feel my heart wanting it, and to perfectly aim.
In a perfect world, I’d not be here writing this, as I do.
Writing about the mistakes I do, about believing in what I do.
With all the love I feel in me and around.
And what a miss it would be.
In whatever world, perfect or imperfect I am here,
writing about how not an instant should be wasted,
because it’s a crime to live even a single breath
without smelling all the flavours it does bring.
Far from perfect I am.
I am a woman of many wrongs and some rights, as anyone is,
I do feel though, and there is no feeling like that.
I do feel the world, open and fresh,
fresh as a merry go round, as a barefoot run on the grass,
kissed by the sun and the breeze.
In this personal perfect I feel the scent of the flowers,
I do giggle and stop, relishing the pounding heart I’ve been gifted
I do breath, I explode and I do smile my own smiles.
Not caring about perfect, because perfect is now
Coherence
There is no worse deceiver
than the one who lies to herself
Not to be caught
She will be forced to lie for the entire life
Droplets of my Soul 