Hiding

Sit down, my soul,
be calm
And I'll bring some fog
to help hiding your wounds.
Centered on the present and
well protected,
the fog will throw its fine clouds
on the past or on the future
in that proportion you will admit.
Don't be afraid of being conquered
against your will,
the love fire will be enough to liberate yourself.

Hurry up!

Wherever you turn your eyes ...watches!
Tourist or not, interested to buy a present or a souvenir, you will always find a watch.
Is there any other object so "notorius" as the watch is?
Sometimes we don't know what the time is because of such an abundance of watches.

Waiting for the word which can change the world

Tired by the noise of modernity we are feeling the nostalgy of well-done little things. One surprise a day that everyone can make to himself before waiting for the other's is a step towards rediscovering the value of simplicity in life.

A Picture

Life, blank page, begs for these only words,

till dark wings will wander and laugh.

Humans are grabbing all the pink birds

in their pockets already full of stuff.

Time slinks like an old car with no light,

proud winds scatter weeping and ashes

on the same beach where after the fight

breakers upset our houses.

The pink birds still fly,

you and I hide dreams in both hands

till Life, blank page, God knows why,

will wander behind us.

What If?

What If?

Am I a happy person?
The words in the title can be a secret formula to success.
Almost all I ever wanted happened by using it.

My sister, 10 years older than me, used to ask to me:" Please say what if? Your dreams are always coming true!"
I was answering to her: "Everyone can do it. In fact this what if is working only individually".

We are seldom forgetting ourselves. We are just ignoring the power we are able to generate for our actions.
One can't really grow and progress without listening to his heart. It is a non-sense to search help outside and ignore what your mind and soul are willing to transmit to you.

Searching happiness too far is frequently a trap.

Rosa's Laces

Yes, Rosa was right. She begged him so many times to dust his clothes and his shoes before entering the house. She was working without stopping to collect all the question marks, accents and comma or semi-colons.
"The quotation marks what are they serving to you at"? he remembered when looking absently through the bus window. If he had to think at this, maybe was she right? Sometimes he could understand Rosa's perplexity.
Indeed, nowadays when everyone is just listening to himself and doesn't have time anymore for anybody else, he could afford to renounce to the quotation marks. Then it will be the turn of the exclamation mark because people are no more wondering and the joy is out of fashion.
He will take to the smelting house in the corner of the street all the diacritical marks and punctuation and so he will save Rosa. She will no more fumble after the commas, which are knotting in their laces.
He decided to keep only the question mark, the huge and hunched by so many uses but he will search for it a better place, maybe outside, behind the house.And yes, I'll dust my clothes attentively at the entrance, sometimes even the guiltless full stop can create a lot of problems."