Woman

yes, I know I should publish it on March 8th, but I'll publish it right now because I feel it's important:

You were created for us,
Someone did that favour to us
So that we're not alone,
I understand all the good intentions,
In fact I wonder
What could we do without you.

You are angels,
You are true blessings,
And I'm sure this is a creation of God,
You make us more sensitive,
We must thank you for that,
But also we must thank you
Because but for you we wouldn't have
What to say, including myself.
Thanks, because you are inspiration sources
For many artists in the world.
We have poet soul when we see you.
Believe me, I couldn't write this
But for muses like you.

This is an ode for you, woman,
For you who has fought strongly
For your rights
In such an unjust world,
For you because you have a golden heart
And such a noble feelings,
I take my hat off
And put a hand in my heart
When I write these lines for you
Because for centuries
You have struggled hard
Against the unjustice
Of a world having nothing to offer you,
You've earned all you have,
You've been brave,
So, long life to you!

What would've poets write,
What would've painters paint,
If you'd never existed,
Why do I say this?
You are real muses,
And you are the reason why
I'm writing this,
Because you are the most wonderful
God has ever created,
Have you ever thought about this?
OK, it's time for you to do it,
Because but for you
We wouldn't be able to multiply ourselves.

This is an ode,
And it's dedicated to all the defender of women,
And it's also dedicated to the defended ones.

One more time I take my hat off
And I say you
Long life to you,
You are strong in spirte of all,
So keep fighting
Because you can be every time better.

November 15th, 2010 at 3:22 AM

Scared For A Disillusion

This one is for someone I knew just now:

Tell me what can I do,

I just can't forget when I knew you,

Just can't stop thinking of you,

What happens me?

I don't want to think

I'm falling in love again,

Don't wanna think

I got a new interest,

Not again,

You can't imagine

How scared I am

Because of this,

And it's a paradox,

Because at the same time

I feel motivated,

I feel wondered

I wonder will I see you once

And cannot answer myself,

I wonder what will happen

Will I be able to know you more?

The one and most terrible barrier between us,

Is the huge distance

What can I do?

Thousands of miles tear us apart

I'm afraid you'll get disappointed of me,

But anyway

I can't keep standing behind this shield

That impairs me to have an illusion.

Give me a smile,

When you read this

Undoubtedly you'll understand.

There are lots of things

I need to know about you.

We're starting to know each other

And I'm already afraid,

It's just that

I've had bad experiences in this matter

I've realised I'm not afraid of love really

That's all I want

Including now

When I know you,

Will you keep writing to me?

Will we keep communicating?

I hope so.

Every e-mail you send me

Makes me feel you're alive

Every word of you is magic

For my soul,

Don't break that spell.

August 6th, 2013 at 7:38 PM

For Curry or YNWA or whatever you want to be called

25 Years Old

This one is another special one because as its title says, I wrote it two days after reaching a special age, the age of 25, a quarter of a century

25 years ago

I saw the light

For the first time,

I got out from my mom's womb

One morning of September

In 1986,

This is a special year,

The year of my silver wedding,

The year I reach my first

Quarter of a century,

And it hasn't been easy

To live this part of my life.

I don't know

If its a third

Or a quarter of my life.

I'll Never know it

Till the day I die.

25 years ago

The world knew me

And when he saw I was different,

He punished me,

He made things difficult to me,

I felt my fate was to suffer,

I even thought about suicide

But I never did it,

Well, I didn't have the balls

But I also thought about my closes

I thought I'd punished them unfairly,

But here I am,

look at me,

a thousand times I fell, a thousand times

I stood up,

And I get no doubt about

Keeping like this,

I feel my life has finished

Just in her first part.

I feel the power

Of just 25 years alive,

That's just the end of a cycle,

It's the first link of a long chain,

And I know

Something good waits for me

Many good things wait for me

All along the rest of my life.

That is what makes me feel

This irresistible force,

The irresistible force

Of the desire to live.

September 20^th, 2011

1:56 AM

Feelings When I Think Of You

This one is very special because I wrote it for a special person I was interested in, and she lives in a special place I do love, she said it was the ghost writer:

I wish I could tell you

What I feel

When I think of you,

I wish I could make you know

That I feel a positive energy

When you're in my memories,

I wish you could know

That I'd leave everything

In my city

Just to see you,

And to be close to the sea

And to be able to see the twilight

Along with you.

I want you to know

That you make me feel

Like in paradise,

My levels of energy

Goes up more and more,

Believe me, I can't be just one day

Without remembering you.

Imagine you and me,

Sitting in the sand

Or standing in the street,

Seeing how sun hides away

In such a beautiful city,

Tell me something,

What did you feel when I wished you

a happy birthday?

I guess you didn't expect it

But I had your phone number,

Because you gave it to me,

I didn't tell you anything

Because I wanted to give you

a surprise,

A nice surprise.

Can you imagine

When we're walking in the beach

at night,

When I'm leaving there,

Because believe me,

I would be able to leave my life here

Just to be with you at the sea,

Contemplating the twilight with you.

Well I apologize if it bugged you,

I didn't mean to,

I just wanted you to know

That I feel happy when I have

your sign.

That's all,

Don't think that I want something else

Because I need to see you more at first

And you need to know me.

April 3^rd, 2012

PS: in my own hand for you, because you're like a mermaid.

The Re-encounter

This is the story of a friendship I lose a long time ago, and talks also about a re-encounter which took place a long time ago:

An old friend

3 years ago and more

Disappeared from our lives

And just for my birthday

Number 17

I had a re-encounter with him

I ran to receive him

Opened my arms

I felt emotion to see him

And I think

He felt also emotion to see me

‘Cause I was very, very tall

‘Cause just a little and I reach him

And what more emotion gave me

Is that it was for surprise

Really I didn’t hoped it

But was such the emotion I felt

And such the pleasure of the re-encounter

That I want it to happen again

I want to dedicate these words to my friend

Who I saw yesterday

“Friend, I’d like to see you again”

I dedicate these words to yesterday.

September 19^th, 2003

Ex

This is the first written I'll publish in my new blog. This is a story I wrote when I was 17 and it says something like that:

This is the story

Of a young boy

A special boy

Who when wrote it

He was 17

He is a different person

Different from the rest

He has a syndrome

Called “Asperger”

When he was a little boy

The people didn’t accept him

Just for be different

He felt like the shame

Of his family

Who didn’t want to understand

That it was a syndrome

Everybody thought

He was sick

But day after day

Year after year

He gets by for being a nice boy,

So that the people want him

And accept him as he is

He never gives in

His fight always goes on.

When he was 7 years old

He began with those things

Which in that time were strange

He knows he has this syndrome

Since he was 12,

But his family denied accepting it

Including his father

He didn’t want to accept it

He preferred to say him in a bad way

“Stop doing that!”

And also preferred hit him

Every time Ex did it.

There was a time when he suffered a lot

Because of the ignorance of all who knew about it,

And that time was when his friends made him suffer,

And his parents made harder his life.

The years passed by

And now this boy is 17 years old

In this while he’s writing this story,

This boy is me,

And now I can say that everybody,

Family, parents and friends,

Including my 2 sisters,

All this people today understands me,

Now I know that I’m not the only one

Who has this syndrome

In an event I knew a lot of people as me,

And so is how I know it.

Now the people accepts me as I am,

‘Cause I am so, originally.

March 2^nd, 2004