A Son At 50

When I wrote these words I remembered how unconfortable I felt with such an old parents, if you read it I'm sure you'll understand or at least you'll know what I felt and I feel till now...

You’re 50

And you want another baby

You’re 50 and she’s 37

You wanted a son

What would you have done with another daughter?

You might think that was not a good while

You had better thought more that once

You had better thought that your economic situation wouldn’t be good later

You had better thought that you wouldn’t have enough time for me

Because I felt that you wanted to have me in a beginning

But some years later I felt that you didn’t want me

I needed more time than what you dedicated me

Why did you want to have me?

If you didn’t have any time for me

I feel that you wanted another child because you didn’t have anybody to treat badly.

You’re 50

And she’s 37

And you want another baby

That baby is I

And I don’t know why

You wanted to bring me to this world

I don’t want to say that I didn’t want to live in this world

In fact I love this world

But I’m looking for an explanation

And I want you to tell me the true

Because I take years wondering the same

And because I am a man, a grown man,

I don’t want you to say me that you had to bring me into this world

Because I know you wanted to do it,

Yeah, you did

And I want to know why,

All because I can’t find the answer

Of why to bring children to this world

Don’t say that the children are the fruit of love

That’s not an answer for me

An answer would be for me

An answer with true reasons,

“We brought you to life for this or for that”.

June 20^th, 2005

The Sun Always Shines Between Us

This is a written I wrote for someone very special in my life

My artist’s soul

Is flourishing now

Just to tell you

These pure words.

When I first met you girl

I knew angels existed,

We had a spell

I thought broken.

There is a sun shining

Between us,

I mean

I like talking to you.

People always say

You’re a spicy girl

I don’t know if it’s true

But I think you are.

Remember when I wrote for you?

That day I wrote with

My heart,

Just the way I do now.

The sun always shines

Between us

I miss you my friend

And I wonder always how are you.

My muse is you

Right now

I just need to think of you

And write.

I feel sun shines

As your hair does

My way is lightened

With your eyes.

The only great problem

Is the long distance

Between us

And also the time difference.

You’re a spicy girl (you say)

Perhaps you’re right

Because you’re not afraid

Of knowing me.

If I haven’t called you

It’s because I think

I’m bothering you

I never know

The last words I say

Are “I miss you”

“I don’t stop thinking of you”

And “you are my best friend”.

January 30^th, 2013 at 11:52 PM