Your melody-Her song

Sing your melody so quietly and harmonically

Hit those notes until they reach the clouds and open the sky

Let the world hear your inner voice, so lovely

Calling your love who by all these tears went blind

 
She’s full of sorrows, fears and nightmares

Some of which never seem to ever disappear

But feel that in her craved and hurt soul hides more than this

And see how easily you can revive it in holding her near

 
Step out of your cave and embrace her darkness

Hold it so tied while the wind hysterically blows

Sing her your song full of kindness

And help her find the music notes of her own once more

 

For a while

Once a butterfly left his kingdom to come and talk to me

He took a human look and made himself comfortable on my shoulder,

He even brought with him his warm cup of tea

And started sipping from it every time slower and slower

 

For a moment I thought I was dreaming

But everything around me didn’t seem surreal

The green grass, the wild flower, the birds singing

The calm water from the river nearby, all that could not be a dream

 

There he sat, patiently, waiting for me to come back to myself

And when he saw that my chicks turned red again

Began to talk and sounded like the angels from my dreams

And lovely patted me on my head for a while …

 

Who am I?

I am love

I am one with the force and the force is with me

I am the sounds of the birds from your garden that you don’t always hear

because the birds are sometime quiet

I am all a smile but this smile sometimes hides the pain which loves to carve my soul

I am the hysterical laugh that annoys those who have forgotten how it is to be truly happy

but I am also the tears which are real and burst out to clean my soul, for I am both dirty and crystal-clear

I am friendly and loyal but now and than I am mad, I am sad, I am angry, mostly angry at myself because

I am childish, I am egoistic but I am a lover too

and most important: I am me, I accept me as I am and with all that I am

I am love

Our own battle

Showing our feelings seems to be one big battle, a battle with our own daemons who won’t stop building walls around us. They will continue their work until there isn’t any chance left for us to escape their prison. They will continue putting brick by brick until we take our first step toward self-destruction. These daemons who fight us with flames and fire-arrows, which by only touching us they transform our soul in a black-stoned object and nothing more.
But we are more than this and won’t let them win the big battle, indeed they may win some fights now and then, they may weaken our forces but will never win over our soul.
We are like a roller coaster which goes up and down. We laugh and we fall, we are confused but also crystal clear. We are the hottest star but also the coldest iceberg. Some days seem to be never-ending and some pass in a blink of an eye.
Still we are part of this story, part of this tale, part of this life, part of the sky, part of the sea, we are the universe itself.
We play by our own rules and are able to fly, fly over the walls which we’ve built with our own weakness.

A te spiritus noster devoratur et nostra anima capitur ~ Epica – The Phantom Agony

Alis volat propriis

Your love is something most of us would even fight for. This warmth you give to your next is something many people have never felt in their entire life. Some might have dared to dream about this summer wave which comes out of your halo, and some don’t even have the capability to think that far nor could they possibly imagine what it is to feel this heat.

Your love calms one down and opens their soul to existence, helps them discover their inner beauty by only taking a look into your eyes that serve as a reflection so they can see what they really are, hear their own voice.

You hold into your arms more than just the body of your lover, you hold their treasure but also their misery, which by only your lifting it up starts vanishing away.

You free your lover from any sorrow they were caring with until the moment they’ve met you.

You give them back their freedom and remind them about their own wings.

How we forgot to love

I wonder why do we keep ourselves so far away from happiness. We encage our soul from the world and are our own bomb creators. We fight ourselves instead of using all this power we’ve got to love us a little bit more. We became so protective and wasted all our young years building so many defence-walls around us that even the bravest warrior has it too hard to break them down.

We forgot how it feels to be loved and are not the only ones, even Bob Marley was insecure if it was love he was feeling when his soul was shivering by the touch of his lover.

We forgot that we are beautiful just the way we are and that some people around appreciate us even though they might have difficulties expressing it. Not only their words count but also their actions. We concentrate so much on what we want to hear that we often forget how full of lies the sounds coming out of a mouth could be if they are not coming directly from the heart. We often oversee the small actions of love we are given being busy searching for something bigger.

We label love and ignore its real face. But how could we be blamed for this ignorance when even the smallest actions of love didn’t delight us? How could we know love if we were trapped in a dark universe with no stars shining over us?

We used to breathe out all the pain inside us so we could make space for new emotionless feelings. Our soul hosted humiliation for so long that it had forgotten how was to feel happy inside and had mistaken fantasy for real life.

So many of us walk the shinny roads of this beautiful life still being dead asleep and some don’t wake up at all for only love could raise us from this slow-wave sleep we are caught in.

Letter to a special friend

Family is not defined by blood but through love

The long forgotten feeling is coming back to me like a southern bird flies back ,over the oceans, to their sunny-warmed homes. Walking down the yellow bricked road paved by the golden sun together with the sand brought from all the continents, I finally feel freedom inside my bones. Running hand in hand and laughing with you along the Caribbean Sea frees my mind from all the miserable thoughts collected all these years of sorrow and fills my heart with pleasant memories that I could never possibly forget. With all the over-delicious pastries, all the with honey made Mojitos, the natural water and the “arroz con frijoles” that I’ve shared with you these day, I’ve actually gain back love. This love, that warmes you up, breathes you and keeps you alive can only be felt by those who see the beauty in little thing, in simple things, in natural things, in everything that surrounds us. This love, that makes us laugh until we burst in tears of happiness and hold our body not to fall apart in shaking our bones, while lying on a mattress on the balcony of our in Cienfuegos situated casa compartida, is the most angelic feeling that could ever be felt by a human being.

Your love is a love that makes the world go round ❤️