The routine chews me with its mouth full of teeth. And I get numb myself exactly because it does not hurt. Each week I take care of something to distract myself: a new series, another book, another poem, another sketch, an old friend and never a bar or a party; waiting for the same fees, the next vacation, a debt and a bill to pay. And I turn off by smoking too much, eating just a little bit, sleeping too little, living off less and never complaining about every thing that confronts me and I do not plan, I keep … Continue reading Routine…

But after all, you see, I am not an abandoned house. I am not, in the end, haunted and vacant. My stairs creak and my windows stick and the walls groan on windy nights, but I am not haunted. In my humanity, there is beauty. I have lived, vividly. I have loved, generously. I have cured love with love, and I have been reckless, passionate, brilliant, and ebullient. I am covered in fingerprints: some hands left bruises, and others I wish would hold me forever. I have been touched and I have been transformed. I have scars, not mortal wounds. … Continue reading I am not an abandoned house…

In a day where exterior is inferior to interior. Where everyone is stepping on each others feet to climb up that latter. Who you are as an individual does not matter. In a day where most of us are blind with our eyes wide opened. Consumed by today’s ever growing technology and social media, trying to fit its criteria. In a day where we are defined not by who we are or what we know, but rather by who we know and what we own. It’s a sad state of affairs when everyone is trying to compare. In a day … Continue reading In A Day

You know that if you touched me I would most likely dissolve. Careful; some things are easily broken – like my resolve. The line between everything being as it is and the volatile fusion/fission of you and me colliding is no more than a word’s width. I protected myself with the belief that there was nothing left to want. That was before I saw you – before I knew. I can almost feel your skin from here – feel the current that flows through your hands. The gravity of you is making me heavy; so yes – I am falling. … Continue reading I miss you…

You move like a river through this desert of mine. You fall like the rain upon my parched and broken ground. You rise like the moon on the blackest night. And everything glows. And deeply, and with low planetary sighs, I turn towards you. My love is like a force of nature; a rock in space around a star. This impulse is beneath and beyond anything I could ever explain. As though I were flung from the lofty heights into the warm encompassing valley of your hands. There to shudder and melt away…. Continue reading You move…

My thought today goes to all those great special people that we meet in life and offer us unconditionally one of the most precious gifts in this life: Empathy. Some of these people are very good friends or healers we meet on the path of our life. And if you take a moment and think, all of you have met at least one. One of the causes for any disease is fear. Its cure is empathy. What if there were no real source of fear, although the feeling of fear is real enough? Your mind and emotions create the feeling … Continue reading For you…

How small we are. How many days we live being as we must, thinking automatically, walking in the same direction… How many hours we spent counting our hopes in the middle of nothing. Because we don’t know how many lives we would have, or if we will be able to know which life we are or were living. It’s hard to realize that everything we build with our presence could fade away in a second. We remain in others minds and memories… But how can we last forever? Is there going to be a time when people forget about Aristotle, … Continue reading How small we are…

I’ve fallen in love a million times over. I’m still falling in love with life… I fall every second of every minute of every hour of every day. I fall in love like tears leaking from the eyes of a hysterical woman who just realized that she drowned her own dreams in a tub. Too many to count; too many times to fathom. I fall like I’m abusing gravity, entangling it like an accomplice, coercing it like hostage. Like the only time I’m willing to serve is the time it takes to gasp between peak and botom. I fall so … Continue reading I’ve fallen in love a million times over.