Chapter 1 Take the pieces and make hope. Dust up the cracks and sprinkle them over the page and watch the world form beneath them. Chapter 2 Tear pieces of your heart and stain the words in red. Give them anger. Give them love. Chapter 15 Make war. Let storms, in all their fury, teach you the art of wreckage and bask in the peace buried in the rubble. Chapter 45 Take a sword and learn to write, while the pain seeps into parchment. Take the monster and give it a soul. Have its actions haunt you. The Final Chapter … Continue reading Over pages…

She, made by sugar, wanted to drink other poisons; this oath would find her happiness with: starting to keep this great desire to escape. She wanted to evoke the most delicate blue to her eyes and the smartest way to be innocent again, with no time to feel shortages. For this, she occupied herself with the word, only one, that she could use all the letters and sounds to not just suffice that could demand herself tears, breasts and hopes. A word that was so done of everything to explain to her everything that did not embrace her out, completely. … Continue reading made by sugar…

When I began my degree in February 1986, a lot of things changed rapidly. I was more out of my comfort zone than I’ve ever been. Things improved but I was very afraid that I was spinning wildly into the air and losing my feet. I was holding back because I was afraid I’d get ahead of myself. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be aware if I got on my high horse. I was happy making my dreams a reality, but I was afraid that I’d lose a sense of reality. I’ve learned that it’s ok to be happy. … Continue reading Memories…

Being with someone you love is an incredible feeling, you can’t really put it into words. But for me, it’s when you’re standing right next to each other and you still can’t even begin to gather up the thoughts of how that person makes you feel. It’s when you’re laying down, day dreaming about them, replaying your memories and experiences together. It’s when you’re really sad about something, or need someone to talk to and they’re always there to listen. It’s wanting to hold them every chance you get, for how ever long. It’s when you think about them that … Continue reading Love… true love

Love is the fusion of opposites in the understanding of feelings, thoughts, and attitudes. It is mutual tolerance, motivated by intense compatibility. True love has moved beyond the blindness of mere attraction. You have become enlightened, recognizing the strengths and weaknesses in the object of your love without being disillusioned or disappointed. True love is total adjustment to the other person, so that he or she becomes the most important person to you in the world. Love is motivation for communication, for it takes more energy to communicate than to copulate. Love is not possessive, for it has no need … Continue reading Love is the fusion, fuel…

Chances are that we’re in a completely different place in the world. Chances are that I’m in a city that is nothing like yours, or maybe it’s eerily similar to it. I can’t pretend to begin to know the lives of the people whose eyes are passing by these very words that I have typed. Even if I attempted to predict it, I probably end up being wrong over a thousand times. Or maybe, if you looked a bit closer, my story is a lot more similar to yours than you could ever imagine. Maybe you’re just as lost I … Continue reading A Story A Lot Like Yours…

I would be lying if I said that there wasn’t a time in my life when I imagined the perfect relationships mirrored the ones found in movies, shows, and novels. Where every date was an adventure that turned in to an unforgettable memory, where the right words were spoken every single time, and where everything in the end always worked out so smoothly. But reality is, that life is much more than just movies, shows, and novels. We learn that chances are, we won’t have that relationship that Hollywood has made famous. More often than not, the right words will … Continue reading Imperfectly Perfect… love

I look for a poem that gives you a new begining; by the verse that celebrates you. I insistently look for the page that explains you with the most special word of tenderness and soul, but you’re not in the semantic or rhymes, you’re not in the books. You are in me and this explains everything, since there is no history of you before us, precisely because I have no history before you. I invented another one to learn to navigate the absences and go through delays. I made up myself in the past for no other purpose than to … Continue reading I look for a poem…

Some might say, a Man should never bow or kneel. To which I would reply, the Man that fears falling to his knees, is neither a man without faith nor a Man that is real. A real Man will deeply feel and cry for another, take care of family, love and honor his mother. He will have strong values and stand up for what is right, and not feel diminished to walk away from a fight. His character shines true, he lives with respect, taking time to listen, ponder and reflect. He means what he says and says what he … Continue reading A real man, a tiger man…