One day

The feeling is there
TRYING

She looks at him with love
Affection..

She has this urge to kiss and
Be kissed
To hug
Be hugged

Expression the love she feels

But it is the same as
Touching
Wood
Cardboard
A piece of paper...

Nothing comes from it
Not a breath
A smile
A touch

Of love...

A moment

She looks at you, and she screams her anger
Partially from seeing you again,
Partially for all the hours of worry and
Knowledge of sadness and fading health

Hers, yours..

She believed in you and deep inside she still does
(Realistically, not that deep)
The look of love in the mornings
(Even though you may not see with sandy eyes)

When she touches your face
Kissing goodbye
The sweat of the stress imposed
In your body
She holds her tears…

She understands but does not.
She knows there is more than meets the eyes
But she can not read with her own
No longer (or did she ever…)

She looks around and realizes that
Maybe wrong decisions and priorities are affecting
Her live and yours

She picks a piece of paper and writes a note
Than she throws away
And writes again…
“Love you... I hope you have a lovely day”

She decides to read
Notes from others
Become aware once more
Life and happenings
She is hurt.
She does not find any self value.

Because from diminutive notes,
And noticing she didn’t act upon things
Noticing she fears
And she cares
She just let things be…
(Like running away from tornados)

Now she knows that is another day gone
Another dream
Another possible life
And what to make of her own
Self
Life

She writes it down to remember
This is your moment
This is your path
Serenity
Or Insanity
A Choice is only one mon amour…

First day of the week

She woke up thinking about the day
As she walks to the living-room
The night storms away
Shooting guns and
Airplanes
" Don't worry"
He says
"Another day"
She says

The shower is warm
She feels the drops of water
touching her every skin cells
sometimes softly
sometimes harshly
until the balance becomes unwelcome
and she turns the tap
Off

Drying, Wrapping her body
Her long and wavy hair
She exits the bathroom
Enters the bedroom
And yells comfortably
" what are your plans today?"

The sounds of violence in the air
( Adult "entertainment"?)
She knows an answer won't come
She picks a dress
The feel of spring
She tries again
" What are your plans for today?"

It seems like an usual morning
From a standard point of view
Even though mosts days are like
Tropical storms

She turns on a tune
" Internet radio" she says
He hears it as an invitation to leave
The shower turns on
" Same as yours I guess"

" Meeting a friend?"
" I guess I will just sleep"

She tries once more
To find a middle ground
Balance
Fairness?
Existence.

She leaves.

After a long afternoon.
The invitation.
She crosses the living-room.
Walks to the balcony
Breather.


Knock.
" Still sleeping?"
She knows things won't change.
She doesn't assume.
" Now? Later? In some minutes?"
It's okay.

She opens the door
The car lock beeps
She enjoys spending time by herself.
Sometimes.

4 hours later.
" Hello?"
" Please don't come home"
" Okay"

8 hours later.
" Is it okay?"
" Sure... sorry things didn't work out"

She picks up the bags from the trunk.
Make-ups and random girly stuff.
Like dried fruit chips ( they were on sale...)

" That's lovely. Thank you."
" It's my fault... but can you help?"
" Sure."

Dinner ready.
Savouring.
Kind of.
Again.

A message...
A comment.
" Are you saying this again?"
He, back and forth.
She, nothing like a bath after a long day.

After 20 minutes.
She hears the sound of silence.
He's gone.

Another normal day.

a touch of positivity

Sometimes you spend a long time crying

About life

About things that happen everyday

Or happened in the past

About people's attitudes towards you

When you are happy and they bring you down

About misunderstandings and assumptions

When you just want to let things go

Life is too short to hold on to

Bits and pieces

Of pain



I don't want any of this in my life

I want happiness

Simple happiness of everyday life

Wake up in the morning and smile

It is a beautiful day

( Even if a glance at the windows shows heavy rain and

a long day of work)

And because even if you are not a perfect human being

You've learned to smile and accept

Nobody can be physically or intellectually or emotionally perfect

But everybody has the ability to accept who they are and

How positive they can be

And how wonderful they can be towards the world

Their loved ones, themselves

And that, for me, is more than perfect....

It is the touch of positivity

We all need in our lives.

Good Morning

Waking up
Positively scrambling through
Mental Notes
To do
Wish
Lists

48hs
wasted always
but hopefully
and possibly
with a happy ending

After the dream
Waking up feels....
Just feels....
The light from the street
Brighter than ever
The unanswered notes
Left for you and other ones
The awareness that if you forget
It does not mean others will
Trying to be direct in between
All the subjectiveness

And a simple, and subtle
knock on the door
tells reality is not anywhere else
but right here
Good Morning.

The begining was:
Writing
Disconnected but
Connected
Maybe more intense.

Now things have changed...

I want to...
Feel comfortable
Touch
Feel
Inhale
And smile

Sometimes I just
Don't understand
Why is it hard?
Why not change?

So I pick up my belongings,
After a long day of work
Smile to a colleague
Who sweetly offers a piece of her
Homemade cake...

...And walk home...

...Even if it may not feel like it...

today

Today I woke up
I did everything I normally do
I created a meal
I had breakfast
I worked

Today I realize I miss someone
I miss sharing mornings
and nights

I miss having someone home
When you come back
To kiss you hello and talk about your day

I miss preparing meals together
and having fun when something goes wrong


I dont know why I miss it
I dont know why I feel this way
Lonely, away from the world

Some years ago and all this was common
A routine
Maybe something trivial, not important

Today I miss someone to share
simple moments,
In a simple life....