End of Line

I'm not going to ask that she understands how important it was to wonder how far my patience could have gone deeper. There’s no time to get back to sunny days that we lived so close or open the memories to find something to justify her presence in my life. She was like a bright star that moved it and now belongs to the infinite which has been open since she darkened all my dreams. I should not believe anymore that our paths may be connected in some way and so I just want to sleep a little longer to erase the evidence of a new attempt to make the same mistakes again. I always did the best I could to avoid it all came to the end of the line. Now I've got to look to get away from everything that might lead me to the walls that she left on the way to prevent that I find her in the same places where her eyes lit up my life for so long.

So foolish as I look

I want to tell you about things that I do not understand and why they are memories of a life that I not lived yet as everything has been happening at the same time. I can not explain where I left my last stubborn when I would not be so foolish as I look but I had to close all the doors I knew because I did not know how to cover up my ways of saying how I see the world through the eyes of those who do not known me as before. All I wanted is coming very slowly from one day to another as life was made for remember that I never knew what I was asking because it all comes back now as they were before but for other reasons. The time for answers is becoming shorter and sometimes does not follow the logic of our predicates so shrouded in dust from feelings. I won’t see you as someone I wanted to find a sacred place in my thoughts and nothing can be done so I believe the things that have not happened yet.

Eric Clapton - Love In Vain

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Now I know

I've been waiting for this moment since I felt how life must be amazing. Yesterday they said you're out of my mind but now I know they're wrong so I'll follow my feelings to say things I remember for listening when we're apart. Let me show you the way for where we'd cried for nothing because you're in my dreams all these years and I didn't know the real meaning of love. Take me in your arms till the last morning sun and forgive me when the moon is leaving our warm nights. Send my illusions to the roof and keep writing about  that cold and lonely days we forget every time we meet the shinning eyes of living. Don't be late, my dear. The flowers are in your hair but the crossline is empty for your smiling and all we've got to do is saying it's getting better all the time. Believe me when I tell you'll always be my only move to begin the game of searching because you're where the love is happy and full of tears.

For Her II

Last night she said that dreams are still as ghosts of a time that should not  pass until I go through all walks of uncertainty between love and guilt. It's been almost a year since I was sleeping in the arms of the night and I could not understand how things can change our way of thinking about life because I did not know to perpetuate that instant when the lights  to say  there was no reason for doubt whent everything was still  beating inside us. The scars are on my skin and they has been walking over  the open skies for her. Why she forgot the other side of my face? No matter who left the wind blew our choices.but now I must understand that this waiting can not guarantee what was lost between the innerline of thought that does not know how it all happened before I knew what really matter when the reasons are stronger than the circumstances. Maybe I'll go back to the cold ways of April and do whatever had to be done in those days before winter brings the Sun that  never  gonna keep me warm in her arms as the rain does not drain out of the windows that I closed before she tell that the dreams will still remain as ghosts of a time that should not pass.

The Storyteller - The Seller of Poetry

There was a man who had decided to sell poetry for survive in a world where people have beenworking with numbers and personal achievements to ensure no pain in their meaningless lives. He knew that poetry was a raw material and therefore he believed that his words would

contribute to get better human interpersonal relationships. For him the real world did not offer thenecessary freedom of spirit to achieve the supreme happiness. Then there would be a progressivedemand for his services when money was no longer the only source of pleasure to satisfy theconcerns of the modern life. 

So he joined his best writings and gone to the street because he wanted tell the people about the benefits of poetry for everyone who learned to hear the voice of his own heart and understand that feelings are larger than whises. He was standing on a corner where there was a large influx of people and shouted: "Who wants to buy poetry? Wake up to the true meaning of life! Nothing compares to the pleasure to elevate your thinking and make the world a better place to live". Passerby were looking at him very suspiciously wondering that he was one more crazy guy lost in the big city. Everyone watched him but no one bough anything. He waited for more than three weeks and when he was tired of crying he gave up the idea of selling poetry and came back home.

The next day someone knocked on his door and asked why he was selling poetry. He explained his reasons but the stranger told him he could not sell something that did not belong to him. "How so? - He said.  The Stranger complemented: "Listen! thoughts can be compared to a river of flowing waters. Nobody knows where they come from or where they go. Its purpose is to serve all who need it to live. Soon you cannot sell something you got free". The Seller did not understand what was happen. "Please, tell me. who are you?" - the Seller asked. "I am the man who made the rivers" - the stranger said while the Seller saw him disappearing on the streets of the big city. Have you ever seen any poetry somewhere in the world?

The Love of my life

The love of my life does not have haste to arrive. It can come to any time or it never were so close to me as now. It has patience to be born and to die every day or to run away from me forever. The love of my life is not who calls me in the middle of the night and wakes me up while I sleep without dreams, but it knows that I wait that everything happens in the foreseen schedule. It can be in the brightness of a lost look between the uncertainties or in the occult gesture of a soul forgotten in the crowd. The love of my life does not say what it thinks, but makes what it is necessary to keep me happy. It is in some place and goes to hear me when I sing our song. The love of my life does not have face nor words to confuse me and lives one day of each time so that I perceive the reality that moves the unexpected meeting of the imagination. It cannot be seen by nobody until my eyes discover the blue infinite that hides the true and sensible one of the life. The love of my life does not understand me because it does not know to count up to ten and it remains in the mind of who left anything without saying good bye.

Living for nothing (Have you ever seen the Truth?)

Living as a shadow, you will not get to see the light of the Sun. It is necessary to bring the Truth inside you so that the others can see who you are and not as you seems to be. To live in the lie is To live for Nothing. Never says what you does not know, but always says on what you believe, even if  those words change of place all the times that you to leave some thing in the past. Wait for your moment to fly, but you does not must let the others delays your decision to arise. Try to make like the flowers that depend on the sunshine to grow and does not look for the ground when to hear the calling of the stars. Forget what they had made with you because they will have the part that fits to them in the field of the choices. Nobody needs to know what you  says in silence, but everybody will hear when you to show because you’ve arrived where people would like to be. Have you seen the Sun to shine on over your way of living?  Time is everything that you have: makes it  the better  you can do,  while you can be yourself

I've got a dream

I’ve got a dream and I’d been waiting for tell the world everything I saw while I was slept. I asked the government where I should start sharing the good news but they were very busy counting the money from taxes. I asked teachers to invest in ideas that I wanted to deploy in the school curriculum but they were worried about their survive. I decided to find the firemen but they were tired of deleting so many fires. I inquired the religious what I should not to do with my dream but they were focused on seeking the path of salvation. I’ve travelled all continents but the mood of the people were too exalted for me to talk to them. I decided to ask for help to the scientists but they were doomed to discover themselves. I went to poor people but they confuse me with God. I invited the children to my dream but they called me to play. Young people called me crazy and the elders said that I had exhausted my mind. So I went back to my bed and I went to sleep again. Who knows another day it’ll better for them to understand me. What did you do with your dreams? You may not remember but they were lost when you let them die somewhere.

The Storyteller - Just a little Christmas tale

Outside, a thick layer of  snow covered the roofs of that small village. Inside their home, Joseph and Mary had already decorated the room where a Christmas dinner would be offered to their friends. They invited Mr Thompson, a smart lawyer who only served whealthy clients; Mrs Louise, a housewife who lived caring for her sick mother for twenty years; Mr Taylor, a blind writer since the age of five and Mrs Janet, a state judge who had the power to decide when and how someone should be executed or acquitted. Everything was going as they had planned when Mary realized she had forgotten to buy nuts for the filling of Panettone. “No shop is open on Christmas. What do we do, Joseph?” “There is nothing to do, Mary. Let’s move on!” – answered her husband.

Someone had been ringing the bell when Joseph opened the door and he saw a beggar freezing cold and asking for something to eat.

- I have no place to spend Christmas Eve. Could you give me some food? – he asked.

Joseph looked at this poor man and thought of all the people around the world who did not have a home to celebrate Christmas Eve. Then he said: “You can spend Christmas Eve with us, if you want”. “You are our guest” – completed Mary.

- Oh! I am very grateful. By the way, I collected some nuts as I walked in the park this morning. Let me offer some to you as a way to thank your generosity – the beggar said.

Mary accepted the nuts and remembered her Panettone. So when Joseph accommodated the old man in a chair, she had been making a filling for her Panettone and spread over it.                

                                                            

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The guests arrived on time. After dinner they all sat around the fireplace to talk while everyone ate a slice of Panettone that Mary had served as dessert. At midnight the beggar rose from his chair and said he’s leaving that home to make some deliveries. Nobody understood why he said that but they heard him ask what everyone would like to receive as a Christmas gift.  The guests took that as a joke and decided to play:

- My good man, what I’ve got do to have a baby next year? We have been trying this for a long time – Mary said as she hid a shy smile.

- Well, all I want is to see my mother in good health again – said Mrs Louise.

- For me, it would be enough to contemplate the world as I imagine it is in my writings -  confessed Mr Taylor.

- What about if I just have to work for poor people? – asked Mr Thompson.

- I would like to know how to judge between right and wrong – Mrs Janet completed.

“Well, if that’s what you want so it will be” said the old man while he was leaving Joseph and Mary's home.

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Three months have passed when the phone rang at the house of Joseph and Mary. “Hello” – said a male voice – Mrs Mary’s ? “Yes, I am. Who’s talking?

- Congratulations, Mrs Mary. Who’s speaking is Dr Will Robinson. The samples were positive for pregnancy. You will be parents of beautiful twins.

Mary was stricken with that news but she decided to call her husband. He was surprised and asked his wife to tell their friends. She called Mrs Louise and to her surprise she said that her mother was miraculously healed. “Nor the doctors know how it happened” – said her friend. Mary was confused by so much happiness and asked Mrs Louise about the friends who were in her house on Christmas Eve.

- You will not believe, my dear. Yesterday I spoke with Mr Thompson and he told me he only had been getting contracts with the poor customers – said Mrs Louise – On the same day, Mr Taylor came to my house and told me that when he awoke the day after Christmas he was able to see everything around him again. Is not that wonderful?

- What can you tell me about Mrs Janet? – asked Mary.

“That’s the unbelievable of all” – she said – “I heard she quit her job because she could not deal with human nature” – concluded Mrs Louise. Mary looked thoughtful for a few minutes and remembered the words of that beggar over desires of each one on Christmas Eve. “Maybe it all started because of a Panettone – she thought - or maybe the sweet magic of Christmas is really going on. Who knows?"

Sun and Rain

It rains out. The Sun that shines in me insists on propagating its light, remembering that nothing as one day after the other. When everything seems misty in our lives, it is necessary to restore the Sun that exists accomodated in the left side of the chest, as a bomb you give to blow up, crashing pains that defy the blackout moments the one that we are displayed every day.  It can be activated in the minimum things, since that requested adequately for sincere attitudes of irreversible changes in the daily one of the people, by means of the adoption of simple gestures that make all the difference in the result that you desires to reach, in what it says respect to the colors of the station. Every day, as a pragmatic ritual of release, you must insert the benefits of the Sun in your window, when you waking up. Remember the happy days that had made you to bet  in the dreams. Try do not  inside establish parallels of contradiction in your personal project, adopts the position of who already lived the sufficient  to believe in happiness, with the same possibility of being that rain seems to grow the sufficient one to dim your promises of reversion of values. Understand the rain as a process of renewal of the feelings, one pauses in pains, a certainty that your voice did not silence the sufficient one to give up the fight. Rain waters the flowers that decorate the ways for where you passes by every day, without perceiving that everything is there,it is enough to touch them. The Sun has to come on rain because the life is made of light.

Things to remember

So many things she left behind. His watch, his ring, his strange behavior. It was not yet time to leave but she wanted to escape from her fate when she thought the night could bring other dreams that would make her sleep. His table, his hands, his touch, everything was still waiting for someone to keep in a drawer as usual. He does not know when she'll call but he has been waiting until things is getting well. She's so tired to forget the morning sun when he came and tell her how important it was to breathe the air she has whispering in his eyes but now she had to go. Things to remember as life goes on and do not realize that a piece of her smile stayed with him forever. No more traces of his presence in her days but she knows there will always be a meeting somewhere in the streets that would lead her back at his door.

Amsterdam Nights

Never more I want to hear that voice saying to come back at the same place where everything started. The words do not say me what I must make when the reason finishes, because before believing the truth, it was necessary to lie on what you take me. The things were so simple when it did not have details to be clarified, or better, when it did not have reasons to support doubts that never are memories of a happy time that I passed before. To recommence is necessary, now and always, although the nights without sleeping, to the wait of the miracle that is not in me. Of the window, I hear the stars of Amsterdam, way on the rocks in fire and direct my thought the optimum one that I could make while yearning for the angels of, the tomorrow always faithful one to the promises of yesterday. I take care of to protect me of the cold, wanting to know how many minutes are allowed me until something supervenes to the directions and it makes me to adormecer without the city hinders me to spell a name in small letters, from fear to be recognized for as much fluidity. They do not say me what already I know, but necessary to know that hours passes the train of the butterflies, in the speed that the eyes allow that I am. Another day, new address. Things that do not compete me judging, because I am even a stranger the places for I walked UA-20619825-1.

For Her

I didn't used to deal with ghosts before meeting that girl. For her I almost believed that words could be less painful than the truth behind the silence. I never needed to admit the mistakes that I did not commit but I had to accept that the dreams began and sank when we'd been lost in our own illusions. Everything would be different if i had a bit of attention with what appeared to be a sensible way of dealing with problems. The love I've had for her is like nothing I've ever felt before. If I knew the meaning of itself I would tell her but I was so tired of searching so I let the time would keep my secrets of yesterday for no more sadness back to my days. I wonder why she left me before going to the other side of fullness. We haven't finished it yet but I've been looking for my unfinished plans every time I saw her. Some people never know when love means renouncing so I'll stay by myself for a long, long time.

The Storyteller - The Magician and the Liar

Two men walked by the sea, side by side, in silence. Suddenly, Paul, the oldest, looked for the other guy and said:  -- Can we talk while we walk?  - Of course, answered Jack, the young man. What’s your job?  - I am a Magician.  - Really? What kind of Magician? asked Jack Paul perceived the naivety of the young man so he decided to continue with his provocations to see until where that fool would be capable of leaving to be deceptive for his levities.  - I make things to happen and  to become real or it to disappear as If it never  had existed.  – Give me an example, please, said Jack.  - Look for me, asked the oldest. If I tell you that I am inheriting of a great inheritance, but  I have an incurable illness and I do not have children nor friends who to leave my richness, would you believe me? - It would go to depend on of some assessments , answered the youngest. Perhaps if you to give me some evidences of that everything you said is truth, I'd believe you're a magician, exactly because I am orphan and I do not have conditions to work for my sustenance, then, if this everything will be truth, I would be a lucky man. Paul realized that close from there existed a notary's office of a friend of his family to who gave money to confirm his tricks when he found somebody that believed him and decided to go more far with his badnesses.  -  Very well, Jack. We go to the notary's office, now, so that I transfer all my money and my properties to you. When they had arrived at the notary's office, Paul did not find his friend, but, he decided to continue with his plan because he believed that all that employees already knew who he was and what he liked to make with the people. He called the boy that was seated behind the balcony, without knowing that he was in his first day of work and did not know, still, who was Paul nor his friend as owner of the establishment, and said: : - I want to donate to all my richness for this young man that I found in the beach. Please, you must to prepare a document so that everything was made of safe form and that it does not have possibility to revert my decision, in case that I repent me later.  After some minutes, the employee presented the requested document so that he was signed by Paul, and, after that, he took care of to register everything in the Book of the Notary's office, being legalized its signature and supplying to an original copy the Jack. When they’re leaving the Notary's office, Paul said to his friend: "Then, do you believe, finally, that I'm a Magician?"  - I don’t know what kind of magic you’ve done but I can guarantee to you that I am a lucky man, said Jack  - Why do you say that? asked Paul - Because I was a Liar and now I am a rich man - Jack answered - even so I believe that the magician can be the more insurance form for who desires to manipulate a truth