There is a heaven
in which we play barefoot like children.
You have a little piece of ocean with a tiny island,
and I have a toy boat.
It is a world to play that we sail to that island .
We must not to forget it.
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lunes, 30 de mayo de 2016
A star falls,
A ship sinks,
Someone goes blind,
A sparrow dies
A clock breaks
A caterpillar dies before being butterfly,
A seed falls away from the fertile soil and do not germinate,
A bird dies because the winter cold,
The summer sun dries a rose bush,
A fish dies without air out of the water,
A pair of glasses is broken,
An iceberg melts and
an iron gate with a heart rusts.
Just as there are days with sun,
There are moonless nights.
The sad things also exist
jueves, 19 de mayo de 2016
And ... suddenly nostalgia caught me,
as falling leaves in Autumn
as bare trees in July
as sunset on Monday in a late winter evening
as smoke from dry leaves, straight up into the windless sky an afternoon in May.
as box of old photographs a rainy day
as dinner with leftovers from lunch on a Sunday night
as thousands kilometers traveled
and millions words spoken...
And someone asks to me: Are you sad?
No, I reply, nostalgia is not sadness.
Sadness is memory telling us never more.
Nostalgia is only the memory coming to visit us.