lunes, 8 de agosto de 2016


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.

miércoles, 27 de julio de 2016


Trapped in myself.

jueves, 14 de julio de 2016


A party does not need more than two. A kiss is always a party.

lunes, 20 de junio de 2016


There are weak yarns,
strong yarns,
short yarns,
and  long yarns,
yarns bound with strong knots
made by fightings and kisses

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.

lunes, 9 de mayo de 2016


He goes by the world, with a tattoo on his back, the farther he travels, the more real the tattoo is.

sábado, 9 de abril de 2016