The Woman in Me

The Woman in Me

She puts on the flowery dress
To match with the pretty sandals
She wears her hair down
Graciously falling on her shoulders

Her cherry lips are amazingly red
They glitter every time she smiles
Brightening the face with a true
Dimension of happiness

Tall legs, skinny waist
Elegance rests in her
The streets are busy as she
Peacefully expresses herself into small steps

Foreign eyes stare at her beauty
She pays no attention
But smoothly walks away
Leaving a scent of innocence behind

Her walk is like music
Playing moving melody
She is a goddess in an earthly dream
She is the woman in me

The Art of Living

The Art of Living

What do we need to help us understand the meaning of life?
That which enables us to survive the monsters of despair
To live fully one must understand that each moment is an opportunity
To free our mind from the existential vacuum of nothingness
Living is a call of responsibility to transcend from the bondage of emotion
To the wisdom of understanding oneself in relation to all that is
Living is an art, which elevates us above the human condition
It is the will to look deeper. This immense depth of inner power
Creates moments in which we cease to be mediocre, accidental, mortal…
But human existence can neither completely prevail not yet be understood
But do not surrender to the mind’s limited capacity to comprehend the unknowns
As the universe unfolds its mysteries remain attentive to its eccentric music
Its laws will guide your spirit when reason forfeits

Our Love Has No Color

Our Love Has No Color

We simply love,
Not in black not in white
Our love is vibrant, full of light
We simply love without a doubt

I Gave Him my Love

I Gave Him my Love

He ran to me
Seeking my embrace
With a sparkle of fire in his eyes
Graceful as a child
I reached for him,
Took him in my arms,
Fed him with my love

I told him I loved him
Like the sun kisses the earth each morning
and sings a lullaby at night
I love him like the sky loves the stars
and allows them to be free

Then I said: I want to taste the authentic way of loving
That pure emotion of letting go
Creating with no fear
You spark the desire for truth, pure emotion and thought
You heighten the connection I have with the universe

The Girl From the Train

The Girl From the Train

It was a dream she said aloud,
Purple air, yellow rain and a colorful crowd,

Her friends laughed in disbelief
She pushed them softly and threatened to leave

She closed her eyes and smiled in awe,
such quantic beauty her eyes never saw

She had a dream about the world,
Life was fluid, a colorful energy ball.