O is for...OLIVER.

I’ve seen him in my mind, I know how he looks like, how he talks, 

how he walks.

The dangerous boy with broken winds seems a little too cliché. 

But he isn’t.

He will have the biggest heart of all my boys, 

he would love even beyond the pages.

Oliver wants to be born, he wants his story, 

he’d told me in a dream.

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INSPIRATIONAL SONGS

When I'm sad or tired or I just need inspiration these songs always help me.

Unwritten, By Natasha Bedingfield:

…No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else.

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

Try, By Pink:

Where there is desire, there is gonna be a flame,

Where there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned

But just because it burns, doesn't mean you're gonna die

You gotta get up and try.

I lived, By One Republic:

Hope when you take that jump

You don't fear the fall

Hope when the water rises

You built a wall

Hope when the crowd screams out

They're screaming your name

Hope if everybody runs

You choose to stay.

Stand by you, By Rachel Platten:

And love, if your wings are broken

Borrow mine so yours can open too

'Cause I'm gonna stand by you,

Even if we're breaking down, we can find a way to break through

Even if we can't find heaven, I'll walk through hell with you

Love, you're not alone, 'cause I'm gonna stand by you.

Breakaway, By Kelly Clarkson:

I'll spread my wings, and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky

And I'll make a wish

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun

But I won't forget all the ones that I love

I'll take a risk

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

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YOU'RE MY PERSON

“You’re my person

You make me brave…”

“Where do you go with your broken heart in tow?

What do you do with the left over you?

And how do you know, when to let go?

Where does the good go, where does the good go?”

Grey’s Anatomy

Where Does the Good Go?

Tegan and Sara Lyrics.

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G is for....

GELID HEART

I used to know what love means, but not anymore.

I used to care about others, but it was long time ago.

I thought I knew where to find happiness, but I was wrong.

I trusted once and twice, and again, and again;

until one day, my heart said it was enough.

Enough of being disappointed.

Enough of being deceived.

Enough, just enough.

Now, my heart refuses to believe.

Now my heart refuses to beat for somebody else.

It safer, he says to me…

And perhaps, my heart is right.

Perhaps having none feelings is the safest way to live. 

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F is for...

FIRE AND ICE

A poem by one of my favorite and most amazing poets...Robert Frost. 

"Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice."

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ADVENTURE

It’s the feeling of starting again.

It’s the feeling of being free.

I’m running away from a life I don’t want anymore,

looking for a new life, that I’m not sure if someday, I will deserve it.

But for now, I’m here in between.

Between was is right and what I wish,

between my dreams and the reality on Earth.

I am here, living without regrets an adventure that never has been mine.

But until the moment is come, this will be enough for me.

I need to believe that. 

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X IS FOR....

X-MAS 

“Star light, star bright,

The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight”

 The two girls were sitting in the front porch of the big house, the night of Christmas eve. Holding hands, both girls saw the first bright stars, the wishes one… They closed their eyes and asked for just one thing... To be best friend forever…
Even when the next day they are going to be miles away. Even when they are going to be in a different school, and meet new friends. The two little girls believe in their love for each other, and because of that they asked to the magic stars to keep the hearts together always.

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V IS FOR....

 VOW TO A NEW BROTHER

The prince was walking quietly on tiptoes. He was hiding behind every pillar and huge curtains. It was a long way to the exit door and from there to the stables.

Today is his birthday and as every number seven he's going to receive a significant present.  This year he was going to have a horse, finally his own horse.

Once outside it got easier.  Everybody was inside preparing the party in h

is name. So he just ran until the stables and there it was a magnificent black horse.

He walked near to it, thinking already in a name, almost touching it, but the horse started to jump, the prince tried to calm down but it didn´t work. The horse turned frenetic and made the prince to fall into a poodle of mud.

A boy stood between the animal and the prince, protecting him.

“Are you ok my prince?”

“No, I'm not. I survived to be killed by my own horse, just to end dying in my sister hands. Look my cloths. It took me forever to come here without been seeing by anybody.

“We can use the back door behind the kitchen and follow the hallway. Everybody is busy nobody is going to notice us. I can take you to your room, you could change and give me your dirty clothes and I´ll wash them. Your sister will never find out.

            The prince smiled widely. “What´s your name?”

            “Kellan, my name is Kellan, my prince” The servant said giving a reverence.

The prince offered his hand. “Call me Rhyon. Today you have saved me twice.”

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U IS FOR

UPSTAIRS BALCONY

“You are late”. The boy said.

“Not, I m not. What time it is?” The girl said looking up.

“I don’t know but you are late”.

“Is this the game for tonight? You saying I´m late and I´m saying I´m not”. This time the girl smiled.

“Nah… I wanna play another thing. The boy smiled back”.

“What do you want to play?”

The boy thought for a sec, then he asked her “Does your neck hurts?”

“A little. I have the worst part...looking up, kind of uncomfortable. You got it easier, just looking down all the time.”

“Do you want to stop playing with me here?” The girl noticed the sadness in her friend´s voice.

“No! I like our games.” The girl said with honesty.

The light was dim, the barely could see each other, a floor was the distance between them.

“I like them too” The boy told her with relief. “You pick the game”

“What about guessing? I brought my books with many guesses”.

“Okay… I´ll go first… Hit me…”

It was like that every night for many months. The two kids met at the balcony. One lived in the first floor, the other one in the second floor. There weren´t social media, or cell phone at that time. They just talked, read and listened to music. One day the girl moved out and never so her friend again.

She doesn´t remember his name, or his face. But thirty two year later, she still has the memories of their meeting nights at the balcony.

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T IS FOR....

THE SADDEST SONG I´VE EVER HEARD

“Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.

You'll come back when it's over

No need to say goodbye”

The girl was seated in a coffee shop savoring her double latte; a soft melody in the background filled her heart, the lyrics from Regina Spektor´s song made a single tear pop from her eye rolling slowly through her cheek.

A bunch of memories bombarded her mind, but just one in particular stuck in her thoughts as every time she listened to the saddest song she has ever heard.

The airport was crowded that morning, men running with suitcases, mothers with crying children, people who were trying to find the right directions. She was there in the middle of the chaos, standing at the other side of the door, holding briefly her hand against the crystal, contemplating the love she was going to leave behind.

With the tip of her finger she wiped the tear from her face; she drank the last drop of coffee and with determination walked out of the shop to the raining day. 

Every night, the girl carefully observed the horizon, hoping to see the starlight. “Soon the moment would come” she repeated to herself. 

Note. Song: The call by Regina Spektor. Images taken from a to z challenge and google.com

S IS FOR....

SOMETHING MORE IN SPANISH!

A continuación voy a citar algunos versos de mis poemas favoritos, pero esta vez en español.

Espero los disfruten

Posees la libertad de ser tú mismo,

de mostrar tu verdadero ser, aquí y ahora,

y nada se puede interponer en tu camino”.

El Manual del Mesías

Richard Bach

Y mi alma baila herida de virutas de fuego.

Quien llama? Qué silencio poblado de ecos?

Hora de la nostalgia, hora de la alegría, hora de la soledad,

hora mía entre todas!...”

Poema 17

20 poemas de amor y una canción desesperada

Pablo Neruda

“Hora de soledad y de melancolía,

en que casi es de noche y casi no es de día.

Hora para que vuelva todo lo que se fue

hora para estar triste, sin preguntar por qué.

Todo empieza a morir cuando nace el olvido.

Y es tan dulce buscar lo que no se ha perdido...

¡Y es tan agria esta angustia terriblemente cierta

de un gran amor dormido que de pronto despierta…”

Crepúsculo

José Angel Buesa

“…Que jamás el destino, comprendiéndome mal,

me otorgue la mitad de lo que anhelo

y me niegue el regreso. Nada hay, para el amor,

como la tierra; ignoro si existe mejor sitio.

Quisiera encaramarme a un abedul, trepar,

por las ramas oscuras del blanquecino tronco

y subir hacia el cielo, hasta que el abedul,

doblándose vencido, me volviese a la tierra.

Subir y regresar sería muy hermoso.

Pues hay cosas peores en la vida que ser

un columpiador de árboles.”

Abedules

Robert Frost

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Q IS FOR...

QUIET

The shadow of silence. 

My silence, yours; 

Silence surrounds us spreading calm ...

 The silence lulls us but also it gives us fear. 

Silence speaks to us, but We do not listen, 

How sad it is not to understand that we would learn

 more with more silence among us.

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J is for.....

JOSÉ ANGEL BUESA

I read most of his poems when I was in high school. I think I fell in love with “LOVE” because of his words.

He was born in Cuba and he lived in exile, Jose Angel Buesa dedicated his life to write and teach poetry.

This is my favorite poem by him, the one that makes me cry every time I read it. This is about the most pure and devoted love.

POEM TO RENOUNCEMENT

You will pass for my life without knowing it.

You will pass quietly for my love and, while passing,

I'll fake a smile as a sweet contrast

The pain of loving you ... and you'll never know.

I will dream of the nacre on your forehead,

I will dream with your emerald sea-like eyes,

I will desperately dream of your lips,

I will dream of your kisses ... and you'll never know.

Perhaps you pass with someone else, who whispers in your ear

Those phrases no one else but me will tell you;

And drowning forever my unaware love,

I'll love you more than ever ... and you will never know.

I will love you in silence ... like someone inaccessible,

Like a dream that I will never fulfill;

And the distant perfume of my impossible love

It will touch your hair ... and you will never know.

And if one day a tear unveils my torment,

The endless torment I must hide from you,

I will say with a smile: "It's nothing ... it has been the wind."

I will wipe away a tear ... and you'll never know!

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I IS FOR....

INSTANTS

Through the web, there is a controversy about who is the author of this poem.  Some says is Jorge Luis Borges, other says it was someone else. Well, I don´t know who is right, but what I can say for sure is this poem is marvelous work, emotional, deep, complex, honest and  wise. It´s a sea of emotions.

Sometimes when I feel lost, and I am crying and depressed, I tell to myself: “remember to live when you ´re still alive…

So here it is…

If I could live again my life,

In the next - I'll try,

 to make more mistakes,

I won't try to be so perfect,

I'll be more relaxed,

I'll be more full - than I am now,

In fact, I'll take fewer things seriously.

I'll be less hygienic,

I'll take more risks,

I'll take more trips,

I'll watch more sunsets,

I'll climb more mountains,

I'll swim more rivers,

I'll go to more places - I've never been,

I'll eat more ice creams and less beans,

I'll have more real problems - and less imaginary

ones.

I was one of those people who live

prudent and prolific lives -

each minute of his life,

Off course that I had moments of joy - but,

if I could go back I'll try to have only good moments,

If you don't know – that´s what life is made of,

Don't lose the now!

I was one of those who never goes anywhere

without a thermometer,

without a hot-water bottle,

and without an umbrella and without a parachute,

If I could live again - I will travel light,

If I could live again - I'll try to work bare feet

at the beginning of spring till

the end of autumn,

I'll ride more cars,

I'll watch more sunrises and play with more children,

If I have the life to live - but now I am 85,

- and I know that I am dying ...

#atozchallenge

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INSPIRATION

The other day, I was watching a T´V show. They were talking about inspiration. That, made me think about the amount of things, that are out there helping us to pop out our creativity: Stars, people, pictures, the sunset, the beach, songs, nature, and so on. For me, my inspiration usually comes from words. Better than that, it comes from written words.

So, here it is, some of the words that inspire me as a person and as a writer.

1.- Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole. I thanks whatever gods may be, for my unconquerable soul.  In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of fate, my head is bloody, but unbowed.  Beyond this place of wrath and tears, looms but the horror of the shade  and yet, the menace of the years finds, and shall find me, unafraid.  It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishment the scroll.

I am the master of my fate - I am the captain of my soul.

Invictus, by William Ernest Henle

2.- I'd like to get away from earth awhile

And then come back to it and begin over.

May no fate willfully misunderstand me

And half grant what I wish and snatch me away

Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:

I don't know where it's likely to go better.

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,

And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk

Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,

But dipped its top and set me down again.

That would be good both going and coming back.

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Birches, by Robert Frost

3.- All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems... But all these stars are silent. You-You alone will have stars as no one else has them... In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars will be laughing when you look at the sky at night. You, only you, will have stars that can laugh! And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me... You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure... It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh” 

The little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry 

Note: Image: Formentera Spain, 2015.