for what ever matters

for you protected me, for you nourished. for your teachings and for your blessings, for our fightings and their happy endings. for your fierce force, for your strong stars, for your insecure tenderness and your firm helpfulness. for our misunderstandings with their magnetism and for our smiles in the morning. …

purpose

My words are the worlds God gave me to find me whenever I get lost in my loneliness. My hands want to melt in kindness so what are you waiting for? Come closer, listen to this disguised silence. Give me your hand, let God reach your heart and then let …

defeat

Where does poetry live, thrive, bloom, spill the universal love making us all? Does poetry feel well pressed in books, pressed on the shelves? Should poetry be written on the wall along the street? Should it be free from any construction, just spelled out aloud or kept in the heart …