Sharing of likes
Display of dislikes
Willingness of being together
With the desire of everything good to last forever
Smiles, hugs, kisses, stares, holding hands
Travelling across inner emotions of many lands
Living on the same space
Learning to manage the differences
By taking care no one will fill out of place
Mutual growth
Understanding skin deep
Blending of lives
Coalition of personalities
Sometimes also of nationalities
Building blocks
Out loud spoken thoughts
Unlocking of feelings
Challenging knots to untie
Days of blue skies
Others the darkest of the nights
Time flies
Outer beauty expires
Wisdom lasts
Unconditional love strengthens
The contrasts become gains
Respect is what 
At the end


The girl arrived at the museum
Without knowing what to expect
She was apprehensive and excited at the same time
The first thing she noticed was that
The rooms were all enormous
A house could be built in each one of them
They had different atmospheres
She could only hear the sound of her steps
That echoed all around
Everything was folded in mystery
In the Egyptian Art gallery
The girl opened her eyes widely
When she say the room crowded with tombs
Everything was so, so ancient
That she felt having gone back in time
She was afraid a tomb could open out of a sudden
And a mummy would swallow her to the darkness
There she felt chills up and down her spine
As she was left an orphan in the middle of a cemetery
Then she run away to another room
Without looking back
In the Arms and Armor session of the museum
She felt a Lady Maryam of the Middle Ages
Waiting for her brave knight in a shinning armor
Riding an elegant horse
Armors have always fascinated her
But when an armor statue
Seemed to have moved toward her
The girl felt an urge
To get out of there as fast as possible
In the Costume gallery
The girl was all eyes
Costumes from all times paraded in front of her
She could not believe how crazy fashion could be
She started laughing out loud
As she tried to imagine herself in some very weird dresses
It was like to be in a doll's house
But the dolls were much bigger than her
In the Greek and Roman session
The girl contemplated a huge variety of delicate statues
All so perfect, so amazingly beautiful
She noticed that the artists really liked to portray the wonders of the human body
She would not imagine that the human body
Could be so interesting in each and every angle
The statues were all nude
Then the girl in her imaginative child's mind
Thought that they might get a horrible cold
In the winter days
But the session that most fascinated the girl
Was the European Paintings
Those huge portraits depicting battle scenes
Were so overwhelmingly impressive
The images seemed so real
That at any moment those horses
Could jump out of the frames
And get lost in the rooms of the museum
The portraits of people
Were pretty tricky in aspect
Portraits of old kings
With those long wigs
Fancy clothes
Big bellies, white stockings, and buckled shoes
The curious thing was that they looked all the same
Moon face and bulging eyes
And a lot of make up
To any direction the girl went
Those bulging eyes from the portraits
Seemed to follow her
At the beginning she found that very funny
But at some point
She felt that too sinister
Well, that was enough prosecution for one day
It was time to leave the museum
When the girl arrived home
Her mother asked her about her impressions
After the visit to the museum
The girl answered:
"Mother, being inside that museum
Was like being inside a house of horrors
Too many eyes stared at me at the same time!
The ancient mummies almost wrapped me in their bandages
The knights wanted to lock me in the catacombs of their castles
The Greek and Roman' statues were all ready to take a bath
And the European "twin" kings
Wanted me to wear their wigs infested with lice!"
The mother laughed and laughed
She never thought
Of a museum under that singular point-of-view!
Living and learning...


When the last door was shut
The house became silent and lost
The life of a house depends on who lives inside it
Gives energy to it
Shares an existence in it
The house was abandoned to its own fate...
With the passage of time
The weeds took advantage of the house loneliness
Their branches penetrated the cracks
Turning the house a prisoner of its greed for space
The windows got so dirty that the house could barely see its surroundings
Inside it was all about rust and dust...
The spiders claimed its ownership too
Each and every corner was blanketed by ingenious webs
Generations and generations of spiders grew up there
The house lived of its memories
From a time when it was all enthusiasm
Laughs, music, guests, celebrations, decorations
Not only a portrait was left behind
The walls were stripped of their identities forever...
On top of a mountain
The house lived
Haunted by ghosts
It succumbed one day
When a merciless storm stroke
The house fainted
Downhill in pieces it plunged...
When the spring season came
Children went to see what was left of the old house in the foot of the mountain
The pile of debris were surrounded by colorful flowers
Little animals took a shelter there
That became a beautiful spot...
One day the house was rebuilt
A new breath of life was given to it
The house was again all joy
It was again a place for stories to be written...


Foggy morning
The horses sense the storm
They know something is about to transform
The atmosphere is heavy and warm

They seem lost
While the sky is changing its moods above them
The grass and piles of hay dance by the rhythm
Of the wind blowing

Now the rain is torrential
The horses run disoriented to find a shelter
Their furs soaked in water shine
Inside the barn they confine

The thunder plays a symphony of drums
Then a shake in the ground comes
Lightning ... so frightening

Then little by little
The calm is restored
The fields are energized
By the discharge of life they got
The horses leave the barn distraught
But as soon as the rainbow shows
Whatever discomfort
Finally forever goes...



Inquisitive eyes
Demand answers
As one knew everything they wanted to know
Without being properly questioned
Transfixing expression
Hypnotizing windows of one's soul
There is no mask or shield to prevent their incursion
These eyes are powerful like a furnace in which steel is melted
They do not admit anything in between
When they want to know all the truths
One does not want to reveal
Digging deep through the skin, muscles, nerves, vessels, bones
Getting intertwined in synapses
Interfering with heartbeats
Arriving in the unconscious mind
Without even knocking its seven doors
They do not wait for invitations
Simply ignore any resistance
They command and conquer
As untamable emperors do
They do not accept shallow excuses
By demanding inventories of experiences
Impressions, doubts, conflicts, fears, hesitations, dreams
They want to know motives
Behind choices
Emotions behind walls
Uncertainties behind aspirations
They just want to see the beauty
Of one's core
The transparent truth of one's self
The process of unfolding a being
Of building a life
Of existing in this world of challenges
Transformations, learning
Losses and gains
Sadness and happiness
Pain and healing
Metaphors and plain speech
Constant transfiguration
These eyes do not rest
In light or darkness
 They enquire
Enquire endlessly
Until the last veil is removed...