The dust overshadowed
The life of things
The colors of things
But memories cannot be erased
If they are meaningful
To one's heart
When I went back to this place
I did not see the dust
I did not see an elderly time in it
I saw and felt very vividly
The people, smells, noises, movements
The place was not empty anymore
Because everything that was important to me was there
And the importance of those things to me
Brought them back
To the life they used to have
Things get old, it is true
But experiences .... no!
Whatever mobilized our emotions once
Those things
Those people
Will be alive forever
They will never lose their colors
Their voices
Their power to keep touching us


That little seed
A woman carries into her womb
Is her secret treasure
The one that only she can translate
The language of this world of senses
This perfect bond
Between a mother to become
And a newborn to be
Before these two creatures have faces to one another
Inside the woman's inner self
There is the merging of the fluid of life
The veins and arteries share the same path
This fusion of fluids
Give birth latter to the encounter of emotions
The baby feels each and every vibration of moods
From the mother
And the mother feels the baby's reactions to her state of being

Mothers have pride
Of their offspring
This pure, mysterious, and complete identification is
Permeated with unshakeable unconditional love
The mother feels compelled to devote herself to her child
For a lifetime of countless sacrifices
To make this being who came from her
Happy, healthy, and successful in life
The gaze from a mother to her child
Is poetry, beauty, speaks volumes
Is protection, giving, encouragement
For the child is that certainty that she is safe
In her mother's shelter
Being a mother
Is a pledge of allegiance
In name of love
For this life that came from her
And she gave to the world outside
Good mothers should be eternal
As they master since the very beginning the so fundamental quality
Of this constant reinvention of acceptance, tolerance, and generosity
This world is so desperately in need nowadays...


Candle of night
The moon in its utmost height
Solemn is its light

Creatures of darkness
Contemplate the moon as their god
Countless eyes
Hide between a curtain of fog

The magic spell of this celestial luminescence
Reveals the night deepest essence
Life's quintessence

Let the dream fly
In a blink of an eye
In this marvelous dark blue sky

Metamorphose of changes
Extrasensorial exchanges

This silent kingdom of mysteries
Is an open book of delightful stories

The dense forest's life
Is with the celestial beings closely tied
Secrets furtively confided
Dreams have constantly collided

The beauty of this marriage
Between moon and earth
Is the complicity they have shared
Since birth

An undisturbed understanding
Keep them together
Whatever is the weather

When the moon shines over the earth
Is the revelation of a glorious love
A nurturing gesture
A compassionate touch
This explosion of passion is never too much

Candle of night
Shows the antagonism between black and white
Sets free the inner light
Let the fireworks of this divine landscape ignite



The Chinese family sat around the table to have tea
Old and young
All with the stories of their lives
Carved in their beings
Time passed for some
Time started for others
Each one displaying the emotions of the moment
Others rescuing the glories of their past in shared memories
The steam coming out the tea pot
Wrapped the room with pleasant heat
The smells of carefully chosen ancient herbs
Captivated the senses
During all evening
Laughs and enthusiastic conversations
Set the tone of each instant
The tea house
Had always been a place
For encounters and revelations
Recollections and predictions
All that blend of personalities
Was a story to be told
Until the boiled tea became just a single cold drop
At the bottom of the cups