THE STOLEN APPLES

PHOTO: The other side of the wall, by Blanca Langa

 Most of the best things I have lost in my life are in connection with my childhood. Growing up means to say goodbye to all those little pleasures you don´t have anymore. Jumping the wall of the garden. Steeling some fruit. Bit an apple, smell it, bit it again... and feel the world at your feet.
  The apples are better into de secret garden. Climb the wall and steal them!!

A CUP OF WINE (to R.)

PHOTO: The fountain, by Blanca Langa

   Some people are near us and others are far away. The most important is not how far our friends can be from us if our hearts are close to each other.
  I was talking to a friend yesterday. He was on the Internet, but even like this, we had a cup of wine together. No matter where you live. No matter if there are mountains, oceans or half a world separating people. The distance between friends is not a matter of kilometres.
   I thank the life for giving me good people to share  lots of messages and a nice cup of wine. God bless you all. Cheers!!

WORDS AND SMILES

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   I usually give words, put them in colourful envelopes and try to touch some hearts. I sometimes give caring words, cross my fingers and hope that people get well. Just by my words. However their sadness is often stronger than my words and people I love can´t always smile.  Unfortunately, words aren´t perfect.
   But there´s something that never fails. Something that can make them smile through their tears: a laugh.
  Thanks for laughing with me in the train, watching a funny film. It was nice to meet you. I wish you a long life with lots of smiles. Life is a wonderful trip.

A MISSING LETTER

 

PHOTO:  http://tiempodeparanoia.blogspot.com/2011/01/yo-dependo-soy-dependiente.html

  He wrote: “I know there is a sea between you and me now. And it can separate each other. I know it is impossible to reach the beach where you live. It is impossible to touch your lips and kiss your words. Impossible to write love words on your shoulders, drink your tears or dream together”.

   There were big clouds in the sky. He looked at the sea in front of him, threw a little stone and saw how it sank in the water. It started to rain. As if all the angels were crying for her and for him.

TEA JUST FOR ONE

   She heated the water. She put the hot water in the kettle and added a few tea leaves, flavored with vanilla. She liked that the house smelled of vanilla. It made her fly to the icy days of childhood. At a time when she still knew how to write letters to the Three Wise Men.
 She filled her heart with the smell of tea and nostalgy. A second nice cup of tea and all would be in its place. All would be in peace.

MADRID IN AUTUMN

   I walk in Madrid, along the Paseo del Prado, the way of the Atocha station. My feet get tangled in the dry leaves of autumn. A long line of calmed people stretches patiently and endless. They expect to see the exhibition of works brought from the Hermitage Museum.
   I breathe fresh air under the colourful trees. Ocher, brown, dark green ... and a sweet melancholy in my soul.

A NAME

   Nothing exists unless you name it. Explain it, give it a name and it will be. Something exists in the moment you name it. You exist when you can hear another person calling you. A name. My kingdom, my universe, all my world for a word. And I will be.

STOP WARS!!

   Today, some of my pupils have read a poem of mine. The poem was "Tin Soldier". Two girls have said they liked it and wanted to copy it. I wondered why a hard poem like this one can move them to repeat it. Or to copy it. It is a sad poem. I don´t like to read it in loud voice, because I get touched every time that I read it. But they liked this poem.  Hope no more wars move me or other writers to write a poem like this "Tin Soldier". Hope no more children in the world live another war. Will it be possible?

AUTUMN

   At five past eleven this morning autumn has come. It brought rain and storm. I have remembered how Septembers used to be in my childhood. I have remembered the sweet blackberries that we were eating in the autumn afternoons. Summer holidays ended and we returned to the empty desks. We got new notebooks and shoes. In the evenings, our mothers started knitting pullovers for next winter. We enjoyed the last moments of freedom and ate sweet blackberries in the afternoons.  September was always the best month of the year for me.

   Autumn has come this morning. It came with its golden and new light, and has made me yearn those sweet blackberries of my childhood.

VALLEYS OF GRASS

   We know there is a land beyond the land that sustains our steps. There are other people beyond here. We know that, after the blue mountains that surround this valley of fog and silence, there are valleys of fresh grass. People there are happy. Because they have everything: they have discovered that need nothing. If we could climbed the blue mountains, we could reach the other side. It would be enough. But we are caught in the fog and have forgotten the way towards the gorge.

THE FLIGHT

   If I could fly, I would fly over the houses, the people and the mountains. For sure. Nobody could take my hand. Nobody could see my eyes. Nobody could hurt my heart. It could be fine.
 But I am sure if I could fly, I would fly over my desk and put my feet on the floor. Just for the pleasure of realizing that I am still on this world.

GOOD EVENING

  While I am writing "good evening", another person is getting up far, far away from me. He (or she) is preparing breakfast. He (or she) is having a shower, reading a mail, kissing a baby. While I am writing "good evening" lots of children are working hardly for a small dish of food. Some of them are at war. What about you who are reading my words right now? Where are you? What time is it where you live? What do you feel? Are you happy today? Is it a good day for you? Tell it to me, please.
   Good night.

Afternoon

   September is my favourite month. I love the air in the afternoon.  Wilted roses are dying. It´s sweet and tender to watch them. They are a symbol of beauty that refuses to die. I feel sadness. A sadness of honey in my heart tired of living in this bright sunny afternoon.

Sunday

   I love Sundays. Every Sunday I have breakfast with my best friend. A cup of milk and coffee, toasts, and laughs. It is the most peaceful moment of the week for me. And I enjoy it very much.
  Carmen is always there for me and I thank God for a very long friendship between us.

FLYING AGAIN

    Nothing to do if sadness comes this morning and takes my hand. Nothing if I feel my soul tired of living. But my Guardian Angel is there, weavering a new pair of wing for me. I will fly again today.

FOLLOW YOUR HEART

   I have been teaching English to a good friend today. A dreamer who wants to live in UK. He always follows his heart. He has bought a single ticket. "No return", he said.

  Perhaps all of us should do the same. Let´s follow our hearts and let´s see what happens.

FLYING TO VIENA

  I am going to fly to Viena tomorrow. Viena is one of my favourite cities. When I was a child I used to dream of Austria. "I will travel to Viena one day" I said to myself. And I wrote to the Embassy to get some brochures from their beautiful country. I really wanted to go there. Tomorrow I will be there. Never stop dreaming, because all can be possible if you think so.

THANKS YOU ALL

  When I see the statistics of my blog, I see my blog readers from Germany, France, USA, Uruguay, Mexico, Colombia... I wonder why someone somewhere in the world would want to read what I write every day. No idea but it´s nice to know you are there.Thank you all for opening the door of my house-blog and read my words. There are days when one feels less alone because of people like you.

Why?

  I read that some parents have killed their babies these days. I never will know why those things can happen. There are no reasons to kill a baby. I feel sad and have only a question in my heart: why?

THE STORM

   It was raining last night. A long storm in the evening. The sky wanted to cry. My heart wanted to cry as well. But today all is calm here. We, survivors, are sleeping in peace. Life is perfect again. Good day for all of you.