Sunday, 17 December 2017

Green diamonds

His eyes are lights in the darkest night
And a refuge from the storm.
If they don’t shine
The sun is hidden.

Two green diamonds
Lighting up the way through the haze
They are the green grass
cuddling us in spring.

My precious man came with the spring disguised,
Disguised in winter.
My beloved muse
Came to my life and completed it.

Beautiful creature,
I feel like loving you
I feel like kissing your eyes.

I’d love to walk through creation with you
I’d love to get lost
 In your look so profound.

I hope to look at you
For as long as I can see.



The unexpected muse

When the hearts of the past returned last time
A man came from the mountains.

The man’s eyes
Looking at nowhere
Maybe inside his mind
Perhaps just his heart.

Giving musin and colour to the dark
Another unexpected but beautiful muse
Taking a piece of my heart
And turning it into gold.

Profound eyes looking at every key
With infinite love
Soft hands intensely loving
Each one of them.

The man comes slowly within my soul
Decorating it all with love
The man makes the river flow
As pen and paper dance.

Slender hand loving through the chords
As his eyes look inside himself.
And a voice as strong as wind in winter
Expresses feelings from his heart.

His look never touched mine
But his tune touched
my reason and emotion together
giving me the best of times.

Our lives are a strong tie in the wind
That not even the wildest hurricane will destroy.






Thursday, 30 November 2017

Way to eternity

The night comes
And two eyes get closed.

The night comes
And a new world
Is opened before him

He drives his car
Without even knowing
where to go.

He drives drifting away
And discovering the world
He had always dreamed of

Writers wander about the street
Building new worlds
Without hiding their faces.

He’s so delighted
That he sits down
And starts drawing

He feels so inspired
That he doesn’t know
What he’s drawing.

He starts his car and goes away
But he can’t forget about that feeling
That beautiful feeling of endless inspiration.

He’s feeling a kind of joy
That’s impossible to forget
He’s feeling the delight
Of creating without any limit.

New emotions filling his heart
A new energy flow
Filling his body and soul.

Life is beautiful, he thinks
And he’s absolutely right
Life is wonderful, he says to himself
Because, for him, life means writing.


After driving a long way
He gets to a beautiful place
A place full of images and inspiration.

Welcome to eternity, he read
Welcome to happiness, he said to himself


He finally found
what he was looking for,
to be happy
for the rest of his life,
to write till the end of life...

...and that can only be done

in one place, eternity.

Tuesday, 4 July 2017

The hero


There was a man called William Carpwright, who lived in a western town called New River. He was a very good blacksmith and belonged to a very respected family. He was a kind man, he did everything he could in order to help people. For him, everybody was important. For him, there were no social differences. In town, he was called The Hero.
He was married to Clare, a woman who had hazel eyes and fair hair, was ten years younger than him and was about to give him a child. But he loved her with all his heart. Every morning, before going hunting, he kissed her on the lips.
They lived in a small cottage in front of a park, in the heart of the town. He had been born in Ireland and arrived in the town twenty six years before, looking for new adventures because he thought his life in the place he lived was boring and he thought he needed something to spend his strength in so, he had decided to leave his country to go to Texas because he was told that was a place where strength was needed. When he had heard that, he had decided to go and help rebuilding the town. When he arrived, his honour had been tested, he had to fight against a man called Graham, the strongest man all over the town
That day, he woke up very early to go hunting something to eat for breakfast while his wife, Clare was heating some water to prepare a cup of tea for him. When he went near her, he stood still, stared at her and thought:“you are each day more beautiful, dear”. When she saw him, she told him: “honey, sit down and take a little rest while I set the table for breakfast” They seated to have breakfast and... Suddenly, he heard the noise of a bullet.
“What on earth is that?” He asked wrathfully while thinking “why can I not have a peaceful moment in this damned life?” he told Clare to go to the basement and to stay there till he came back.
He took his gun, loaded it and went out.  After doing this, he felt sad because, he had left Clare alone and his enemy could attack her, which was dangerous because he was a gangster called the Fast Bullet because he had killed many people with his gun, without thinking about the pain he was causing, just to show his “bravery”.
Suddenly, he heard “if you are really a man, fight against me” William felt so furious that he could have broken a rock from a beat. He pointed him with his gun and told him
“Listen to me as carefully as you can, I’ve got a wife who’s beautiful, sweet and lovely and who’s going to be my oldest son’s mother so, I’ll fight against you just to protect her”
The bullets came and went while all people in the town were looking at them with fright in their faces and thinking he would be killed and he thought “What will Clare do if I die?” Suddenly, he saw one of the enemy’s gang members disturbing and hurting a lady. William approached the man and his emerald eyes showed anger. He looked at his rival directly in the eye, beat him up and the man collapsed in the ground. As he saw that, he shouted as loud as he could  “nobody will hurt innocent people as long as I’m alive. Is that clear?” They went on fighting and a bullet pierced the enemy’s arm and all people thought their hero had won the duel but the other man stood up again. At the sight of this, William thought  “nobody will defeat me without fighting hard first” he hit the Fast Bullet’s arm and he fell down on the ground. The police sent him to prison and sentenced him to death.
William stood still in the middle of the street, he needed to put his ideas in order. The fact that he would have been killed frightened him till the extent that he thought about his son abandoned and loveless. his thoughts were cut short by a woman who held him tight and said “thanks for our lives, hero of every of us. God bless you and give you a long and fortunate life” he just smiled at her, he was still very deep inside himself and nobody would be able to stop him.
But the town was not safe yet. His enemy’s men, who were hidden all over the town, had to be killed if they wanted no more people to die. Suddenly, he heard steps and these words  “the town will be ours and that damned Irish dog will be dishonoured” he rode his horse and went away. He needed to survey the town to see if there was “more rubbish to pick up” as William used to say making fun of the gangsters he had fought against, including the Fast Bullet. But his way was filled with obstacles, he saw a fainted woman. He stopped his ride and tried to decide whether to leave her there or take her to hospital. After a while, he finally decided to take her with him. After that, he saw so many mess that he felt defeated and like fainting.
He did not want to disappoint his people so, he stood up and ran to see what he could do for the woman because he thought that, in case his wife was hurt, he’d like every man to do the same for her. Thinking of her made him feel relaxed because he knew he had not to prove her he was a real man. On the contrary, she made him feel the bravest man all over the world and repeatedly told him she thought he was the best. That thought made him convince himself everything was in his hands and it was his duty to save the town.
When he was riding past the drugstore, he heard something that made him feel the weakest and biggest coward 
“We must look for him, because Mrs Carpwright isn’t feeling well and is asking for him to come to her” ...something had happened to his only love, something had come to destroy him. That thought made him feel so scared that he shook the two women and shouted “what on Earth happened to Clare, to the only woman I’ve loved in my whole life?” He was told she was about to bear the child he was waited for so long, that she was growing each second weaker.
He lashed his horse and a smile appeared in his ivory face making his roughness turn into tenderness.  His mind wandered for all the adventures he and his son would have in the future. He began to think about all the fishes they would catch and the animals they would hunt. He arrived home whistling an old country song he had heard in the bar that evening: “thanks God I’m a country boy....” 
Meanwhile, Clare was in bed taking a rest because all the effort she had to make bearing her son had left her weary. When she saw her husband, she told him: “ come and see your son, he’ll feel proud of you when he knows what you’ve done for all people here and how many innocent lives you’ve saved”    
He approached the bed, saw the baby next to his mother and shed tears of joy as he told “little Bill” as he called the baby: “we’re going to have a great time, my dear son”
 He left him in his bed and, still weeping, said to his wife: “my love, this is the best gift you’ve given to me”. Clare just looked at him with tenderness and smiled while thinking how fortunately she was because she had him beside her. Then, asked him to stay by her side because it would make her feel better. The man did as he was told and spent three nights there, leaving the smithy in charge of Graham, his best friend and having the time to delight in Clare’s beauty.

Three months had passed and the couple was seating by the fire. William, with his son in his arms, said: “dear, have you thought that the last events have a meaning?”
She gave him a puzzled look and he continued: “I mean, although I almost died, it let me know how useful I can be here in town and how fortunate I am for having the two of you by my side”
She could say nothing and just looked at him smiling while standing up to go and kiss him tenderly. He just blushed and smiled at her.
Minutes later, they left the house to go to the church. As they walked along the sandy streets in the town, all people looked at them pleased because they knew how much he loved her and how thankful he was for having found love there. They entered the church, he made his way to the centre of it, and said: “friends, I’m happy to see all of you here. After all, I owe you all I’ve got. I won’t forget how alone I felt when I first came here and how understanding you were seeing me so down, I won’t forget the support you gave me in those troubled days. I feel this town like home especially when I remember what someone said, he said that we didn’t belong to a place till its ground receives our relatives’ mortal remains so I belong here now because it received my mother...
That’s why I decided to help you as if I were a hero. I also hope you’ve got a good image of me, if I’ve been unpleasant to somebody, I beg his or her pardon...”
He could not continue speaking because a little girl embraced his legs and said “we love you with all our hearts” he took her in his arms and said, “these are the things that encourage me to continue even though things go wrong. I have no words to express what I’m feeling now, I don’t know how to return everything you’ve given to me”
When they left the church, all people were crying, his words had touched their hearts because they found out how much he loved them.
But, for this hero, the adventures were just starting, the years to come would be filled with love, action, happiness and the love of Clare, his Clare.                 

Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Verses to a Manx man made of inspiration


The room with the winds of inspiration is filled
Paintings, poems, and songs
In wonderful harmony together live.

Music is in the air flying
Together with a voice
Deeply feeling the words in the song
And two thick hands tenderly caressing the chords
of a brown old guitar.

The man with blue eyes covered in glass
And a face covered with a dense white beard
Is made of inspiration and nothing else
And is pouring his emotions in paper and silk.

The man with musical hands
Brushing them through the cat’s fur
as she purrs in great delight
as if saying “I love you too”

the man made of inspiration
fills all hearts with content
and a flood of imagination
because he is a character too.

He is named as the symbol in his flag
And does not seem to see
How inspiring he is
Why does he not look within himself?

Thanks for leading me through
your childhood memories
and showing me

the treasures of your heart