Words by the World

Written for Writing

2011-10-30T09:36:00.001-07:00

http://writtenforwriting.blogspot.com/

Alex's Sofa

2011-10-15T12:27:00.001-07:00

New blog!
http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/

Serendipity

2011-10-09T18:31:00.000-07:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-n-first-time-it-was-just-casual.html

Today is My Birthday

2011-09-01T11:35:00.000-07:00

This morning, one friend asked me to write something and I answered to her that today was not a day to write, but a day just to read. But I changed my opinion. I always allow me to change my opinion and today I did it. I believe that today is day to read and to listen to the others, mainly to my friends. But today is also a day to say and to write to all of you. Today is day to say thank you.

For years I used to be a little ashamed in this day, I used to hide myself and avoid people. The years taught me I should not do that. This is the date that I have to celebrate my life, but also I should be available to all those ones who want to say something to me. More than this, I have to receive these words with my mind and heart opened gratefully.

Thanks to this day I’m here. Thanks to this day I have the opportunity to share this moment and this place (even the virtual one) with you. Thanks to this day I’m alive and I’m really happy and grateful for this.

I know that each day is a special day. I know that each hour is a gift to us. But I cannot lie to myself trying to be more spiritual than everyone. I’m human and I care about things that are not that important. I care about dates. Today is the most special one, September 1^st. Yes, it is the most special to me; maybe it is not for you. But I’m sure you have your special dates, at least one, at least your birthday, or any other date, it doesn’t matter. If you don’t have it, think about this. Maybe you should choose one to celebrate your life.

Today is day to think about life. It is day to think about time, about cycles that never stop. Today is day to say thank you for what happened to me that brought me here, where I am, as I am. Today is day to think about the future, to think about this new year in front of me, and be opened to accepted whatever life bring to me in these next 365 days. Today is the day to look back the previous days and be happy for being living a happy and blessed life, and look forward to even happier and more blessed days.

I hope we can be here next year. I hope you can be even more grateful. I hope we can be together sharing this life, this gift we received. I hope we can learn more and more to better living touching each other’s souls.

Happy birthday to everyone!

Something Happens in my Heart

2011-08-24T18:53:00.000-07:00

http://writtenforwriting.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-happens-in-my-heart.html

I Hear Your Voice

2011-08-23T14:21:00.001-07:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-hear-your-voice.html

One Day, Long Ago

2011-07-01T11:00:00.000-07:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-day-long-ago.html

White Snow

2011-06-17T11:34:00.000-07:00

http://writtenforwriting.blogspot.com/2011/11/white-snow.html

Mudança

2011-06-11T13:07:00.001-07:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/10/mudanca.html

On the Mirror

2011-06-11T12:51:00.000-07:00

I’m too tired of keeping lying

no more fake pleasures

no more live alone with you

no more your nasty mouth in my

body.

No more.

I don’t need you.

I don’t want you.

I don’t care about you.

My hands better understand me.

and satisfy me.

He turned the shower on and, while was waiting for the hot water, he re-read the message.

He just nodded his head while yawned deeply and stretched his arms.

After a while, in the bathtub, his hands were working,

giving him a real pleasure.

At the end of the shower, the steam of the bath had blurred the lipstick.

Gianduia

2011-06-09T07:58:00.000-07:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/10/gianduia.html

Sonnet after Sonnet

2011-06-02T07:52:00.000-07:00

after Sonnet by Billy Collins

I thought your approach was smart, playing with sonnet’s structure,

counting down the lines, with delightful ironic verses – but I don’t like irony.

For being in US, creating a sonnet is not a so hard task.

In other cultures the rules are much more restrictive.

We need more than only fourteen lines.

We need an exact number of syllables and a rigid rhyme pattern.

An honest sonnet should talk about some worthy feeling,

as love, peace, nostalgia, someone who went away forever.

Latin people, as I am, you know, are more emotional.

But in US, we need to be concrete.

As I am here, I forgot my Latinity; I did not care about Petrarch’s love and Laura,

and wrote only a sonnet about a sonnet.

I tried to create iambic verses, but it’s boring and too hard for me.

So I gave up, and now I have fourteen lines.

I Had Forgotten

2011-05-15T00:30:00.000-07:00

I had forgotten how your smell works inside of me.

I had forgotten how your hairs are nice in my hands.

I had forgotten how beautiful is to say ‘good-bye’ to you, when you stay looking at me, making it so hard to do, and letting it too sweet in my memory.

I had forgotten your eyes shining to my ones.

I had forgotten how your simple presence makes me happy.

And the worse I had forgotten was how much happier I can be than I have been.

All this happened because for some minutes I forgot I don’t want you anymore.

For some holy moments I forgot I have to avoid you.

For few blessed seconds I felt you close to me and I wished the time stopped.

Tomorrow Morning

2011-05-13T20:04:00.000-07:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/10/tomorrow-morning.html

Seasons in Minnesota

2011-04-03T08:14:00.000-07:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/11/seasons-in-minnesota.html

Subtle Differences

2011-03-27T12:20:00.001-07:00

In Japan, earthquakes kill some thousands of people.
Our hearts are trying to realize it happens something like that.
There, in Middle East, airplanes turn down their flaps
and daily they kill, without any pity, the double.

We feel really sorry for Japanese fate.
For God’s sake, why innocents have to die?
We help as we can, we do whatever, we cry.
The pain in our soul does not stop to dilate.

In Middle East we kill to show that’s wrong
to kill. Those people and children don’t deserve survive.
They have to learn to be free, as us, otherwise,
we will punish them. They’ll stop to be headstrong.

Why do some deaths touch deeper in our hearts?
Why one person deserves, others not, our regards?

Gaman

2011-03-25T10:50:00.000-07:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/12/gaman.html

The Day I Gave Up Flying

2011-03-13T13:49:00.000-07:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-i-gave-up-flying.html

Coffee

2011-02-25T10:02:00.000-08:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/10/coffee.html

Flash Forwards

2011-02-01T21:42:00.000-08:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/11/flash-forwards.html#!/2011/11/flash-forwards.html

My Best Friend Is Leaving

2010-12-17T21:55:00.000-08:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-best-friend-is-leaving.html

Why I Love

2010-12-04T12:44:00.001-08:00

If my son discovers he has leukemia, I will love him even more
If my father has cancer and lose all his hairs in a painful chemotherapy
I will not love him any pound or inch less
If my mom is suffering in a bed and the smell in her room is disgusting
For her old body being rotting
I will stay by her side, loving her as I always loved

I don’t love my country because it’s perfect
I don’t love my place in this world because it’s the best one
I don’t love your eyes for being the most beautiful and shiny ones
I don’t love you for your thoroughness or because you love me

I don’t love because, I love in spite of
I don’t love with explanation, with my brain
Troubles, defects, and pain make me love even more
I love you because I love you.

She Loves You

2010-12-04T12:21:00.001-08:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/10/she-loves-you.html

In a Tapestry

2010-11-14T09:40:00.000-08:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-tapestry.html

One Day

2010-11-07T20:34:00.001-08:00

http://alexsofa.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-day.html