Fascinated, mesmerised, enchanted, dreamy
Your colours, your music, your poems, your words, your lyrics
Bewildered in this passion
I notice you alright in your silence, in your overpowering beauty
When your body is not your body
When your heart is just an instrument
When your life is a reminder of regret
When your dreams are disabled visions
When you thought it was all magic
And then as a grown up you realise
You are just a passer by and all those treasures you thought belonged to you
They never did
But then the truth disclosed otherwise
And the cliche you were so afraid to live insisted to accompany you
That simply imprisoned you
For you tried to talk and you tried to change things but you became deafened by the silence and so when the curtain closed and the last chapter tore all you hoped for is to have a better end to conclude the heartache that burdened your living days…
I dream in gold and I bathe in sunshine I see glitter and sparkles everytime you make me smile …I guess I was caught in my dreamy thoughts for too long, I really long to write that book again 💋
As I recover from the trauma of my surgery…and as the medicine and anaesthetic starts to subside…I can’t stop thinking of the beautiful lady, the succesful young mother, the beautiful wife, who was next to me…as I hear silence that suddenly refused to lend her peace..an unwanted silence that decided to simply ruin her dream…
A mother of 2 who was full of life, ready to venture with her family into the land of dreams and make a wonderful home far far away…with her suitcases packed, a chapter already closed and a new one ready to begin…life or destiny or an unfortunate event…decided to invade her life and steal it all away, in a second.
Yet, I can’t close my eyes without thinking of the beautiful lady who suffered a stroke, laying there next to me unable to move, unable to talk…my heart is torn and I try to find the words to pray, to find the faith to believe in miracles, they say these do happen and deep inside I want them to.
Beautiful lady, my heart tore to pieces when I saw what you were going through, my tears didn’t stop falling when I heard you cry in pain and saw your family united in prayer and in love for you to heal and recover. You made me forget my pain, you reminded me to overcome my struggle, you gave me courage and reminded me of a powerful feeling that I used to live by…called determination.
They say angels come in many forms at different times and I believe I was not alone in that room and you were not either.
You will make it against all odds, you will defeat the silence and your light will overcome the darkness that has intrusively decided to invade your life…
This is not a poem, this is not a story, this is not a statement or an article or a post…this is a call to the universe..
I cannot forget those 3 days of my life and I will never forget you, I will never forget the beautiful face who was determined to embrace a dream, and got shattered by evil sickness as a result…I will pray for you everyday and will believe a miracle will prevail and this odd chapter in your life will be torn away leaving a new page of endless happy healthy ever afters.
Just another sip and things will turn around,
Waiting at the corner, for your shadow to appear
To tell me the story of your adventure,
Just another peek at the window of that chocolate shop, with its lustrous chandelier splashing magical rainbow light and fairy dust that smells like vanilla and pink roses, all over
Admiring those beautiful miniature artisans that will melt in my mouth,
Just another walk down the train station to lift my spirits up
Serenading me with the promises of tomorrow,
Just another meet up at “Le Cafes des Artistes”
Savouring the beautiful aromas of coffee and hot chocolate as their steam dance on the rim of our cups like floating ballerinas, and let us not forget that last bite of quiche Lorraine, so splendid, so tasty, simply made with love by a third generation of chefs
As I reach the top of that mosaic painted street, I am met with old friends;The smell of cheese and wine, in that antique Brasserie, at the top of the hill, crowned by the ancient mythical castle, Inviting us to sit and enjoy that mesmerising ambience, sipping away, in our conversation,
For, how often can one step out of time, to enjoy, time in its purest essence and enliven each and every bit of his being?
Stop for a while,
Keep your shoes on,
Look around you:
Don’t they all look alike?
Don’t they all look like variations of colors splashed on a painting?
Some colorful, some cheerful,
Some dull, some indifferent and some faceless?
Doesn’t it feel like a theatrical, a play?
Some are good performers, some are not so good and some don’t fit in?
Sometimes you see their mouths open and close, yet you do not hear their voices, you do not feel marveled, you simply do not feel,
Or you might feel uneasy, unwell, un-amused, or shadowed by their intentions,
And Sometimes you just hear their voices without them speaking and feel their passion draw you to their characters?
What a challenge it is to see what you see, hear what you hear and feel as such; yet you cannot, except be in such a circle,
Now try to walk barefoot,
Walk on, look down, look up, and look around,
Feel the ground, the heat, the cold, and the pain in your feet:
Don’t you feel exposed?
It feels good; it is the chance to know the truth, about yourself and about your surrounding,
Those who are unafraid to walk “barefoot” truly make the colors stand out of the painting, show the charisma of the performers, express the story, beam their light,
Make you shine,
The pictures, the play, the theatrical, the paintings, the characters,
Will feel real if they are genuine, and you will not feel exposed,
They will feel unreal, and …you will feel exposed
When you feel grounded, you are more attuned, and you will be able to know, to learn, to feel, to enjoy your “barefoot” pace, and walk longer no matter the ground,
People, who walked barefoot in history, are beacons of light today,
They knew the truth, shared it and taught it to those, who were not afraid to walk barefoot too,
Let us celebrate freedom and get exposed,
Fearlessly as we surround ourselves with the light,
Let us walk barefoot and enjoy every challenge,
The only ones really exposed, are those who do not have the courage to walk barefoot,
And those who do, walk on inexhaustibly and leave a footprint behind.
Truth be told,
I was being caught,
Held up in two worlds,
Tried to fight, but then I realized,
I will only win if I surrender.
I gave it all I could,
I tried all I can,
I prayed to all, but I was still standing in that point,
That point of no return.
Years passed by until I found that a warrior is a winner no matter how,
It was lack of faith, abandonment and hate that caused this feeling of defeat.
A teacher told me the other day,
Surrender is the key to winning back your life and continuing your unexplored journey,
Just look out for the signs.
Surrender and let it be,
Surrender and you will see,
Surrender to life,
And give faith a chance,
Believe yourself a winner in such circumstance
And so it shall be.
Surrender like a hero, show up, stand up,
Trust in that miracle,
Surrender to your dream,
Make room for it to manifest,
Surrender, fight with life, not against it
Trust and you shall see,
The light within you will shine past the fields, across the sea,
Glistening like crystals, outshining any dark stuck from that past.
Surrender, surrender, surrender,
And win the fight,
Life is fair and you shall see it all,
Unfolding like a miracle which you once thought is hard to behold.
Trust, surrender, love and ignite,
You are the winner after all!
I usually close my eyes and words start flowing through my fingers like magic. This time around, the topic is very precious that my words are being weighed in divinity before I type. This topic is fragile and close to my heart, so writing this requires a lot of consideration as it concerns, the most precious, beautiful, gifted, considerate, delicate, yet powerful beings I have encountered in my journey so far. “They are real women who touched my life .” And so, let us listen to what I have to say and what will come out from my Gypsy Soul.
A dignified image, a portrait of colors,
Scents of courage that feed the senses,
A gentle warrior, armed with words of wisdom,
You are the representation of beauty, a woman who stands by her own word,
A magnificent light, an embodiment of zen, a force of nature,
Your eyes tell a thousand stories,
You are the representation of love.
A woman of substance and glory,
You are the manifestation of authenticity,
A woman with eternal hopes and genuine mutual desires, equality reigns your universe,
You are the source of mystery, spreading delightful energy,
A woman who engraves history, today,
You are the role model, an intelligent being inside out,
A woman, an idol, a peaceful warrior, an entrepreneur, an artist, a painter, a writer, an author, a mentor, a speaker, a worker, an athlete, a champion, a fighter, a photographer, a chef, a designer, a mother, a confidant, an aunt, a sister, a friend, a grandmother, a colleague, a fellow blogger, a neighbor, a relative, an acquaintance,
You are any of this and more,
I salute you;
A genuine woman with a mission,
No matter where you are in life,
You are beauty and beyond.
Light discerning upon us, like flames,
Sometimes it’s pretty, sometimes it’s an illusion and sometimes it burns,
Troubled by the past, cheated by the present, abandoned by the truth,
A hint of time, a longing for joy, a fear of deceit, from a pattern of unfaithfulness that keeps disturbing my peace,
A bond that keeps unlocking itself, as I grow older,
A treasure that reveals an empty box every time I touch it,
I know, I am being tried, tested and controlled, as cliché as it may sound,
I am being tried and tested, yes, for my endurance, but I cannot be controlled, that, no,
A Gypsy like me lives with an untamed soul, that can and will survive it all,
So I shall dance with the shadow until the light will learn to embrace it, and, reveal…
The mix of mysterious emotions,
The present characters, no matter how close,
Who will remain those shadows in my life, until they learn to dance with the lights and reveal them passers by.
There is a wave of warmth,
Approaching as we wait,
I know it is taking time to manifest,
But can you hear the cold melting?
Can you feel the breeze of love?
Can you touch the colors of freedom?
The music is getting closer,
It is a symphony of life,
Wake up from your misery,
The music is loud and clear.
Dance, dance, to the rhythm of this trance,
Get in touch with your soul,
Smell the fields of roses,
Watch the butterflies,
Hear the spring,
Bathe in the river,
Touch the sun,
Fly with the eagle.
Can you hear the music of freedom,
As it lights up your soul?
Run, run with the wind,
Dance, dance with the fire,
Flow, flow with the rhythm,
Just close your eyes,
Can you hear the Music?