shells

She wanted to be celebrated for something that was just common sense, I don't know why but it filled me with anger. Still she didn't realize she's been wrong all along. How can we be so blinded to think the shell is what matters most? Beautiful shells can be empty and fragile too.

the moments that count

It was an ordinary day,

just like any other sunday,

family gathered,

grill on,

then we heard the news,

and the day wasn't ordinary anymore,

it was special and magical,

I don't recall ever being this happy.

And these are the moments that count,

when life surprises you,

when you're so happy that you cry,

and your smile is as wide as your face,

nothing matters if you just remember these moments. 

2015

This time I didn't write about my year way in advance like I did the one before,
2014 was so clearly great it was easy to set it in paper before it was done,
now I'm counting the days and hoping the last hours count,
it wasn't bad but the adventures tamed down,
I grew more serious and focused, 
got a side job which I love,
I'm healthy and at peace,
I'm in love.
Honestly, 
I've got it all,
but it's not ever enough,
remember I laughed more than cried,
stood my ground and justice was made,
discovered new passions and tried it all out,
spent amazing days cooking the night away,
renewed myself by giving my hair to a great cause,
went to the happiest place on earth with longtime friends,
realized how fragile we all are and how to really trust once more,
organized, planned and failed but stood right back up ready for more.

2015 had it's peaks and it's lows but I wouldn't change it, for I am who I am due to the shake-up. 

the old and the new

It's coming to an end,
and everyone is making plans,
celebrating the year just past,
or perhaps celebrating the new start,
because in the end that's all we want,
new oportunities and to leave the slate blank,
to forgive ourselves for our mistakes,
to move on and forget,
to be ready for whatever life has in stock. 

the screwing you over

The bad ones will screw you over but good ones will do that too, and it hurts worse because you don't even see it coming.

the fortune cookie

The fortune cookie seemed to be right, things were falling into place and suddenly it felt like anything was possible, but it didn't last long. After a while, it crumbled and it was lost, and I didn't feel surprised and it didn't make me as sad as I thought it would, if it had happened a few years back it would've destroyed me, but not now.

oh these legs

Got them from my mother's family,
big and bulky,
always aware of this,
no mini dresses or shorts, 
those garments don't suit them.

Oh but they've taken me places,
from upper to lower Manhattan,
walked until I found my way back in Florence,
hiking on that trail until the bugs won,
wherever I set my mind, they don't give in.

Got them from my mother's family,
big, bulky and strong,
even when I'm not on the run.

the numbness

Perhaps it should've moved me,
it should've orchestrated the most beautiful symphony
but it didn't,
I didn't even flinch.