the door

rainbow colored thoughts



I open my house door in two ways
One when I want to get out and be free
One when I want friends to come in and see me
To all of us the door reserves surprises and mysteries

Are we the same as we were
The day when we last said good bye
Are we estranged or ready to change to be friends
Are we the people left in the past or we belong to tomorrow

In front of the door lays my garden
The flowers which have been waiting for me
To water them, feed them, and clean them from al pests and disease
Behind the door: my conflicts, my friends and our thoughts that we’re independent.

color of age

rainbow colored thoughts

Age comes
Like snow falling
In a myriad of ways
Like a veil on the eyes
Like a layer of white on the hair
Like the perfume of lavender
From a bag in the closet
Where from the clothes do not match
Neither the body nor the fashion of today.
Nobody remembers when she gave up
The use of colors and she adopted the eternal black.
Ageless her eyes twinkle with life when she walks
On the freshly painted white street
And one can guess the richness of her life
In their light even when she rests
On the bench under the platan tree.

contemporary men

rainbow colored thoughts

i see them on the street sometimes
the perfect men, with matching faces
and perfect names; their muscles neat
the body mass at the right level,
the cholesterol in control, and sometimes shiny braces.

but what amazes me is the way
they are plugged in to their devices
ipod on hand, cell phone at belt
I would almost think there is a pair
of bionical wings squarely folded on their shoulders.

the other day I met one jogging
in the park, the place where kids go feed the ducks
he almost smiled in friendliness (like yesterday's)
fully aware that he was born right for today
then disapered in the harmonic loneliness of an iTune

happiness

rainbow colored thoughts

happiness is
when you spring out of bed
ready to start
the day

light on your cheek
a hand in your hand
a plan or no plan
for the day

something to do
something to wait for
some time to rest
in the midsts of the day

happiness is
something to share
something to give and to build
with you everyday

all wihin you
all in your brain
when you're ready to dream
at the end of the day

maybe

rainbow colored thoughts

truth is not one
and is not stable
but constanlty build
from different angles
by different builders
and put in words
by different writers

if we were to use
all the mirros to see it
to calculate all the energy
that it takes to shape its
multifacets
it might be cheaper
to make our own version

but then could we
ever reach a consesus
or at least rely
on a common clock?
we have been asked
to continue the search
for the one true truth

in this world

hide and seek or giving and receiving

rainbow colored thoughts

I was hiding
on the dark side of the moon
facing west
and waiting for a typhoon
to shake the world
and start anew
on the facet of earth
that has known you.

you touched my face
and turned it slightly
it used to be dark
pale yellow it was
in the face of sun
you touched my legs
and they suddenly run
but my mind looked back

I took my time
to learn to remember
the truth that is worth
I have put in a word
the truth that was not
I learned to forget
to share I learned
and then I dared

i was hiding and thought
there was joy in beeing sought;
but I had to keep far
and lonely
for there was a black hole
that had learned to devour
the seeds of joy
from the craters
of the hardest alloy

you blew the wind
which took the seeds
and planted them
on fertile ground
the tree has sprung since
its arms towards the sky
praising the light
and giving thanks

for the lesson
that time has taught
that giving is simply
the foundation of receiving
for all that you keep
is what you once gave away
with all your soul
and all your love

my legs have now
roots in the earth
it would take
a typhoon
to move me and even then
I will allways travel
with your icon
and voice in my veins

silence2

rainbow colored thoughts

Silence fills with your thoughts
which you let flow in empty space
they gather in a river
which washes your mind
of noises and dirt of any kind.

This one minute is just for you
and the friend you have invited
to share the richness
of your common silence.
(Do not forget to listen to his)

You let yourself flow and the ride
is as smooth as the river you made;
Keep quiet, don't ask for help
and help will come from within
from the deep silence itself.

blue tattoo

rainbow colored thoughts
the man with the intricate tattoo
must have had some muscle to show
sometime in the perhaps not too distant past
today he sits on a rotten bench and remembers the day
when pain used to be one step away
from pleasure, when he laughed thinking that
his body has become a piece of art
today he thinks that the piece of blue art
may have the power to keep him young.
pain comes more often to visit his body
they have known each other for a long time;
he himself looks no more artistic
than that old twisted branch
that he can crush with his foot under the bench;
the blue color turned towards gray
but when he half closes his eyes
the tattoo that he sees stays
on a healthy piece of skin
of a twenty years old
dreaming to become a marine.

the future has past by us
we have been left in the present
forever - as young as we think we are
the only chance we have left
is to carefully plan the present
we will see at dawn

white city

rainbow colored thoughts

The white city stood tall
in the middle of a green sea
its columns were shinning
the eyes were barely trying
to look them up and blinking
while the midday heat fell like water;

the streets reflected the marble's
color, the sweat of the people was falling
on the pavement and all this
while the world was following it, advancing
with one moure hour - slowly
but surely like the Washington traffic

all about feelings

rainbow colored thoughts

It is all about feelings
and about he sun who stays
in ones minds when he's at rest
when he chooses to remmeber
what is best

it is all about my friends
the few who stay
the many who have themselves
or I have left, about our love who made me
who I am

and when you'll visit
I will pour a glass of words
and you can choose
caressing ones or scolding ones. we'll paint
with them

an image on the glass of time
and when we'll face a mirror
with a mirror's face in a dusty corner you shall find
a humble but our own
post stamp.

local police

rainbow colored thoughts
the local police discusses
new rules they want o impose
they will be tough so
order will rule and people will
gladly obey;
the streets will be clean
and the signs clearly posted;
all people will
know where to go, when
and what they will do there;
they will be simple and clear
but these rules
they cannot yet figure;
and if they will
who will put them in practice?
they are but the local police
the ones to order
the ones who listen
and discipline will have
to visit the town

sweet n sour

rainbow colored thoughts

sweet sound of youth
feet stomping, feet shuffling
running outdoors to forget
all about annoying parents
their old sour voices
and sound advice.
trust that you have
friends that last
that their advice
will sound sweeter
to your ears
young and thin
and full
of the music
of today's teens'
all that you listen
to

prayer

rainbow colored thoughts

be the one to drive the dawn
be to one to raise the sun
be the water and the fire
be the mother and the son
be there when the sky is gray
listen to the our voices when we pray
listen to our thoughts that we do not dare say;
give us just what we can carry;
be the one who grants forgivness
be the one who help victims forget
please whatever name you bear
keep us strong - our belief
that you are there.
don't let things become so messy
so dirty, or broken, that in despair
you could decide there is no chance for repair
and of all the ways out of the story
you would start anew again.

color of night

rainbow colored thoughts

when is dark
packs of dogs bark;
on the face of night
a drop of light
the moon- flows .
millions of stars
send their light,
our sun patiently waits

it is to us to turn
our faces towards it
to get warm
ready to act - be one
with the light
never alone
never at risk
of boredom