An ode to fitness

 Caring about your body is important,

it shows your will, your grit, your interest to be better, to improve

and that you are constant,

that you can be trusted and loved.

Touching a toned body is a wonderful feeling,

the powerful muscles built up with effort and sweat,

making every skin contact exiting,

increasing the heat.

Fitness brings more fitness,

being around runners, PTs, sporty pals,

will bring you a partner that looks and feels like a god

and you will mirror him turning into a goddess for reals.

It is not only the six-pack with zero fat,

that toughness and rigor, strength and bravado

that makes your heart go to 120 beats,

it is all the hard work that makes that "adorado".

You are an ode to fitness and you teach with your example,

and we follow...

in the gym, the streets, on the dance floor, in the temple,

anything that you will allow.

Just to touch, to feel that electricity coming from strong muscles

that show a hero who cares, a kind person who wants to improve

to be healthy and share the hustle

for me, you are the best partner, aiming for both to be in our best form to move.

Take my advice ladies and gents, 

don't settle for skinny, don't settle for beer bellies,

don't settle for flaccid, for bent backs and weak arms or legs,

aim for the best, be your best and this will attract the best allies.

This is a negative poem about being positive

 The shock of seeing two lines,

always followed by the eagerness to take a second test

to stay positive thinking it might be a false negative...

After 16 double lines, only one was single.

YAY for the efficiency of tests

and the evolution of science.

How to stay positive when all is negative,

your life will be destroyed from now on,

should you hide it?

no, you can't... too many people are involved

and will suffer the consequences,

but they might suffer even more if you share the news.

Meanwhile your mind is going down a rabbit hole

more and more messages showing support invade your world,

the missing phone calls number keeps adding,

the unread messages accumulate like sand after a sand storm.

This result is rain over flooded land,

you were already sick and in pain,

barely managing, and now more.

Why you? you have been the champion for being careful,

telling everybody to use protection,

not only to stay safe from the common viruses 

but for ALL the other diseases and problems you can get.

You were careful, always... well not always...

regrets for one night.

Now the ripple effect has started and you can't stop it,

so many people want to help in their own way,

even after you clearly communicated how they can help you.

Presents and roses arrive every day, more kind words, more I am here for you...

Your best friend asking you how are you gonna make this the best day so far?

Calma

 Con calma senorita,

repetis por segunda vez

la primera me llamaste bonita

tratando de hacerme sonreir, tal vez.

Respira profundo y disfruta esta segundo

Solo el ahora existe y es un presente

un regalo de los dos disfrutando el mundo

juntos en este presente.

El ahora en el que los dos escuchamos la misma cancion

el momento en el que la conexion es perfecta

y solo se rompre porque yo vuelo a otra dimension

a las apuradas corriendo para alcanzar la meta.

Bonita, baila mas calmada,

es tu consejo porque queres que mejore,

experientando el ser amada,

con la paz que decis que ore.

Evitando malentendidos, manteniendo el mismo plano

buscando un momento de paz,

Cuando me escribiste "te llamo" pero yo lei "te amo",

y toda nuestra historia paso rapaz.

Live music is more than air, it helps you to breath

 We decided to stay home,

to pause the busy life

to set in with what we become

to avoid any strife.

I melt myself in the soft big sofa

reading my sci-fi book,

while you gift me live music on fa,

that works on me like a hook.

You play Vivaldi, Pachabel and Ravel,

because "they are your favorites", you said...

"they were your father favorites too", you reveal

"and so the faves of thousand of others", I replied.

"Sometimes, I forget how funny you are...

sometimes", is your response return,

we both smile and connect in the air

the art we share at every surprising turn.

I don't want small rewards

 

You Can’t Always Want What You Like, my podcast said,

quiescence appeared in front of me.

I choose to engage in improving others lives, even when this dries me to the bone

I am not enjoying it when I am doing it, but I will enjoy after, type 2 reward

if there is no effort, type 1 fun, margaritas orgasm

that is how all relationships should be

just flow, enjoy, no pushing, no effort, no overthinking

just letting go and letting be.

I want deeper satisfaction, long-lasting effects

that will make me proud of what I did and what I am.

better every day, looking forward to more improvement...

Oh but sometimes distractions are soooo much fun :)

Sleeping with the love of my life

 I sleep next to the person I love,

the person next to me is the person 

I have been dreaming to meet my whole life.

My bed partner is sharing my dreams,

I am sharing my resting place with my teammate

this person wraps her arms

around me for a checkmate.

She has been there all this time, 

hoping I let her shine,

because as my friends repeated time after time

I am my own light shrine.

I am sleeping with the love of my life

I found her inside me and now she will always

walk with me like a wife

whose separate footpaths merged in the same main pathways.

You are sexy, elegant, smart, funny, gorgeous,

educated, caring, kind and full of compassion,

you can do better and be with someone glorious,

in a relationship exploding with passion.

Requiem time

 We dreamt of you, of your eyes, of your smile,

of your laugh filling our house,

of your soft skin and baby smell.

We cherished the pain because you were going to bring light,

the moments imagining you were the happiest,

but they were living in the future of right

but it was wrong to disregard the sapiens.

He is down, but he is not out (requiem for a loved one)

 Lovely memories are what you are now,

vacuum in space near me,

back to earth to feed the worms, thou

you fed my universe all the time.

Your white room that always welcomed me,

that was the place I called home

when I was an outsider,

that white room dressed in jasmine,

with the perfume that you got

because it was my favorite flower.

Sunny all year round,

inviting and velvet soft.

Your caring and love was always there

even if you didn't say it

it was in all the things you pushed me to do

for my own good,

all the challenges you guide me trough

all the time you challenge my destinations and desitions,

the times you thought that for a bad desition maker,

that one was a particularly good one.

Everything clean, neat, and slick ready to comfort me,

to be my home far from home.

To take me to new salsa places and dance don't caring about the "right" way,

because your smile was the right way.

Now, you are gone, forever,

you are down, but not out.

The jasmine perfume will always bring you back,

white will bring you back,

delicious coffee and well set up dinner tables will bring you back,

actually, the list is infinite, I just had ice cream and remembered our last one.

Your last advice will guide me, as the memory of those intense eyes

wishing the best for me, asking me

"So, what is your plan? You are a force of nature, not a leaf in the wind"

the voice in my head doesn't have your sound anymore,

you are a mental phantom.

It takes practice to walk like the dead

 The 20/20 vision can't be exchange

you had to turn blind to difficult situations,

because how you react is the important part to change

how others' actions impact your reactions.

It takes practice to walk like the dead,

detached and gone, and not hurting

just being you in the moment of this Buddhist creed

reaching the nirvana of absence of feeling.

Meditation can get you there,

just being in the now,

honoring your value,

being alone and everywhere

being in the present hue.

The dead are needed to recycle,

to give dust to dust,

we should learn from them

to let go, to be part of the cycle,

to add your grain of sand to the dune,

and let the wind shape it.

You don't know me

 You keep claiming that you know me,

that you did all you could

to save us, to protect me

but no, no, you couldn't

because you don't know me

you have no idea what I want

and you are clueless about what I need.

You are not even listening to my screaming

for closeness

for that hug that warms you being

you just offer emptiness.

Go and find yourself better lies

I am not buying your false sense of caring,

you obviously don't want ties

you obviously don't share my feeling.

You have no idea what I am going through

and the worse part is that I am showing you

myself transparent thoughts

and you keep claiming senseless "I know you".

If you would really know me,

you would be there for me,

you would hold my hand next to your heart

our perfumes merging together.

The Distance that feels like an Ocean but is just a river

 You won't believe me when I tell you

that you are always on my mind

you won't trust this truth shared with you

because I haven't shared it in the right kind.

You caused me to try to help

when my help was not needed

just my presence for this whelp

was the only thing required.

I thought I was doing you a favor

I thought it was going to be better in the long term

but I just brought more loneliness and zero candor

to an already solitary hermit.

You caused me to spread myself too thin,

trying to reach out over my own limits,

attempting to help even the ones who don't want my spin

even the ones that make me feel guilty.

We were so close, we have so many happy moments,

and now the distance between us feels like an ocean

a death ocean full of retreat components

but I know we can swim this emotion

because it is just a narrow river, not an ocean.

Remembrance

 In remembrance of me,

I am constantly thinking of you

how happy you made me

I can't tell you because I am afraid that will hurt you.

I have to live in the now,

but the melancholia is hunting me

like an old friend I used to know

who was constantly judging me.

Remembrance can be hunting

like a dream that follows you constantly

a surrounding haze that is invading

every part and vacuum despondently.

Blue skies

 It is a peaceful life,

now that the airplane lines are gone

we just need to survive

with what was left and our own.

No more white lines crossing the sky

no more distractions from the real pain

we have to make the blue sky our ally

or everything would be in vain.

Help me understand

 How does this make you feel?

Do you want to talk about it?

Is avoiding it turning you into steel?

or is it the only way you know to cope with it?

Help me to understand what happened

and how I can help you

Help me to understand how you finished so saddened

and how I did that to you

Same eyes, different colors

They were warm and welcoming

not so long ago

They were an open sky inviting

smiling on the go.

Beautiful eyes spreading happiness

hugging from their high castle,

now, there is only emptiness

and everything is a hassle.

All that wonderful warmness 

has gone with the wind,

time brought coldness

and messed up the mind.

The icy eyes were once deep blue

as an ocean inviting swimmers

while hiding the dangerous true

and the shameful sinners.

Why are we not aiming higher?

 When I see you so focus

so concentrated

when I hear you creating an opus

so fascinated.

It is only you and the music

you and the black and white keys

completely in sync

and in perfect ease

I wonder why you are not aiming higher

you are so talented

and you are still trapped by a spider

in a web of false charmed

Your melodies are poor magic

just you there playing your creative music

attracting all the feelings that are pragmatic

it is fundamentally therapeutic.

You could do more, get more

you could touch the sky

and even Mars and further explore

but you stay there, so shy.

I just wonder why?

all that talent wasted,

locked in a room

for only 1 person to enjoy.

My age

 I used to be the youngest one,

the one that was obviously junior

and had to jump and yelled to get noticed

and even more to get her opinion heard.

But youth is so volatile

and in a flash is gone,

nevertheless,

that sensation never went away.

Even as a senior and with years of experiences

I still have to push to get my voice heard.

My age was an obstacle, 

for being inexperienced.

Now, older, my age is still an issue.

I am not the "young lady" anymore,

but I am still treated likewise.

I got asked how old are you?

in a professional setting followed by

you can't have all this experience?

you can't be this old...

you can't already have a PhD, etc...

Why is my age wasting our time?

Who cares how old I am?

When your actual age and your appearance turned into an interesting topic?

What is the meaning of this age-related questioning?

If you look younger you will get tested to prove your actual age,

you will get tested to prove your knowledge,

your expertise, your value... you.