Blues song An un common day ________________ I breathed the heavy air Of an uncommon day, “once upon a time” said the old blind man, But I didn’t care about him, Just only about the soul, It was an uncommon day. I walked through my dreams With my spirit in my hands, The heavy heart is knocking on my door, But I didn’t care about it, Just only about the soul, It was an uncommon day. The pain is still waiting for Weak people to scare, With its bright blue eyes hidden in the dark, But we didn’t care about it, Just only about the soul, It was an uncommon day. Three owls on a red tree With big silver feathers , Six eyes full of curiosity are watching me, And now I care about them, With a sad song in my soul, It was an uncommon day.

The boat Judy was low. She never saw the stars like that night. Perhaps she was looking for signs of solace from the sky but it never answered her questions, never got her the presence of God, never got a friendship sign. Only the stars, a lot of lighting stars, beautiful jewelry but they weren’t enough. She always liked walking through the night but that night was too dark for her, no noise around her, all the dark edges of the old buildings were free of details, deleted from her tears . She was crying without any sound, only a big empty space in her head, a stone in her heart, the certainty of having lost everything. She was walking aimlessly when a boat catch her attention. A sparkling light from the top of the boat was lighting the coast of the river tearing the deep dark. She didn’t know what they were looking for. She didn’t care. She was hypnotized by that strong light. From the middle of the bridge she had a good sight of the boat on the river but she noticed that the sparkling light had deleted all the stars upon her. From the sky no God, no signs, no stars. It was winter. The icy water of the river cooled instantly her heart. She could not swim and during her slow going down her sad eyes saw thousands of little lights, a lot of lighting stars, beautiful jewelry but they weren’t enough.

A Common Woman Which is her best time during his work? The one spent going at work. She loves going out from her building and breathe the cold wind of the early morning, watching on her left and her right catching a glimpse about the people she is surrounded from. She loves the fat woman with that embarrassing pink hat during her bad attempt to have a stroll with that small dog similar to a big rat. “ It would be better to put on a diet.” She thought. She loves that half-blind man sit on that rusty bench with his big magnifying glass supported on that old book. She noticed that in the last two month he was able to read only two or three pages. “ It would be better to choose another hobby.” She thought. And what about that red hair mother with two sons , perpetually in late, fighting with them in the aim to go together at school with that too small yellow car. “It would be better to buy a biggest car.” She thought . She loves to walk across the park through the green trees, she loves the smell of cherry blossoms and them pure white color. “It would be better to plant peach trees.” She thought. She came out of the park and she was crossing the road while a bus hit and killed her. “It would be better to cross the pedestrian crossing” People thought.

Lost. Who am I? Where am I? I’m feeling lost , I’m not able to see anything, I can’t listen any sound, any noise. I lost my mind, I’m going crazy. I try to fly into this undefined black sky, I try to swim into this deep dark sea with no one lighthouse as lifeline. The silence is so strong that I can hear my heartbeat. Where are my parents? Where are my sons? I need to fight to looking for them, I must find them. No love , no feel, no life when we are lonely. Suddenly I hear a far sweet voices of children. I open my eyes, I was sleeping, It was a nightmare. My sons are playing in the garden in a warm shining spring day while my wife is reading a book. Now I know which is the meaning of nightmares. To taste that sweet sensation of the beautiful moments of our life. That are the few.

The Blue Balloon Ron was watching his beautiful blue balloon tied to his right arm. Like all the four year old kids, he was absorbed in the thoughts of a child. We don’t know what he was fantasising about but we can imagine he wanted to be an astronaut surfing through space, a fireman who is helping a little cat stuck up a tree or a football player scoring a goal during the final of the world championships. Only kids are able to have such realistic daydreams. Not too far away his father was watching him, softly envying his sinless carefreeness, proud to see his son watching his blue balloon and ready to became a man, a good one he swore. Suddenly the thin string came loose from his arm allowing the balloon to fly free into the sky. Ron began to cry loudly. “Don’t cry Ron” his father said ” let your dreams fly away, free”. Ron didn’t stop crying but father and son remained together, watching the blue balloon flying into the future.

The Lonely Raindrop It was late. The raining night was making Peter uneasy, while he was standing up in his room with a faint light of a broken old gray lamp. A small raindrop on the glass of the window caught his attention. It stood in the same place despite other raindrops were won by the force of gravity falling down making thin wet rows. He accosted his face to the cold glass with only one thought in his head. “I am like this lonely raindrop, I am attached to life but I am destined to fall down sooner or later” he thought. It was late, no one was walking on the street, no cars on the road, no one noise, only Peter and his little raindrop, both attached to life while the rain was continuing its unceasing fall.

The Walk The forest was light and beautiful with crimson sky upon it. All trees had green leaves and flowers were blooming. Many birds were there and I heard them all twitting. I felt really relaxed and safe. Behind a small hill I found a two storeys light house that seemed a chalet, all wooden built ,with a white fence and full of colored flowers upon a perfectly cutted grass. I went in with the aim to satisfy my curiosity. A big room was downstairs with a big kitchen and a round dining table in the center of the room. On my left edge a nice fireplace was burning his wood making warm the house. By a small wooden stair I went to the second floor when I suddenly noticed a red big sofa on my left and a blue one on the right. Nothing else was there, no bed, no chairs, no tables. “Strange!” I thought “Where did the owner sleep during the night?”. I left the nice house thinking about the faceless owner that was living there. After ten minutes of walking I heard a sound similar to a snore. I went near the place from where the noise came from and I saw a big brown bear who was sleeping on a big green bed, the missing bed of the house! “Hey Mr Bear, do you know where the owner of the house is?” I said. The bear awoke and , with a grave voice, said: “I ate him and now I want to sleep”. “And why did you eat him?”. I answered “Because I didn't want to sleep anymore on the ground and I needed a comfortable bed. He didn't want to give me his one!”.Mr Bear said . “Now I know, you are right Mr. Bear, the ground is harder and colder than a comfortable bed. Have sweet dreams friend.” And I carried on walking on my way. I walked up to I arrived in front of a gate. It was rusty and broken. Inside it an abandoned garden with wild plants was waiting a gardener or someone who wants to put order. No one went and no one will go to put order, I didn’t know why but it was so. I quickly left the abandoned garden with a bad feel inside my heart. Luckly I noticed a long and hight wall with a stairs near it. I am curious, you know, so I went up the stairs and more I climbed more I saw a bright light from the other side of the wall. When I was on the top I saw a sparkling light flashing my eyes. It was the sun on my face, I awoke and took a look around me. I was fell asleep on a lawn. “What a strange dream, it’s time to go home.” I thought and I started to walk in the forest, a light and beautiful forest.

Humor Never put ITALKY between wife and husband.......

Run out What's going on dudes? Whenever I want to write something new , my mind deletes all my thoughts , resets my brain and I find myself watching one indefinite point on the screen. I am sure that the mine is the classical " crisis of the crazy poet". But I also think that I am not a poet, so that is the "crisis of the crazy". Which are the new words I learned last days? Let me think. Run out. So I must use it: I run out all my thoughts. Done. And now? I have a question about my new learned expression. How can you understand if I'm speaking about something in the past or in the present if I say " I run out all my thoughts"? I think that it depends from the context but now there is no context. It is frustrating to write that stuff whereas my mind is so brilliant. Is my mind so brilliant? Yes, if I often clean it. ;)