Fly to her & feelings will take off

It’s 2 am and I’m on my way to Milan transiting Frankfurt. Destination my baby’s arms for a whole 20 freaking days. My feelings? I can’t even contain myself I shake for 6 hours on the plane but it still hasn’t properly hit me.

Plane reaches Frankfurt I start sweating I’m gonna see her soon for an all new adventure. It has been 5 months since we last saw each other. I’m in the airport waiting for my trip to Milan, we board the plane an hour later. I’m getting more nervous, they offer me a sandwich. Yes, you need a sandwich when you’re nervous. We reach Milan, my head rushes all thoughts at once I take my bag and run down. She’s on the other side waiting for fate to bring me in. She spent the whole nice cutting a board for me that says “You owe her 134 kisses”.

She, is waiting there in a white dress, full make up on looking gorgoues. A big nervous smile reaches both our faces and then a hug lands in. Poster? Closed, she’s too shy to open it infront of people. Feeling? I love her and these 20 days will not ever be enough.

We hold hands and sing in Paris

At first, we were both shy from each other. We were trying to get used to each other’s presence. She, exceptionally beautiful in winter clothes. Her Grey jacket stood out in reflection to her white skin. We went out every day and every night to see the beautiful and lustful Paris. There I discovered her, the beautiful voice she possessed and she discovered I sing too only half as good as her. Still we merged hands walked in the notorious China town singing loudly in the street and every body looked at us. We sang as we passed by MacDonald smelling its starch-full aroma. We tried to harmonize and it didn’t matter if we couldn’t because our thoughts would harmonize with the nature around us and with each other. People smiled at us, at least that’s how we saw it, in reality they probably thought we were disturbing. Birds were chirping only there were no birds cause it was winter. The positive appeal of everything stood out and for once we both saw happiness living into that moment in time. We shared everything, the most important being Money Heist, Frozen, and a song playlist that went pineapple, Jason Derulo’s 1 2 3 and of course Bella Ciao.

Visual Aid:

 

 

 

I remember you

I remember you when it rains, how we ran to try and catch a bus. I remember how we shared the umbrella you got because I forgot mine. I remember you when I go into a toy store or a furniture store, how we had to see every object in any store. I go back to those beautiful days when you were a constant reminder of the beauty in my life. I remember the teasing when I loose in Uno, your tender kisses to make me feel better about it. Everything around me reminds me of you, a blanket, a door knob every memory is there saved to be retrieved by my brain that brings you foreward every second of the day. I remember you and I shall not forget you because you are the soul, the stained glass to my dome.

Fireworks

Every day is redundant if you think of it, except those moments that redefine love and death. You’d say birth, but that won’t happen without love. It was August in Cannes, and every portion of my soul was roaming around lost as it always had been. We were both lost souls with active emails. So weird of a coincidence yes, aromatic though. She was lazy in bed and I was out with my family gazing at fireworks and she asked me to take videos for her. She was pleased, too sun burned to get out of bed. This was probably the spark of firwork that ignited our conversation. For my unfortunate luck, she was leaving the next morning back to Italy. All I thought back then was, why didn’t you talk to her a day earlier? That was fate and its tricks. The true fireworks flew out later.

She won’t let the sea weeds touch her feet

Music for the mood: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9s1tt9HCwk

She is away from any normal, she has the greenest of eyes almost as green as the sea weeds she fears. She thinks they are slimy, and yes they are and she screams “don’t let the sea weeds touch my feet!”. So I carry her while we are swimming in this sea of oblivion, and I will never let her down no matter what happens. A vague resemblance to when she is sad or depressed, I will still carry her around and smile, even if it isn’t the order I was used to. I can’t speak enough of the chaos she creates, it makes my world rotate in the right orbit. Make her giggle again. Here she is my angel, and she laughs so hard when I say “I might put you down in the water”. But, don’t worry even if there was no sea weeds I would act like there was just so I can carry you and hold you longer, between my arms. Waves can sometimes splash us hard into a fall, but I will make sure I take the fall for the both of us. Don’t worry if I get hurt along the way, we shed tears in oceans that bear the most beautiful fish, and the ones that live in your realm are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.

Understanding the Masterpiece

 

 

Music for Mood while reading: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOsJasWO_Jc

It was during the month of August in Turin when I started to notice every small detail of you. During that demonstration phase, I learned a lot. Yes, we all have our faults but we always have been raised in romance that true love is falling in love with those particular nuisances. But, how could you fall into some one’s faults? How do we go on about this? It was then those small moments where I would walk alone to get you the eye drops you needed, or when I walked around town to get you a gift or ice cream, it was in those moments of isolation from you that I started to realize sometimes you need to look at the art piece from a far to notice how every shade of color works its way into the magnificent piece in front of you. That is where I learned of myself just as I had learned of you. Things have to go your way in your kingdom, laundry has to be made your way, the bag packing, the way the dishes are washed. There is room for a little argument but all in all your way or else, if things go wrong, I won’t hear the end of it. Yes, it takes time to get used to all of this, but once you do, you start noticing how everything builds up to become slowly the order to any chaos. I saw this first hand. I saw it, your weakness to temptations, and the joy it brings your eyes when you cave in. You make temptations look beautiful, because you your self are a fine work that can never be forgotten. I sit here today in my room at my parent’s house after a short bike journey, pondering your words, your actions and dictate to myself, this beyond a shadow of doubt is true love and the journey to noticing it is understanding the eccentric piece of art in the horizon.

 

 

The True Spectator

As I sit here in the lounge at the airport, my mind takes me back to the memories that are better engraved deep in my soul. The moment I became a spectator when everything in my life was transformed magically. I was at the train station waiting for her, and my memory had only recalled her in pictures. I had no expectations, a total empty mind, nothing important was planned. She arrived to the aiport and I stupidly made her take the ride to th train station alone. I waited for her not longing, without any emotions, quietly. Then, there she was her brown hair covering parts of her face, her green eyes flickering. I froze, in awe of what I saw. Excited, her vibe contagiously made every cell in my body vibrate. I could feel her like the sun radiating on the plants living on my planet. She was, the oxygen my body didn’t know it needed. It was in that particular moment that I learned the euphoria of love. For 6 days, she showed me her kindness. She gave me hope, in a humanity that long failed me. I Spectated her, when she talked. I spectated her when she was smiling. When she was putting her make up on, listening to latin music and inviting me to caress her cheek. She focused on my happiness, my memories, and every picture on her phone was of me with my friends because the true spectator was her not me. On our last night, our good byes were filled with I love yous and today as I spend months away from her. All I can think about is the day she smiled and made my heart a home for her to stay.

#short_thoughts #my_love

[Audrey Collection Poem 3] She says: “Stay humble”

She says stay humble

Make the world better

Don’t let it crumble

And in the process, stay humble

She says don’t let hate fill you

Always stay happy and smile

She says even when anger is in you

Show them you’re the human kind

Let drops of modesty flow through your blood

Fight so hard to brush rage off

But, keep your class

and your elegance at hand

Stay healthy, stay safe

Keep your head up while gazing the space

Who is she?

You see her brushing her shoulders

from all the madness that was around her

You see her smiling like a victory soldier

without any tears or emotions stirred

A smile reciprocating the happiness of a child

or that of an old man living a life of strive

A smile of a young woman throwing worrisome aside

or that of a mother gazing her child

The beauty to the truth

mirrored with a smile

Her cheek bones stretched

To push hate aside

Short lines and long lines of poetry for her

Yet, nothing compared to her beautiful soul

Nothing on Earth could ever paint

That eccentric soul & her immense grace

 

[Audrey Collection Poem 2] I think of you

Under the auspices of freedom 

Beyond the shadows of existence

In every month and season

In every minute and instance

I think of you and I dream 

In the midst of the glorious horizon

When the sun sinks deep in the oceans

I see you, I feel you and I smell you

In those moments I can see you

Putting your make up on and dancing

I see you under the rain 

Smiling and standing

Taking a deep breath,

Looking at the sky in depth 

Gazing every human walking

Hearing the sound of wood knocking

I can almost grasp the feel of modesty in your heart

I can almost procure the beginning and start

I can see through your skin

What your veins are holding

Pounds of love

Extra soft 

With lilies from the spring

And birds that sing

The beauty of things to be seen

In these dark nights through dreams

Reality next to the clarity of the sun

[Audrey Collection Poem 1] Behold a tree I am

Behold a tree I am

Behold the silent stand

Hear the quiet talk

the poems I brought

Smell the spring blossoms

In its ambiguous form

Decipher the words

decipher the heart

Leave all swords

and procure all art

Heart on your sleeves

hidden from thieves

Shades of blue

revealing the truth

Out the ashes of fire

comes our own desire

Down the road to glory

emotions so holy

The journey to despair

brings your evening flare

Away from the eyes

yet, closer to the soul

Love is the gain

The cure to pain

A touch of a hand

puts motion the plan

Sun of the truth

behold our roots

Clouds in the sky

lure us to fly

Virtue to my patience

and patience to my virtue

Keep me standing like a tree

In the middle of the sea