Every rose, has her thorns

The weaker sex they say...
the delusion that they portray
about a woman about the queen
she gave birth to a man,
but she, the weaker sex, she will be.


To the foolish man that thinks that she's the weaker one,
 have you ever thought if she's so weak
why does she gets to be the one, that carries the child,
 the one that takes care of me,
 the one that I relay on my whole life,
 without her I would not even be me?

Oh physically she's weaker!
 No, you foolish man, she's stronger than you,
 her body is made to carry you, your child, your grandchild,
your whole ancestry in her wonderful womb.
She cries, therefore she's weak,
if you lived a life in her shoes,
all you would do is weep.
Every woman needs a man....
Wait just a second,
 didn't that get proven wrong when God gave Mary a son without a man??

The foolish mind that thinks that she's of the weaker sex,
 always marries the one that he thinks he can manipulate.
Don't be fooled by the queen that you think you can torture,
she will get hers back and it may just cost you a fortune.

Never think you own her because
 before you know you will be running errands, all for her.
Never take her for granted, she's a unique creature,
if she likes to be submissive to you don't take advantage of that feature.
Get complacent and she will be looking for your replacement.
You foolish man who thinks she's the weaker one,
 never forget that you are brought into this world by a woman.
Anytime you find your self tripping over that,
talk to your mother and listen to her labor pain.
If you ever find yourself in a position to take your anger on her, stop ,
 think, and wonder, if this is the key to my own generation,
why do I want to hurt her with my frustration.
Very often people say it's a lot harder to raise a daughter,
what if she marries the wrong man, what if he tortures her...
 Foolish people only think this way,
if I ever have a son, I will worry more for him,
 what if he marries a woman that can crush him and maker him suffer in pain.

Never pity a woman no matter what situation she's in,
 pity a man that pushes her to the line that wears so thin...

Next time you look at her as a weaker sex,
imagine your mother and think, would I think of her the same way??

Share the pain
share a stain,
share the color
share a vein,
share the sun,
share a mom,
share the issue
share a tissue,
share what you like,
share what you love,
share everything and
you're never going to be alone.

The Circle

Being me that's all I can be
it's been that way since the first day...

Is that real events or is it just
letters, posted on this world of delusions...

Delusions and reality it's all getting blurry
like a beautiful painting of a tired painter
who doesn't know whether to paint a sunset or a sunrise,

Sunrise, the beautiful feeling of waking up and being
grateful for everything that you have been given and taken from,
waking up in a certain state and still wanting to keep smiling,

Smiling, that contagious disease that is the best medicine
in this world, it is the only free medicine,
so why are we so selfish with it?

Selfishness,
I am grateful I never understood it,

Understanding life,
Simply setting REAL expectations from people and life,
opening those beautiful eyes
and stop living in a dream world....

Dream world..... only good for setting goals
for life's achievements,
Dreams do come true but the difference is in details....

Details, those important moments,
details, how many relationships have you taken,
how many jobs have you ruined,
how many people have you killed,
how many educations have you destroyed,

So when asked why do I pay attention to
every little detail,
because details will either make you or break you.

Oh that beautiful mind,
that wonders so beautifully
like a beautiful butterfly on
field full of daisies and dandelions
that flies so freely from flower to flower

Flower, never stop giving flowers to
your dear friends,
they may just be the key to a beautiful relationship,

Relationships, the key that makes the world go around
and unites us all......

The perfect present

No diamonds in this world can put a smile on my face anymore,
the joy of roses comes only when they are blossoming free in the ground,

The chocolates don't even taste the same,
They are just not my favorite anymore,

As the years go on and I learn the real meaning of life,
I realize that the perfect present is a prayer.

A friend that prays for you is the friend that
truly loves you,

Because diamonds get old,
cut roses die,
chocolate makes you happy temporarily
but a prayer......
a friends prayer can last a lifetime..

So if you love your friends
say a good prayer for them,
wish them well,
only those that you pray for,
you truly care for.

Mama

To explain her love with the words,

is impossible,

to try to explain love for her 

is impossible,

to try to measure all that she does

is impossible.

While we're little she's everything to us,

all that we believe in,

all that we love,

all that we run to,

all that we know,

When we are little she's everything,

Only once you grow up and become an adult

you learn the true value of having such queen in your life,

only once you become a person you've wanted to become,

you realize the love, because she is the only person

that was there,

when you were a crazy teenager,

when you were dumb in early twenties thinking you know it all,

when you were in the mid twenties facing some of the biggest life changes,

when you were molding yourself towards your happiness,

when you were shedding habits and people that didn't allow you to blossom,

when you were slowly accomplishing your own independence,

when you realized what truly makes you happy,

when you faced the biggest fear of your life,

when you felt the moment of becoming a mom....

Only then, you realize that all the love you had for her,

was just a tear drop compared to the ocean of love she has for you,

Sometimes you drive each other crazy,

sometimes you grow different ways,

sometimes you don't understand what you're both trying to say,

but no matter what, no matter who,

A love between mom and a daughter 

is stronger than any glue, 

it's bigger than this world's obstacles and concerns, 

and just like a beautiful rose,

the love just blooms and blooms. 

Don't need one day to show especially how much I care,

because honestly I've learned in this life,

tomorrow isn't always the next day,

So I take every second that I can show you 

and write it at least this way,

I LOVE YOU MOM IN EACH AND EVERY WAY!!

Anniversary to us........

You were you 
I was me,
Together it created a We.

You had your life,
I had mine,
We gently joined hands 
And started living life 

You didn't try to change me
I didn't expect you to change 
And without any fuss 
We accepted everything that was strange.

Three years have  evaporated,
It was like yesterday when 
You said 
"Let's get married tomorrow
I will not be eliminated,
Not out of your life
Not out of your heart,
I want to make you my wife"

We knew each other 
For two months only
And I was the crazy one
That agreed to be
Your one n only.

God makes no mistake,
He puts those that fit together,
Brick with a brick
Stone with a stone
Together we have built 
Our loving home.

To thank you for last three years
Would be the wrong,
Instead I do what I always do,
I thank God for keeping us so strong.

Writings on the paper

As much as we would like to believe
that this life is what we imagine it to be,
but somehow all of our worries
and joys,
loves and
moves,
come from the writings on the paper

Whether it's a birth certificate that
we want to see,
our traveling papers,
our house deed,
a paycheck,
a test,
a diploma,
a love letter,
a doctors note,
a map,
a prayer,
a marriage certificate,
a divorce certificate,
an acceptance letter,
a thing that we cannot see,
but all our loves, excitements
worries, battles, hurts and joys
come from
writings on the paper..............