The story of the mermaid and the lost sailor

Once upon a time, there was a mermaid who went to a cage beneath a gourgeous cascade, to comb her hair and sing her songs in a pink afternoon.
But when she was there, a storm began. She hid in the back of the cave and stood there until the storm went away. Suddenly, the wind blew stronger and faster, and an avalanche made a big stone cover the entrance of the cave, imprisoning her.
The little mermaid was left there, and nobody ever could find her again.
One day, a ship sank by the mermaid's cave, leaving only one man alive. This man, this lost sailor, was thrown by the waves to the bottom of the cascade, and there he stayed, waiting for some ship to rescue him. But no ship was seen there.
The lost sailor, tired of being there alone and feeling a deep sadness inside his heart, started to write a poem on the beach sand. As he finished the poem, wanting to hear a voice in that desert silence, decided to say it aloud, to take away the loneliness and call for good spirits and good winds
...and she listened to his voice outside the cave, saying his beautiful words, and she fell in love with that voice, and started to sing her songs again.
...at the moment he listened to her beautiful voice and he wished to stay there forever on that beach to hear her voice.
Both stayed there, together, in love,  but without seeing each other, separated by space.
...he wrote her beautiful poems and she listened them and sang back her gourgeous songs, and their love grew strong and bright.
...and the mermaid was enchanted, and each morning she woke up and imagined what her love looked like. And for each vision she had, she invented herself again, acquiring new shapes and colour, finally losing the memory of how whe really was in the beginning.
They couldnt live this way forever, separated by space, but joined at souls, 
so she made him promise her that they will meet at last, in the other world, when they will look after each other and finally look into each other's eyes and touch.
...what happened after? ...the story wasn't written yet.

The poet with the unfeeling hands
fell deep into dreamland's waters
flailing in the darkness
until he found a dream to grasp
to pull him from oblivion,
just as the final breaths of his troubled soul
bubbled from his drowning lips.
And when his eyes fluttered open,
saved once again from darkness,
He told the rescuers
"There was this angel ..."

from The Lost Sailor.

Reverie

Not with hands do I feel you
Nor with lips do I kiss —
No breath, no touch, no sweet embrace —
only my spirit fills this space.
Though I wander through the wonders
of this waking dream,
No magic ball , no scripters arts
guides the movement of my heart.
Yet I tremble from your passions
and reel in rare delights
and feel your gaze upon me
and bathe in its intensity.
Then I touch with my spirit
and caress you with my soul
I know it is you that I feel
and that this dream is real.

B - 2008

Today I wandered my garden path
dreaming of a rose,
lush, long-stemmed and supple,
and smiling brightly in the sunshine.
Not any rose but one exotic
who shakes her hair in the gentle breezes
of warm-armed lowlands
until the cold winds
from the northern oceans blow.
Only then does she lower her gaze
from the sun-kissed heavens
as blue skies turn to iron.
Long I sought this rare delight
in my mundane garden:
hope against hope
dream against dream.
Only pale petals and sharp thorns
greeted me at my doorstep.
Carefully I picked a bloom
and its sweet scent stifled my breath
as I smelled that other rose,
dreaming in the bottom lands,
thornless and boundless in her gifts.
Slowly I plucked the petals
watching them flutter to the ground.
I reach for another to build my bed
surrounded by her scent.

from The Lost Sailor. 22.07.2008

Born Again

In the garden of my heart
There’s a flower you never saw
There’s a certain substance
Within the tears I’ve cried
That changed me somehow
And I am strong now
And I can run
And I can run
And I can be (born again)

In the dream you never dreamt
I am the queen, I am the one
And in this dream you will be born
And see the things I never done

Wish

in this day, of pure madness,
when I needed you
you were here beside me
giving me strenght to carry on
giving me light to see my face.
a face that was hidden by fear
by sadness and tears.
a lust that I didn´t know
a feeling that I never had
before

Death

In the world I lived
I could not find the things
To make my heart complete

I could not find the way
To places I needed to be
To hearts I wanted to love

Some day I woke up
And could not find hope
And sleep was the only thing
I wanted to do

So I chose to turn around
So I dare to cross the bound
And now I know how love is strong
And forever is too long

After All

After all
After all that was said and done
And I’m still alone

I know what you’re thinking
My eyes aren’t blinking
And I know what will happen
I know what will come

Now that we’re linked
And I can read your mind
Like you can read mine
What have we done?

We’re not kids anymore
There are things we can’t ignore
Things have been changed
But I like the way they are now

I like the way the wheel go round
I like the way I hear your sound
I’ll ask the wind not to turn
I’ll ask the time not to pass
I’ll ask the sun not to rise
I’ll ask the night to last forever
Until the time we’ll stay together

One more time…

Dreaming

I am still half sleepy. I wake up to this world desiring to be in the other, to be able to touch you. To feel you. But I can't. Therefore the other side only exists in me and you, and I have to wake up, strain the body and start to live, in the wideness of a reality not desired, but necessary.

I only wanted to wish you good day . To give you a smile and leave for my day. And shall it be short, so that I can come back to dream… Good day, my love!

I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth
to start our life!

~Pablo Neruda~