Sweet Gypsy

It has been weeks since I have seen the moon.
But tonight, 

the stars shine bright as she lays at quarter site
And of course-
this makes me think of you.

I hope you are  well
I hope a part of me still lingers in your heart
I hope you know... 
(a silent whisper- I love you still)

Too many days have past
too many worlds apart
I have a picture of you

 that has  worn old by my gaze
yet the memory of your beauty 

remains etched in my mind
You are my eternal inspiration
my muse
my ghost

And the stars close their eyes

 as the moon  shines her light
Sweet Gypsy tango in my heart 

 lose your soul with me tonight

 make believe that we are not apart

Sweet Gypsy Rose

How Many

How many
How many steps did you take today
How many breaths did you breathe
How many faces did you see
Can you remember their smile
Do you remember where you were
Did you live in each moment
How many thoughts did you have in the course of the day
Did it expand your mind
Did you breathe did you smile
How many hours minutes or seconds was your day
How many times did you stop to see what surrounds you
MCV

How is it going today

How is it going today

I would like the day to stop.
I would like to see 1% of the 5% of things, the things Professor Stoler says I see. I won't attempt to see the other 95%. I  want to notice my breath fill my lungs. I would like to feel by feet step each step. I would like to see all of my classmates' faces and remember the color of their eyes. I would like to smile slowly, deliberately at people who pass by. I would like to enter each classroom with my brain open all the way and I would like to leave each room with my brain box filled with new ideas. I would like a couple of "aha" moments.I would like to see my children smile and hear their joy as they tell me the adventures of their day.

MCV

Primavera

sometimes days don't belong to us

sometimes days belong to the wind
sometimes days are toys we master and enjoy
sometimes days slip away while we lay in our bed
sometimes days are beginnings and
sometimes days are  ends
sometimes days are winters and
sometimes days are spring.

Rest in peace   Tata  Enrique    

Enrique Chiriboga Villaquiran 11.17.10