Can you hear it ticking?

Tick-tock, Tick-tock

It doesn’t stop, will never stop

It goes like this for ages

Centuries and eras,

It’s never too eager or too proud

Never too bold or to loud.

Our bare eyes can’t see it through

We just feel it and mirrors will show,

Its signs are visible after a while

But you can’t blame it ’cause it flies.

Yes, it’s the precious time I’m talking about

Which we never have enough, always wanting more

Not really figuring out what for.

We try to hold onto it for longer,

But moments go by, memories linger.

It is either an enemy or a cruel friend

Which doesn’t bother near our end

It has no limits and can’t be stopped,

By me or you, science or art.

It has its course

It needs to follow,

So we surrender in the hollow

Of the Tick-tock, Tick-tock

That doesn’t stop, will never stop.

A poem about life and death

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We were young and restless and  loved life, our life. It was a late summer and like most of the summers we were trying to have a good time. But that night, after watching the mesmerizing sunset and bathing in the moonlight we knew that those moments won’t last forever, that the clock was ticking. Our souls knew we were running out of time, but  couldn’t admit it out loud. Not now. Not so soon. 

Martha and I were best friends since second grade. We connected instantly and were inseparables since then. We knew everything about each other and we shared all our deepest secrets. We hoped to stay friends forever, or- as we were usually joking-  at least until we were both diagnosed with Alzheimer.

But everything changed that year, when we barely turned 18. It was early spring and Martha got really sick. At first we thought it was a nasty cold, but her condition got worse. She spent the spring from one hospital to another, doing more and more tests. Nobody could figure out why she was so sick. Then her immune system couldn’t take it anymore and turned against her. It was the beginning of her eighteenth summer and no one was prepared for that.

We refused to surrender and decided to live. Live her last moments of life to the full blast. Make the best memories that would leave a mark in time and space. We decided to take Martha’s disease as a blessing for teaching us that every moment is important, that every breath counts.

And that is the reason why that night we jumped into the car and went as far as it would take us, hoping to see a new place and experience new things maybe for the last time together. We forgot all the bad things and that turned out to be one of the best nights ever, laughing and dancing under the stars, embracing the dark. Time froze for us, then and there. I made a promise to her to always live for the moment and don’t ever think about what’s coming next. Because life is not worth it if you spend it worrying. Just live, that’s what we did from that moment on, but things changed quickly and soon everything turned out to be a nice dream, a beautiful memory, a once upon a time.

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We went as far as the car would take us, because we had a plan and no one could have stopped us.

It all started one month ago when we first met. Jack was the bad boy that I’ve always wanted, but was afraid to have and I was in my last year of highschool, getting ready for life, not really knowing what that means. It was love of first sight, right there in front of the highschool gate where I first saw him. He was riding his motorbike and I was mesmerized by this James Dean, with blond hair combed back and blue eyes that made me melt. I couldn’t even say my name when one commun friend introduced us.

“I’m…um…nice to meet you!”, it was all I could manage.

“So, what’s your name, if it ‘s not too much to ask?”, said Jack, with a melting smile on his face.

“Gill, I’m Gill. That’s my name.” –acting more like I was  trying to convince myself that was my name.

 And from that moment on, everything changed. Sleepless nights, crazy parties, we were living a life out of movies and I loved it. I saw  a part of me I never thought existed. I couldn’t let it go away, so that is why three days ago we decided to run away. I was only 18 and Jack was 21, but we were ready or, at least,  we seemed to be.

Jack rented a car and suggested to cross the border and go to one of his friend who lived in another state. Our plan was simple : work for one year here and there, to get going, and after hit LA, where we could try-like many others before us- some acting. A very fragile plan, but for our young minds and hearts worked pretty well.

Plans are good even though sometimes life isnt’t a fary tale and things never work, as much as you want them to. Our car broke, in the middle of the night, halfway through. We decided to hitch-hike and get where we wanted. But as we were waiting for a car to show up, Jack had a change of heart.

“I don’t know Gill, maybe this was a sign.”

“A sign of what?” I asked, not understanding exactly where this is coming from.

“Like maybe we should stop. We rented a car and it broke, what are the odds of this to happen anyway. And our plan…” He said all these without looking at me.

“Our plan what? You were the one who suggested in the first place. We decided..” – I didn’t know what else to say.

“Yeah…” he shrugged.

“What’s wrong? You don’t want to do it anymore? You want to go back?” I already knew the answers, but wasn’t ready to admit them.

“I don’t know. Sort of… You know, we are very young and this, all this is kind of serious.” –he looked at me while saying all these, the fear of the unknown visible  in his blue eyes.

“You’re kidding me. You want to go back after all you put me through? “- I was furious and couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. “You know what, just go ahead. Just leave. I was stupid for believing a word you said. This, whatever it is, it’s over.”

I didn’t want him to see me cry. I was too proud to show my weakness. A little too late  for that now.

“Please don’t cry. It’s just that I’m not ready and either are you.” He came closer and was trying to wipe my tears. I pushed him away, not wanting any comfort from him anymore. It’s like something died inside of me.

“Like you would  know anything. Just go and leave me alone.” I didn’t want to see him anymore, but at the same time I wanted to hold him and never let him go. I guess my pride won this time.

Jack left. I wanted him to beg for forgiveness, but maybe that happens only in movies with happy endings. I wanted him to change his mind. He never did.

I called my friend, she came to pick me up. I was devastated but realized, for the first time in my life, that some things are just not meant to be.  

I never saw Jack again, though sometimes I wished I would. I finished highschool and his memory is starting to fade away. Sometimes I still wonder if it was real or just my imagination. And if he was real, he’s now just the boy I went with one night, as far as the car would take us.

A New Year has come

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2014 is gone and here comes the bright and beautiful 2015.

 I must admit last year was good, but very challenging. It was good, I got through it in style. Am happy I stood my ground and wasn’t scared to express my opinions. Learned that I have to be more relaxed and tried to let some of my anxieties go. Learned to love more and be in touch more with my family and friends. Am also proud to announce I’m able to cook brilliant dishes.

Hope 2015 will get me closer to my dreams and will prove to be a fulfilling year. Being an optimist I really hope this year will make us better, by teaching us the true purpose of life and enlighten our minds. Hope it will be a good year for everyone and we will appreciate it, because truth to be told, there’s not one like it.

Welcome 2015 and good luck! Lots of love