In the Eyes of the beholder

 

12729060_10153475510445829_8384152859176712772_n.jpgWhen I look at a landscape, I see a painting. 

When I look at an animal, I see an angel.

When I look at food, I see a heavenly banquet.

When I look at a book, I see an adventure.

When I look at myself, I see beauty.

When I look at people, I see characters in a fairy tale.

When I look at the rain, I see fire.

When I look at a love affair, I see poetry.

When I look at a long road, I see opportunities.

When I look at darkness, I see light.

When I look at life, I see dreams. 

Don´t ask me why I speak in “poetic” ways – I don´t speak in poetic ways; I am poetry – poems of all genres, times and styles sleep in my eyes, eager to be awakened.

Life, or the way I see it, is pure poetry. There´s no artifice, effort or wish for effect in my words – just truth and, perhaps, occasional clarity. 

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