Surprise!

I am back for some seconds...in preparation for the next months when the plan is to be present here everyday.That is my plan but which plans God has for me?

Puzzle of Love

Piece 14


I want to be a hiding place
beyond, beyond your senses...
And to be your spring of pleasure,
your sceptical, opportune tamer .

Do try to escape from my dreams
because the life will move away
and
crumble
like a avalanche...

And it will be finish
only at  the arrival
of
the
end
 of
time...


(by Roger Sartorato)

True Happiness

Enjoy the gift from heaven GOD sent to us,  like Jesus promised. And be truly happy even when the world crashes on you and  there is no clear reason to feel that way!

"But the fruit of the Spirit is  love,  joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness,
faithfulness, gentleness and  self-control"
(Galatians 5:22,23)

                                   

Happiness

Chickpeas, also known as garbanzo beans, make the person who eats it with a well being sensation. Interesting... A famous recipe named Hummus is from the Middle Eastern. It is easy to make and delicious to eat on the top of a slice of bread.

Just get two cans of chickpeas and drain the water. Remove the peels squeezing the peas with your hands, wash them in water and put them in a food processor together with one garlic clove, one tbs of sesame oil, the juice of one lemon, some salt and evoo (extra virgin olive oil). As much olive oil as needed to make the mix spreadable. Buono appetito!

Puzzle of Love

Piece 15

Her eyes.

Always the eyes,
precise and consize,
bold , speakable and observable.
Always questioning...

Hungry eyes of the woman
at the time of the kiss...
Closed  lids resting,
trying to see beyond the vision.

The hurry of
the fear of
the slowness of the clock.

The departure.

Eyes like fireflies,
blinking all over,
mixing past and present.

Always,
always the eyes
playing with our minds,
changing everything around
our imagination.

Always her eyes.

Eagles of  time...

(By Roger Sartorato)

Puzzle of Love

Piece 4

I feel the taste of your bitter,
naked eyes,
bathing themselves in invisible tears...

This way it is impossible.
Do not look at me this way...

Jump, dive into the world,
but do not forget,
I feel the taste of your bitter eyes.

Do not look at me this way...

(by Roger Sartorato)

Puzzle of Love

Piece 3

The time of love
I know is sense, voyage,
fight and harmony.

The woman's love...

From the soul resting
after the calm magic
softly touched by the verb (amar)...

I remember the carnival ribbon
opening itself and enchanting the air,
vibrating, twisting on its destiny, resting on the floor.

Thus
I grab this woman,
mirror of passion,
and hold her strongly,
squeezing her body into my heart.

At this time, at this hour,
I do not remember who am I.

My fury is my peace...

(by Roger Sartorato)