My mother taught me my first steps in life

Holding my hand, she told me

To place one foot forward

Balance

And move the other onward

If you ask me, 'Have you ever loved?' I would answer, 'Yes, I have loved.'

However, your question brings me reminiscences of a past love that is always in my memories.

Yes, and when I think of her, I wonder where she is now, she, my first love.

In an altar, or in a star

Where is she?

Tell me something about her

I must find her

Somewhere in my dreams

O, merciful solitude!

I'm sure that your mother and father

Deserve the honour you hold in them

Not because it is God's commandment

It's more than that

Not because they gave you life

It's more than that

It is for what they have done afterwards

Questions for you: How do you choose the subject of your novel? What inspires you? Do you believe in channelled information, I mean, a voice that comes to you in dreams to reveal to you extraordinary details, persons, places, and events? Does this voice motivate you to write? I would love to start a discussion on this topic.

Oh, success, what do we learn from you?

Since Creation, alas, you bewitch those who call you

And reward those who you answer, oh, you!

Like dry leaves from the Fall, we end us all

Remember, whether you are rich or poor

Strive to be a good person

If you are rich, be generous

You never know whose lives

Your generosity may change

Mostly, if those you help are children

Out of curiosity, I asked this one question to ChatGPT: Will you ever be an independent, trustworthy entity?

And this is what ChatGPT answered:

"Grandpa, how was the world made?"

Oh boy, oh boy, let me tell you:

The world was made entirely from the shell of a peanut.

"Oh, grandpa, I don't think so, that from the shell of a peanut the entire world was made."

Well dear, if you don't believe so

Then I shall explain you another way
How was the world made, is the question you ask

Let me tell you that at the beginning

There was this garden. The Garden of Eden, where one flower was born.

Beyond despair, beyond the glare

The Land of Healing Souls lies somewhere

You could reach it; you could make the journey if you dare.

You need no engines to go there, no wings

Carry nothing for this journey, no things

Suffice your will, your will suffice

The tongue can be very elastic, but it can stretch only to the limits of one's knowledge.

It cannot move further. Beyond that, it becomes a loose and lost tongue.

So, speak to your heart before addressing others.

On the other hand, the ears can listen near and far.

You've opened a wound, but don't think about it
You don't have to mull over it

Somewhere around your space

Suspended, the wound observes you

"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."

Please consider how many life lessons we can learn from the wisdom enclosed in this sentence!

To all that has been written and spoken about it, for the audience's benefit, I invite you to add something that comes from your will to succeed, derived from your own experience, failures and wins, and from what you have gathered from your deeper strength.

Thank you for reading and commenting.

Don't cry, my brother, my sister

Don't cry

Don't feel lonely

For you are never alone

In your own world, in your own self, in your solitude

Step outside and face the blue sky

We set a date to celebrate peace.

We build monuments to celebrate peace.

We place bronze plaques everywhere to celebrate peace.

We deposit floral tributes in marble memorials and statues to celebrate peace.

We utter moving speeches to celebrate peace

We solemnly pledge to sustain and maintain peace.

We do all the above and more.

If you are struggling with words or rhymes for your poem, here I leave you with four words: hopes, dreams, rhyme, and tomorrow, whose meaning will make a magnificent poem, and most significant, the four of them rhyme perfectly.

Try them, give these words a place in the poem of your life.

For example, I came up with this line: "Hopes and dreams rhyme with tomorrow."

I love it.

The world risks entering a dark era when leaders shun the truth and instead fill the masses' minds with platitudes.

Romans provided their citizens with bread and circus, thus, to keep them away from the affairs of the Republic.

I have the pleasure of introducing my thoughts on humanity. I hope my message encourages you and everybody to think and reflect on our values, relationships with others, and the place we stand in the world. I also hope that all the accumulated wealth of knowledge helps us strive for a more empathetic and unified humanity.

I introduce here an apparently light subject, but most necessary nowadays.

During the pick hour, a man checking his cellphone while crossing a heavy traffic street demanded that drivers swerve dangerously or brake suddenly to avoid hitting him.

Like people chained in Plato's cave, we are also prisoners. Our prison is a dark cell that we call "reality." This cell has no door but two locked windows. These windows are: 1) Dreams, 2) Mirrors.