"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry


Heartbreak Redemption


Her pervious mind borrowed the cheerful child spirit into the age of balanced assertive thinking. Driven by her kinaesthetic sense she tried it all, got hurt often badly and learned her lessons very well. She made the rough journey from  “carpe diem” to “memento mori”, deprecating her own ego and boosting her heart. Mitigating the material side of the existance she found greatest joy in the petty things full of life that surrounded her and her passionate heart got freed in time from many kinds of emotional skins revealing the core of a big romantic whose eyes closed for many things that make other women happy. For her winks coming from men, being touched accidentally or random compliments meant nothing, there was something above all these things that made her recognize love. Only one beautiful mind and one true loving heart could have been her love. She was completely resolute in her decision of never accepting half measures. She knew what she wanted and she did not allow anyone to waste her time.
And the day came when her fiery soul recognized that unique spark in his eyes. Completely silent in front of this epiphany of her life she felt that she found her one drop of peace in the deep blue ocean of torment: the enfant terrible found redemption.

¬ As I sink in the
beauty in your deep true eyes
my heart smiles and sings. ¬


220 words, memyselfandela, 2013 , Ligo Haibun Challenge

Sweetness Haiku


As I kiss your lips
I get lost in your sweetness
I can’t get enough

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the love in your eyes
shines like the sun for my heart
you are my kismet


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Good Night Haiku

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heavy eyelid drops
over the world and my soul
dreams on the skyline


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Last Of The Wilds


Last of the wilds.
Yes, that’s what I was born to be. I can lay in this snow and hold my breath listening to the silence , the meaningful silence of this deep wise breathing forest.
I can hear every creature breath around. The shy steps of deer, the hop of the rabbit, ths sneaking of the fox…
I remember how I’ve seen my father hunting a deer for the first time… How I cried watching the deer, how daddy cooked that night… And how I was eating… eating and crying…
Look at those clouds, and the light breaking through the branches… So much beauty… Such a fantastic light…
I can hear the voices of birds calling each other , sending signals in the sky, screaming my presence when I move. How can I possibly forget all that I learned in my childhood playing in here? I remember the sounds, the trees as they were 40 years ago, the paths that got lost and that nobody but me remembers… For the old men that knew this forest better than me are all gone, I am the last now… The last of the wilds…

living in the wild
the human heart finds things that
the eye cannot see.

hear nature breathing
for it’s your heart that makes you
the last of the wilds.


220 words,  memyselfandela, 2013, Līgo Haībun Challenge

Sweet Dreams Haiku


day closes her eyes
passionately embracing
her lover in dreams.


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Full Snow Moon


Full snow moon reigning
In a castle of cold stars
Looking down on us.

Full soul solitude
Of heart that hears no word and
Has no hand to hold.

Full quiet of world
In this majestic moment
Of absolute pain.

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Carpe Diem Haiku




Family. She was tought that this is all that matters. And it was because she was born in South America, in a family of strong characters, that Maria dedicated her whole life to her family. It was not easy to grow up in their rich family with their strong father and extremely religious mother.
Maria was the best in everythng, better than her brothers. Now a doctor, mother of two, wife and daugther she was facing her own drama: the cancer only left her few months to live.
It was only now, after a lifetime’s sacrifice, that her family forgot all the rigour of rules and discipline and supported her. Countless drugs and treatments were tried, countless clinics contacted, a cortege of specialists came straingt to the family villa to see Maria and find a cure. Even the old mother, Lucia, swore crying on her knees, in front of Saint Anthony, that if her daughter will regain her life she will live like a nun for the rest of her life.
Yet, all money and prayers served for nothing. And all regrets could not make good this drama. Maria closed her eyes in a Sunday morning as the shining sun made her face look like an angel.

Tears in her eyes
Lucia regrets the days
when she gave no love.


220 words

memyselfandela, 2013

This is my entry for: Līgo Haībun Challenge

Love Haiku



two hearts beat as one,
eyes in eyes and the same thought.
solitude in two.


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More Than Words

What is love? Did you ever ask yourself this question?
Many people imagine that love is an epic thing. Yes, it’s the only feeling larger than life itself. But also it’s a simple natural thing hidden in the small gestures shared every day, in the care, in the simple thoughts, in the time selflessly given to the other one without thinking of us, our work or career or needs. Time is something that we will never get back, it’s life out of our own life.
Love is in the way we make the other one feel, not a second best feeling, no concession made, no favour that should be returned. It’s the whole heart or nothing. The loved one cannot be “another”, but can only be “the one”.
So what is love after all? The trust , the forgiveness, the patience we give? Does it rely on words? But words can lie. It should rely on facts, on actions, on the level of involvement.
Don’t dream about love, make it exist and make it real. Don’t wait for anniversaries and valentines and prom nights and New Year’s Eve…  There’s no need for too many words. So don’t talk about love, just prove it, simply give it. Show it.

Show me, don’t tell me
Love is the quiet flower
Blooming in our heart.



220 words

memyselfandela, 2013

This is my entry for The Līgo Haībun Challenge



《无尽的爱》Unbounded Love


life is a journey
that makes us wise and connects
our minds and souls.

regardless of pain
we must all learn to share
our unbounded love.


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Life is a complicated game. One day God sends us here and the moment we inhale for the first time the clock starts ticking, the game begins and the button “PLAY” flashes, though God is pressing the button, not us…
I think the most valuable thing in this life is to be myself. I have showed my soul to many, but only few have proven worthy of my trust. I have taken a lot of risks, calculated or not, in accepting people, in getting close or being a friend. I have been used, lied to, judged, disappointed, betrayed, misunderstood and sometimes loved. After all this experience I am absolutely true to myself, I live simple, I work a lot, I can still dream and I am a loner by choice.
Yes, many have judged me by my accent, body, job, money, clothes, past, nationality… You name it, people will always find a reason to judge. But to be honest I really don’t care. I will never amaze anyone with the clothes I wear, for I will take nothing material with me on the other side. Why buy then clothes that cost so much that make others choke? Only to please others? Only to feel better because others are envious? Or just to tickle my ego? Well, none of the three options represents me.
Ego is a beast that I have tried to keep in a leash, but my heart is another story. I guess we should only show our hearts to those that deserve it. The ones that can handle us at our worst, when we are depressed , down , feel low and have no energy and no light within us. Because whoever cannot handle us in our worst moments does not deserve us in our best times either.
And there are many things about this life. Yes, it goes on , with or without us. Yes, we never know when it ends. Yes, we should live every moment as the last one. But most of all, remember, it’s never too late to stop, think, ask ourselves questions about our life. It’s never too late to change things in our life if we find ourselves on the wrong path. It’s never too late to end something that is causing us trauma, or to learn new things, or to raise our head with dignity and become stronger.
There’s nobody out there to make you stronger, dear friends. Don’t rely on anyone, people will mostly disappoint you. You have all a best friend , all of you. That best friend is yourself. You have all inside the energy and strength to change your life if you are unhappy. All it takes is just to realise how very strong you are deep inside. You don’t need to be strong for anyone, be strong for yourself. Look in the mirror and be kind to yourself and smile. You are the most important person in your life.

It’s never late to
change something, you cannot be
other than YOURSELF.


500 words

memyselfandela, 2013



Yesterday. The sound of the slamming door still resonates in his ears, again and again. He feels so very empty,even though Fang is there, warm, by his side. Good old buddy that never left him alone, from his college years always by his side. Fang loves him, only Fang loves him, Fang who never left him. Not even when she could not stand the poor dog and sent him out of the house every night. She never liked Fang, but Fang was right, he could not stand her, he is the only one that saw her real face.
Now all is history, separation is a fact, yesterday is gone. She left, slamming the door and taking all his joy and dreams. Here he is, broken, left with the memory of her beautiful face laughing while he held her, when they were happy, when they believed it will last forever…
He misses her kiss, her presence, he still feels her presence floating in the air around him like a perfume… His dying soul is melting , liquid like the tears streaming on his eyes. Fang licks his wet cheeks and sits still by his side as he contemplates the dawn and all the emptiness in it…

…the light from the sky
falling like a gray paint over
his eyes and his soul…


220 words

memyselfandela, 2013

This is my entry for The Līgo Haībun Challenge


Skyline Haiku


She dreams of your love
Sipping slowly her coffee
You dream of other.

Love goes from a bed
To another not caring
Noone has it all.

In the morning cold
curious eyes remember
the skyline of bliss.

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Lifelines Haiku


my finger follows

the traces of your lifelines:

our lines meet right here


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Clouds Haiku


I see you in the
clouds in my coffee, you’re lost
in another life.

Blue Jeans Haiku


Blue jeans, the symbol
of your free mind and soul. In
them I want you all.

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Answer Haiku


ever had the strange
feeling that nobody’s there
to listen to you?

when you feel this just
take a deep breath and relax
hear your own heart.

in this deep silence
that follows, the universe
will give your answer.


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Full Heart

Word pairs broken
loneliness is just a thought
you have a full heart

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So much beauty in
the smile in his eyes, a true
lost marvel blooming


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and I dreamt of you


the sad past has slipped
through my old thoughts and fingers
and I dreamt of you


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Haiku for Your Fingers


passion flows from your
loving fingers that bloom by
the heat in my kiss


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Morning Haiku

lift your head up high
new colors rise over the
morning blushing sky


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Love Haiku

couple on the lake
happy to be so in love
waves dancing around