To make you think, to make you feel. The God Who Loves You. It must be troubling for the god who loves you. Had you been able to glimpse your many futures. It must be painful for him to watch you on Friday evenings. Driving home from the office, content with your week-. Three fine houses sold to deserving families-. Knowing as he does exactly what would have happened. Had you gone to your second choice for college,. Whose ardent opinions on painting and music.

Poetry and quotes from my Heart. Poetry from a man whose mind is in complete overdrive. I want to remain in a constant state of improvement. You had a face that looked like serenity and words that did not hint of contempt. Your existence reminded me of sunsets and ocean waves and yet you still wonder what it took for me to fall for someone like you. You are not for everyone da.

So he found this place, Hotel Castillo, two-starred but neat and sparkling clean thanks to his meticulous efforts, located smack in the middle of town where people of all shapes and colours drift in and out through the doors, tentatively saying Hola. Where is the toilet? She had asked him, like a titillating invitation.

So relative is the cosmos we inhabit that, as we gaze upon the outer galaxies available to the reach of our telescopes, we are placed in about the position that a single white blood cell more . And I am as far as an infinite alphabet made from yellow stars and ice, and you are as far as the nails of the dead man, from the poem by Susan Stewart.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009. Friday, March 27, 2009.