Tick Tack

Tick tack
Your breath
Your swinging arms
Your empty head
Floating above this pavement

Tick tack
Your heart
Your timed feet
Your lungs at the same speed

Tick tack
So many images
And you aren’t aware
You aren’t here
Just inhale

Tick tack
Tick tack

Almost there
Just half a mile away

Could be Anywhere

The simplicity of nature

Art on the Go

Maggie Valley road

Congelados en el tiempo...

Corriendo entre las hojas
Me encuentro,
Sin nocion de tiempo,
Sin deseos de tenerlo;
Sola y sin lamento

Todo lo que siento
tanto que llevo dentro
y lo guardo en el silencio
pq simplemente,
no quiero perderlo

Corriendo como ninna
Sin temer lo que temo
Sin pensar que ya no esta
Y sabiendo que ya no volvera
Corro como loca,
Corro en medio de mi soledad
Sin arrepentimiento alguno

Este lugar,
Este momento
Tantos recuerdos
Tantos sin olvidar

y yo,
Corriendo y sonriendo
Y yo,
saltando y recordando
cada instante
cada soplo de viento
Cada arbol
Cada trozo caido;

Este lugar,
Este momento
Tantos recuerdos
Tantos sin olvidar

Conmigo por siempre
se quedaron
congelados en el tiempo

J. Sanchez

Espanola Way

Dance a walts
Dance with me
Under these stars
No matter what

Let the rain bathe your dress
Let it wet your hair
Dance as if the first time
Dance as if the last

Press your body against mine
Feel my rhythm
Feel my heart

Move your hips
Don’t be still
Dance with me honey
Dance with me

Dance a tango
Dance it with me
Under this lighted night
No matter what

By J.Sanchez

Insights from inside

The stairs of the brick castle
indicate the way to heavens
By the gated windows
Thru the hollow rooms
And up up you go
Chasing an unreal dream
A fantasy; that of a child




The hall has scripts of a past tale
As a reminder
It said all, but you didnʼt hear a word
Keep going, donʼt slow down!
Up up you go
Running as always
Racing to reach the top
Nearly in awe
But notice very little, if anything at all




At a complete stop with the gate broken
The dreams crashed
The smile stolen
And the heart? The soul?
Where are they at?
The guide laughs
And as you look back only the clown nods
In whisper you hear ʽJumpʼ
It is all done and gone

A place for dreamers

Only at the Keys

The forgotten perfection

Welcome back to the city

Feeling that peacefull moment

Canal St.

A Simple Morning

Pelicano

i will take a break

Looking up.

No Time to Look Back

Les Choses de la vie

Fish Market

On a Sunday Morning

Old New York

Start spreading the news, Im leaving today
I want to be a part of it - new york, new york
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - new york, new york

I wanna wake up in a city, that doesnt sleep
And find Im king of the hill - top of the heap

These little town blues, are melting away
Ill make a brand new start of it - in old new york
If I can make it there, Ill make it anywhere
Its up to you - new york, new york

By Frank Sinatra

Reflexions

Flatiron

I found myself agape, admiring a skyscraper — the prow of the Flatiron Building, to be particular, ploughing up through the traffic of Broadway and Fifth Avenue in the late-afternoon light.
By H.G. Wells, 1906

No Regrets

Everything I wanted to be every
Time I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave
I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me and
Everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant you treat me like a child
I loved the way we used to laugh
I loved the way we used to smile
Often I sit down and think of you
For a while
Then it passes by me and I think of
Someone else instead
I guess the love we once had is
Officially dead

By Robbie Williams

Enjoy the Silence

Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand
Oh my little girl

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

By Martin L. Gore

From the top of the World

Drawing the moment

The Views of Wall St.

Central Park