Monthly Archives: February 2015

Life is everywhere

Life is everywhere
By Alexandra H. Rodrigues

There is a seemingly abandoned mansion at the seashore. Its sturdy stone walls, once white, appear gray. Yet there seems to be no structural damage apart from a dilapidated roof.
This was once the showcase for human emotions, for joy and sadness, love and hate, success and defeat. The people who built it, strong Northerners with blond hair and blue eyes, are gone, having left the mark of their culture and living habits. Every spring the grass shoots thru the melting grounds and grows till the shoots get so long that they bend and wilt. Not a single footstep disturbs nature’s process. At times a salty breeze from the powerful ocean spreads a powdery dew over the tender shoots or a strong, gusty wind shakes the straggly bushes out of their creative stillness.
Will this site remain until, at some unforeseeable yet undefined time, the world will come to an end and all will be remodeled for a higher purpose? Why look so far ahead? We will not be around, or if we are, will we comprehend?
This vision dims, and I picture little, bare feet of children in wet bathing suits, patter through the damp lawn again. Weather-beaten farmers are tending the swelling crop. The echo of gay laughter is ringing through the walls of the now refurbished house. Black smoke is puffing the air with a resinous fragrance of a crackling fireplace. Imagination can easily transform time and places. To be able to do that at will, I consider as one of my biggest accomplishments.
We live in a crowded world and no place, able to give shelter, will remain abandoned for long. Even while deserted it is visited by chirping birds, seagulls with flapping wings and nagging rats.
No place on earth is entirely lifeless.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday
By Alexandra H. Rodrigues

birthday
Once a year all of us this are told
It does not matter if we are young or we are old.
A year is a year and our life starts at birth
No matter when or where we start our life on earth.

On one for us special day in every year
We celebrate that we are here.
Why though are we being congratulated
What was our influence when birth related?

Our appearance on earth seems a miracle too
But with the conception we had nothing to do.
In the mother’s womb it felt like a dream
When first we saw the world it made us scream.

Then mother’s love gave us a booster
Some dad’s pride resembled a rooster.
Rich or poor the same is true for us all
None of us can their actual moment of birth recall.

It is however from that minute on
That to somebody we will be a daughter or son.
Quickly we learned how to rise
To what as destiny we recognize.

This possibly is why people decided to say
HAPPY BIRTHDAY on just that day.