What if … ?


What if …?

What if the flow of unpredictable words you adore
and wait with impatience to hear,
because it comes with the language of my heart,
with the alphabet of my existence,
what if this continuous flow one day stops
and I have no more beautiful things to tell you,
no more stories of miracles to share with you?

Will you go to the first bookstore and replace my fairy tales
with a novel randomly chosen from the first bookshelf you saw?
Or will you try to find new inspiration to touch my lips with,
so I could speak to you again?

What if the brilliance, the enigma in my eyes
that you always wonder how to explain,
because it comes from a world of mystery,
from a land not mentioned in any geographic maps,
what if this secret of my look one day is gone
and I have no more potential to see you as someone special,
no more effort left to look at you with love?

Will you forget the color of my eyes and discover
new eyes to look at, in the crowd of people ahead of you?
Or will you make me see the different, non-existing side of you
and make me love you even more because of it?

What if the temptation that comes out of my body
and you put on pedestal with a triumph, ignoring our weak powers,
glorifying the first time you owned me,
what if this allurement, together with my body,
one day turns into ashes and I have no more feelings to offer,
not even a single act of care?

Will you accept the dry lust from a woman-stranger you will
accidentally meet in a bar, drunk, because you no longer have me?
Or will you read all scientific books to learn new ways to wake up
the volcano of hidden passion, buried deep inside of my body?

What if my heart that is the center of our lives,
both, mine and yours, because is connected to your heart
like a mom and a baby with an umbilical cord,
what if this heart one day choose to take a different path
and I have no more stability to comfort you with,
no more hopes and dreams to go after?

Will you stop hoping and dreaming too and take the road
to nowhere so you could forget about the memories of me?
Or will you collect in a silver jar
two drops of rain, piece of sunshine and a snowflake
and give them to an African magician to create
a new heart I can love you with again?

What if in just one day what we thought is good for us
suddenly appears not to be?
Will you surrender and accept the waste of tune with silence,
like many others did?
Or will you still stand by me and climb mountains, swim oceans,
make the impossible possible to bring it all back ?


“What if …?” by Blaga Todorova


© 2011  Broken Sparkles


A little of everything post


The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.

Albert Einstein

Dear Mr. Einstein, I truly admire all your greatness and love your quotes which I often use, but I have one question …

How come they almost never apply to my persona?

Like the quote above? How come with me everything happens at the same time?

This past week I wanted to do so many posts here, but real life happened at once and I just couldn’t.


I wanted to make a post about the interview with me at Jingle Poetry, which you can read here, if you still haven’t

Meet The Poet On Wednesday – Scent of my heart

and to thank everyone that left me beautiful comments.


I wanted in the same post to share about the interview I did at Jingle Poetry with Caribbean Fool and thank him

for his time and the fun doing the questions and reading the answers,

and most of all to thank him for the smiles.

Meet The Poet On Wednesday – Caribbean Fool


I planned on writing a poem to accept the Perfect Poet Award, at Thursday Rally, for week 38, given me by Jingle.

I accept the award here and my nomination goes to Ina.


I wanted to thank Cherlyn and Sonam for being patient with me on our little projects.

Girls, I promise I’ll go back to normal soon.


Thank you everyone that came here and left a comment, spent time to read and appreciate my posts.

I’m sorry if I’ve missed to answer a comment or return a visit, it wasn’t on purpose.


And last …

I wanted to share a little happiness with you, my poem What if …?,

my Potluck entry for this week,

was included in an online literary journal

Whippoorwill journal

and all this thanks to Marissa Mullins.


To end the post, one more thank you to Jamie Dedes for everything and always, just because she is Jamie.

Come back tomorrow and read a post dedicated to Jamie.

If you haven’t read her poem The Jinn Poet, you should, masterful writing.


Love you all …

It’s funny how yesterday I was asking for another Sunday and today I’m glad it’s Monday …


© 2011  Broken Sparkles