In our garden

I’ve posted some pictures before with our vegetable garden. I have to be “honest” with you that I had some help from my little helpers. ( They made me to be honest ). Here are some pictures with them.

They work day and night all summer( even when we were in vacation ) so we can have a nice harvest.

Thank you my Little Helpers.


Once upon a Star


Once upon a time

A star shown in the sky,

But nobody knew

And nobody imagined,

This beautiful sapphire

Had a nocturnal desire.


From then on, every night

She glow down on earth,

But not a single soul

Had not thought,

Her divine shine

Protected the world.


At last, in some way,

The star has died.

And no one knew,

In angel she descended,

To spread its glow

Upon the world,

That she adore.


The Wellington County Museum

Last weekend we visit the Wellington County Museum located between Fergus and Elora in Ontario, Canada.  It was built in 1877 for refugee and poor people from Wellington County.

When you visit this place, it really shows you just how large the holes in old society used to be. It can be overwhelming at times to think of how easily you would’ve ended up in a place like this a hundred years ago. There are other exhibits there that change regularly, but the most powerful part of the experience is the poorhouse. It’s not only fine for kids to visit this place, but it gives them something valuable to think about, as opposed to another theme park visit. Museum is free by donation and it’s worth the drive!

I took some pictures and I will share with you . Enjoy them.

The most important exhibit is about how poor people use to live in here.

One of the exhibition was about WW I.

It is a great place to learn about local and Canadian History.



I anchor my spirit among the stars

To breathe their eternal power,

And abandon my restless mind,

In an attempt to hide from the sorrow.


My desire is painted in vivid colors

And able to filter my restless thoughts,

To release the flavor of silence rumors,

About my eternal secrete space.


A space where my rowdy whisper,

Is beating every unspoken word,

Therefore, my balanced soul can anchor,

Deep, inside of a silent world.



Listen to the words

That breeze into the wind,

Listen to the child

When laughing with joy,

Listen to your love

Once hate is in your heart,

Listen to the sadness

With every tear drop,

Listen to the hunger

In all your bites for life,

Listen to the winner

Of every cancer fight,

Listen to the God

With every pray you do,

Listen to the peace

In any one of you.


To my Father

It’s a long time since your death,

And I miss your voice Dad,

Wise and gentle words of guidance,

Faith in me and thoughts in silence.

I wish you were here,

To protect me from my fears,

Next to me, like in the past,

When my thoughts were very fast.


I have a strange desire

You and me, around a campfire,

Telling you about endeavors,

Which we never spend together.


I feel now your kindness touch,

Of an angel on the watch,

To protect my humble love,

Which you gave me as a trove.

Happy Fathers Day!!!!

Inside voice

Inside voice

Born in a shadow of a mind,

Without the strength to shine.

Trigger an earthquake inside,

When it tries to come to life.

In misery the present is buried,

At the time of declared.

With sorrow the voice is slain,

When desire screams in pain.

From a silent naive thought,

A subliminal sigh was left.

Adrian B.

I write…..

I write words in the heart of a soul

In bright colors with shades of harmony,

I write the scent of the light in a smile

With a flavored vision in the beat of a star,

I write songs in the core of a heart

In verses of love with joyful notes,

I write feelings in imaginary thoughts

With traces of fantasy dried in the night,

I write memories of a brain thirsty imagination

Immersed in the living water of faith,

I write…..