Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year! Buon Natale e Auguri nel Nuovo Agni! Feliz Navidad y Pròspero Año Nuevo!

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!
Buon Natale e Auguri nel Nuovo Agni!
Feliz Navidad y Pròspero Año Nuevo!
Hope, Peace & Love,
Poet Starry.

Monday, December 22, 2014

I Love Films with Action. Can you recognize this actor?

I Love Films with Action. 
Can you recognize this actor?
He played a great role.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

I love Western Films.

I love Western Films.
Hope, Peace & Love,
Poet Starry.

Monday, May 19, 2014


An English Proverb says, "Every family keeps a skeleton in their closet."
Gladys ought to discover their skeletons. She is running out of time...
Gladys Vernon was a strange guest in one of Dr. Shadow’s buildings…
Only by reading an entire thriller of the mystery series, one will finally get a grasp of the plot.
The main good character would be patiently investigating, in order to eventually bring the corruption cases and missing people in the highlights to the public views.
Gladys, a lovely private investigator and writer in her late 30’s, was sleeping soundly when she suddenly awoke with a loud shout. Her pretty face and body were drenched by sweat, like cold rain dripping beneath the blankets, because she knew that her investigations would be basically held in dangerous foreign places.
Another dreadful nightmare haunted Gladys peaceful dreams. So, newborn ideas had begotten...
She rose from bed at once, after saying her morning Christian prayers. She took a quick shower and had a hasty breakfast. Then, she anxiously headed for the little room upstairs in the terrace of the tower building, where she would be investigating files and paper work, which were hidden somewhere, revealing highly corrupted business as the main evidence.

Protocols had been loaded in shelves between the walls, and also piled up without supervision.
Many undisclosed secrets had been hidden from Gladys, and there would be eventually revealed about whatever she had been looking for so long.
Gladys held the key, which was placed in one of the drawers downstairs in the apartment. She rushed into the little mysterious room upstairs in the terrace, and opened the door.
She had noticed another door -like a second door- connected with the little room, as if it were a tunnel or a passageway or a deadly trap to many so called unknown plights.
At first glance, Gladys found Ivonne’s old photos, assorted letters, tapes, heaps of books, files and other belongings. She began to take pictures of the room and files with her small concealed camera, which was also a computer directly connected to the ones who held power in New York. She pressed her password number, plus her agent code, and the enter key. All the information was already sent to New York. Unfortunately, those guys never washed their dirty linen in public, and when their folks got on the weeds, they washed their hands ignoring them and the events involved.  The material was written in a foreign language. Gladys spoke many languages, so that sort of barrier was not a problem. Anyway, there had not been much advancement in her private investigation, and no relevant clues were found yet to make her feel proud of herself, until a little touch of luck blew up her mind, like a blast into an outburst of new beginnings. Her heart pounded harder than usual, a blaze of anger embraced her whole being, transforming Gladys into a torch of fire. However, those feelings of frustrations were not in vain.  She would put them aside and set her mind to send fears and negative thoughts to oblivion. All little parts of the puzzle would be put together wisely, to blaze a trail to achieve solutions to the problems. Gladys was the one who would orchestrate and organize her own thoughts, and deal with the ordeals.
Premises of her arguments were basically premonitions coming from her mind in the form of prophecies. To her surprise, she found a letter from Dr. Shadow in one of the shelves addressed
to Gladys.  So, she rushed to open it and began to read the letter, which touched the core of her heart.
"Dear Gladys,
You have been my deepest obsession from the very first time I caught a glimpse of your sweet face. I don´t want to hurt you. I would rather help you to achieve your dreams, although our lives may go on separate ways. Remember! You may not see me, but I´ll be watching you anywhere you may go. You are free now to do whatever you want. But, you´ll be surprised at what you are about to discover. I know you are a brave woman. This is the reason why I´ve left this letter here with a message for you. I knew you would be up in this secret room looking for something. So, I´ll try to make things easier for you. “Are you looking for the protocols, Gladys?”
Now, go ahead to the end of this room. You´ll see a wall, so push it inwardly really hard with all your strength. That wall will lead you to a secret passageway where the protocols are placed in shelves. You are brave, so take a deep breath, go in there and search for some clues for yourself. That wall will only open up and close at my command, and these words will vanish just in front of your eyes as soon as you finish reading them. A recording of my voice will soon begin to play.
Well, good luck, Gladys!
You will also find a blue box in one of the shelves inside the secret room.  Open it up, and take the money that I have already left there for your expenses. I give you a piece of advice: Under no circumstances, let them see your real face, the real you. Do not talk to them! They will surely destroy you. They are very dangerous people.
Good Luck! You can easily realize that I love you, Gladys!"
In a matter of just a few seconds, the letter written with invisible ink vanished in front of her eyes. Then, her journey to the unknown had begun...
With a petrified stare, Gladys found herself facing a mysterious solid wall in front of her eyes.
What is it behind those walls? She wondered.
She walked towards the end of the room and faced the archaeological wall, which would lead the path to another mysterious room, or tunnel, or secret passageway.
The wall opened up without a single touch, as if someone had been watching Gladys from somewhere else. She slowly began to walk into that passageway.
Gladys trembled, as she walked into the tunnel of the unknown, a strange labyrinth, or a secret passageway, or a chamber of horror. The view was creepy frightening, and the door suddenly closed on her. She was apparently trapped...
This story shall continue...
Thank you in advance for reading!!


Monday, May 12, 2014

"THE ABUSE of POWER." A true story...

"THE ABUSE of POWER." A true story...
I know "My Story" is NOT the worse one in the world. Anyway, I am sick and tired.
I am getting older and ill. I can't take it anymore. I've been the victim. I seek for JUSTICE.
I want to tell THE STORY of MY LIFE before I die...
I've been deprived of my Human Rights, the Rights to live in the United States with my American born daughter and her 3 children, my grandchildren. 
I've lived in fear, and I've been so scared.
My life was ruined without freedom, without the possibility of having a good future.
These things inside me, the shadows of the past, lead me to write, to express my feelings and my thoughts. Life is too short, and I don't think I have lived enough to call myself a happy person.
One day, if that is God's will, I am going to call the living witnesses to testify and to bear witness -if they remember- what they saw and/or heard about me 30 to 35 years ago.
Why did they conceal a worthwhile information? I guess they did not care to get involved, like most folks do. Why didn't they call the Police and help me at that time?...
I know I would certainly help the ones in need as much as I could.
It was definetely a form of abuse of power and a cover-up crime.
In the end, they let the victimizer, the evil doer, got away with murder without punishment for his crimes. Then, I was left alone at crossroads...
But, God was there with me at all times. He saved me, He did not let me die, so that I would be a living testimony, and fight against corruption to its core.
My soul won't rest in peace until I find the evil doers. When I find them, then, I shall be their worse nightmare. 
Let's Justice Prevail in the End! To God be the Glory!
Author: Poet Starry Dawn.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

"My Old Desktop Computer might eventually Retire."

"My Old Desktop Computer might eventually Retire."
This is me wearing a Pure Alpaca Wool Poncho.
It keeps me warm in the cold days and nights.
Do you like to wear a nice Poncho?...
Until we write again.

Monday, May 5, 2014

I Love Art, Music, Theater Plays and Films. Well, I also Love to Wear Costumes.

I Love Art, Music, Theater Plays and Films.
I also Love to Wear Costumes.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

"The Rose in the Wind."

"The Rose in the Wind."

The appalling and abhorrent abuse, cruelty of abandonment, starvation, negligence and other dreadful actions towards children and/or other living beings have dragged societies into a downfall and/or decay of moral values.
I remember my dear mother used to donate clothing, food and some money to the local Church where they helped orphans, homeless and disabled people in need. My mom had a generous and compassionate heart. 
My dear mom is –now- another Angel in Heaven.
It was a fact that orphan children had a special place in my mother’s heart. I know because I watched her doing it. Then, I felt that I would follow her footsteps about that in some ways.
We all need a good dose of love and compassion for others in need. 
Don’t you think so?
Since my own childhood, my dream has always been to change the world for the better, although I am unable to do it alone. I may need help from brothers and sisters in Christ.
My dear mom took great care of me and my little daughter. 
She was always there for us.

I said that orphan children had a special place in my mother’s heart. I guess she might have felt that she had been an orphan herself, not raised by her own parents, but by her maternal grandparents, aunts and uncles who helped with her upbringing.
You see, my mom lost her Swiss father when she was only 2 years old. He was an artist painter, and had a School Gallery of Art. He was about 47 when he passed away due to liver failure, probably after inhaling paint odor throughout his lifetime. His Italian wife, Rose, my mother’s mom, worked very hard with him. It must have been devastating for my grandmother to lose her husband, especially because they had many children to support. Then, she decided to take a dramatic decision, and place her youngest baby with her own parents.
I can imagine how sad my poor mom must have felt losing her father, and staying away from her own mother and siblings. As a child, she was only able to complete the elementary school. My mom told me she had little clothing, shoes and just a few dolls to play with, which were handmade by her aunts. As a child, she had to work in the house to help her grandparents, aunts and uncles with the housekeeping chores, like homemade cooking, cleaning the house, washing by hand and ironing clothes for the family, baking daily fresh bread, getting their groceries from the stores, and other house chores. 
My mom was not allowed to neither have friends, never get married. 
She did the same to me afterwards…
Her grandparents were Italian cousins born in the mid 1800`s with 14 children -single adults then. She felt as if she was their slave, like most of their own children. 
In other words, they all have to work for the family living in the same house. 
When I grew up, my parents had done the same to me, even though I did my best to please them...
Later on in my life, I found out that my Italian maternal grandmother never visited her little child, my mom. When my mother was in her teens, she looked for her own mom, wanted to spend time and get to know her well. So, she got a job, moved there, and began to support her mother who was getting older and ill. My mom loved her mother so very much, and she was 18 years old back then when they got reunited again, and lived with her dearest mother until her passing at the age of 77. 

My Italian granny from Genova lived with us when I was born. I loved my dear granny very much. Her name was Rose. My mom placed her remains on one of the walls in the cemetery. Many years later, she spread her ashes to the wind, so my Italian granny, Rose became "The Rose in the Wind." 
Nowadays, since I have grown up to become a mom and grandmother too, I often call myself, the rose, la nonna.
This sad story tells that my dear mother carried serious emotional health issues, along with her physical ones throughout her entire short and sad life. These reasons make me forgive her for being too strict with me, especially when she used physical punishment on me to obey rules.
My mom passed away one Summer morning at the age of 60, due to medical malpractice. 
She was alone in the Medical Clinic at that moment. My father was on his way to the clinic, but he would arrive there too late. He never saw his wife alive again. Sadly, I was also far away working and living in New York with my child. You see, I left my mom’s home when I was 23, because I wanted not only to live in New York, but also to live in the land of the free. I was looking for freedom, to free my soul. Then, I was in New York when my dad called me on the phone to tell me the sad news. So, I took a plane with my little 7-year-old daughter, and got to my mom’s funeral as fast as I could. I saw her dead body filled with bruises, and lots of blood coming out from her nostrils. 
Needless to say, I walked away from that situation with a broken heart afterwards…
I had regrets for not being with my dear mother at the time she needed me the most.
Now, I am a senior citizen myself, and looking back…
At times, people may be unreasonable, selfish and self-centered. 
Do the best you can! Forgive them anyway!
Sad memories and shadows follow me, the phantoms of the past won’t set me free…
I am sure God has not done with me yet.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Our Best Actor is in Heaven now...

Our Best Actor is in Heaven now...

This is just a small tribute to one of the best actors in the world.

I'll always remember you, and admire your superb artistic talents, Hawk.
You were a great inspiration for many artists.
Your magnetic eyes really spoke volumes,
without saying a single word...
Now, you dwell in Heaven with the Lord.
One day, I shall meet you there...
We'll all miss you!
So long, Hawk.
Poet Starry.

Friday, February 14, 2014

"Happy Valentine's Day!!"

"Happy Valentine's Day!!"

Have a blessed time with those you love, dear readers!!
Greetings from Poet Starry.

Monday, February 10, 2014

"Mi Niña Bonita." (Palabras dedicadas a mi hija.)

"Mi Niña Bonita."  (Palabras dedicadas a mi hija.)
Yo te recuerdo, mi niña bonita,
Cada dìa, en la distancia y en el tiempo...
Lo que siento
Es que eras una niña tan amada,
Y yo deseaba que fueras muy feliz...

Y tù creciste hace mucho tiempo,
Y del àrbol de la vida diste flores,
Y con su delicado aroma me abraza el viento.
Yo te recuerdo siempre, mi niña bonita.
Yo te recuerdo siempre, mi niña bonita...

 By Poet Starry Dawn. 
(From Your Mom To You, My Dear Daughter.)
Note: I hope and pray I could see you again...