Rainy Days

Rainy Days

                  By Ana Nieto



It’s such a cloudy day today.

I wonder why

Do people cry.

It’s just a sad day today.


I look out the window

It’s raining outside….

I look from the bar

God’s tears from the sky

Cuzz’ the world’s in war.


Sometimes I think

That man himself shrinks

That with so many wars

And with all that blood shed

A sky filled with red

We’d see ’nstead of stars.


And I am not lying

When I say God is crying

He sees man betraying

Yet none of them praying.


 It’s sad everywhere

There’s hate everywhere,

It’s all full of greed

Yet so full of need.

But this is my world

And everyone’s world,

A world full of tears.


It rains in my eyes,

It tears in the skies,

So melancholic this world full of lies,

And I don’t understand

Why there’s so much pain,

But I know that God’s crying…

Because our love is dying.


So smile

So smile

                  By Ana Nieto



Yes, I’ve felt my eyes like drowning

And I’ve felt I can’t no more,

Yes, I’ve felt mi face like frowning

Yet I tell myself again

What I’ve been fighting for…

And so I smile….


Something inside me floods me with sadness,

Such a madness that wants to blow above;

And over and over I say: no one understands,

But this something

Can only be cured with love….

And so I smile….



So I keep living

And I say to myself: Yes you can!!

Happiness is all I’ve been giving

When inside I’ve felt I can’t…

And even so… I smile….


“Never give up” said someone too

But when you feel like falling

Nothing will do,

The only thing that keeps you standing

Is when someone says: “I love you”…

And so I smile….


So I looked up to the sky

And stopped asking God why,

I knew this sorrow would last a while

Yet God made me smile.

And there I stood

And God made me realize,

Yes, I understood

Why God gave me no better gift

That the most beautiful gift…. of Life….

                So smile!!



Dedicated especially for Ann and Charles Boles.


Tears of the Sky

Tears of the Sky

by Ana Nieto



            I was looking down at my muddy feet as I was walking toward the cliff. It was raining in my eyes as it was in the sky.  I stopped at the cliff and lifted my eyes from the dirty ground. Through the rain I saw a boy who was sitting in the mud, his face was resting on his knees with his little arms around his legs.  He was a boy like me.  I kept walking towards the cliff and passed by him.  When  I was about to take that last step of my life off the edge of the cliff, he lifted his arms quickly and with his cold white tiny hands he grabbed my hand in his and pulled it to his chest. “Please…” he said, “Please… don´t.”


            I looked down at him, puzzled. His face was covered with blood and the rain had spread it all over his face. I noticed something that amazed me; he was crying blood. I kneeled down beside him, something about him seemed very familiar. It was as if I was bound to him someway, somehow. Why would he stop me from jumping off the cliff? Why would he save me? I wondered, confused.


            I felt a cool breeze that made me shiver while he looked at me. His big blue eyes widely opened and shone like crystals while a sea of sadness filled his frowned little face. Even when we seemed to understand each other with our eyes, there was still a mystery that troubled me. Silence reigned the earth in those moments.  The boy then hugged me. He was holding onto something. He was holding not onto me, but onto my life. He was holding it tight, as if he did not want my life to go away, nor to end. His tears slid all the way down to my shirt, but strangely my shirt wouldn´t stain with the blood of his tears. Then, I found out something else; his skinny body was filled with wounds.


            A horrible thought struck my head. How could have I done such a terrible thing? At that moment it was all clear for me. Why would I steal his life filled with oportunities? Why would I take away from him the joy of seeing the sun rise another day, only to feel that he´s alive? Why would I limit a life that in the end does not belong to me?


            In that very instant of life I understood him in his grief, I understood it all. It was me who was crying. That boy was me. It was calling me from deep deep inside. The sadness that filled the boy was my own. In his own whole self  he was me, and I was him; we were the same.


            It was as if he knew what I was thinking and feeling. He knew that I had understood, he knew it all. So he looked up once again and joy covered his face with a smile. He hugged me tighter than ever before as if he were saying good-bye, and slowly dissapeared from my arms. When he was there no longer I ended up holding onto my life as the crying sky stopped its tears.