The mediatic illiterate

In a world where information flows ceaselessly, the mediatic illiterate stands as a perplexing figure, a paradox in the realm of communication. Consuming news and media with an unquenchable thirst, he absorbs narratives without a hint of skepticism, embracing them as gospel truth. His words echo the voices of pundits and anchors, his thoughts mere reflections of the opinions he ingests. Detached from the intricacies of political discourse, he shuns involvement in the very events that shape his reality, harboring a disdain for the nuances of governance. Yet, paradoxically, he immerses himself in the digital realm, wielding social networks as … Continue reading The mediatic illiterate

Poets

In the quiet of night, when the world slumbers and dreams dance in the ether, poets raise their voices to the stars, their tears mingling with the cosmic dust. They worship the moon, that silent sentinel of the night, for it whispers secrets that only the heart can decipher. In the embrace of dawn, when the earth awakens in a symphony of colors and scents, we find solace in morning blossoms adorned with dew. Each delicate petal a reminder of fleeting beauty, of moments that shimmer like dewdrops in the sun. Through their verses, poets weave tales of bones and … Continue reading Poets

Changing …

Time dances ceaselessly, a waltz of moments that flit by us like fleeting whispers. They linger briefly, then vanish into the vast expanse of memory. Amidst this relentless flow, a solitary question lingers in the chambers of our soul: Are we truly content? Regardless of the hour that ticks by or the one that looms ahead, this query persists, echoing through the corridors of our consciousness. Will we embrace each passing second with joy, or will we rue the path we tread? These musings, born of introspection, have been my companions through the annals of yesteryears. They beckoned me towards … Continue reading Changing …

There is poetry!

In the vast mysterious cosmos, there exists a force that defies explanation, a force that tugs at the very essence of our being and propels us forward on a journey of self-discovery. What is it that brings us back to the same point time and time again, like a moth drawn to a flame? What lesson must we learn in this endless cycle of return? It is as if we are comets hurtling through the darkness of space, pulled inexorably towards the blazing sun by the unyielding grip of gravity. And just like these celestial wanderers, we are not immune … Continue reading There is poetry!

To my children

To my beloved children, I offer these words as a gentle beacon of guidance in the tumultuous sea of life. Let kindness flow through your veins like a soothing balm, wrapping you in a cloak of compassion that shields you from the harshness of the world. Embrace the quiet strength of solitude, finding solace in the depths of your own being, for it is in these moments of stillness that you will discover the true essence of your soul. Remember, my darlings, that it takes great courage to be kind in a world that often values power over empathy. It … Continue reading To my children