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My small heart

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My heart, a fragile vessel, rough and worn from the trials it has weathered. It bears the scars of love lost and dreams shattered, a little scared, a little unsettled. It stumbles through the journey of life, uncertain and unsteady, not knowing which path to take. Each bump in the road threatens to unravel it further, leaving it falling apart, losing itself in the chaos of emotions. It is blind, a stumbling fool, taking hesitant steps forward only to retreat in fear of the tears it may be forced to shed. My heart, aching and tender, seeks solace and protection. … Continue reading My small heart

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Right now, dear …

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Right now is a miracle, a precious gift bestowed upon us by the universe. It is the only moment that is guaranteed, the only moment that truly matters. It is life, unfolding before us in all its beauty and complexity. So why do we spend so much time dwelling on the past or dreaming of the future? Why do we let our minds wander to places that do not exist, while the present moment slips away? We must learn to be in the ‘here and now’, to experience life as it is happening. To appreciate the world for the beauty … Continue reading Right now, dear …

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L’amour ; un paradoxe éternel

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L’amour est un paradoxe éternel, une danse entre le présent et l’éternité. Il ne se soucie pas de la durée, mais aspire à l’intensité de l’instant. Il embrasse la passion brûlante et la tendresse infinie, capturant chaque moment avec une intensité inégalée. Dans l’éclat d’un regard, dans le frôlement d’une caresse, l’amour trouve sa plénitude. Il transcende le temps, s’élevant au-dessus des horloges qui tictaquent et des calendriers qui s’effritent. Il est un feu ardent qui consume le présent, un lien intemporel tissé dans les étoiles de l’éternité. L’amour ne se contente pas de l’éphémère, il aspire à la pérennité, … Continue reading L’amour ; un paradoxe éternel

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A giant soul

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During the tumultuous days of World War II, a young Japanese boy stood before a funeral pyre, his heart heavy with grief and his mind consumed with the weight of loss. He waited patiently for his turn to cremate his younger brother; his eyes fixed on the flames that danced before him. As the boy stood there, lost in his own thoughts, a guard approached him and asked for the body. The boy, his voice barely above a whisper, replied: “He is not heavy, he is my brother.” It was a simple statement, yet one that spoke volumes about the … Continue reading A giant soul

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Her silence

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Suspicious and uncomfortable in the silence, she sought refuge in the cacophony of her own thoughts. The voices inside her, relentless and unyielding, offered explanations and insights, yet failed to provide the solace she craved. The silence, pregnant with the weight of unspoken truths, was a source of anguish, for within it lay the echoes of her own unspoken fears and insecurities. To listen to the silence was to confront the unspoken parts of herself, the familiar ugliness and the unexpected virtues that had long been buried beneath the surface. These were facets of herself she had long sought to … Continue reading Her silence

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Labyrinth of my soul

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I have lived in my body for years, yet I’m still a wanderer in the labyrinth of my emotions. I navigate through the corridors of my soul, seeking the elusive chambers where my feelings reside. It’s as if I need maps and lights to find my way to how I feel. In this intricate maze of existence, I am both cartographer and traveler, mapping out the contours of my inner landscape, striving to understand the depths of my being. Sometimes I stumble upon hidden springs of joy, and other times I find myself in the shadowed valleys of sorrow. My … Continue reading Labyrinth of my soul

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Chlorophyll

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Pour into me and be my chlorophyll so when the light of truth shines on us the grass will be greener on this side of love. I want to be your leaves and to feel the breeze of your kiss, cooling rain drops of your love. We shall grow together, intertwined like vines reaching for the sun. Your roots will connect with mine, drawing strength and nourishment from the earth. You will pour into me, becoming my chlorophyll, breathing life, and vitality into my being. And when the light of truth shines upon us, the grass will be greener on … Continue reading Chlorophyll

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The werewolf & Love

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In the moonlit forest, the werewolf prowls, a creature of legend and lore. Love, for me, is like the werewolf – a force both beautiful and terrifying, a wild and untamed spirit that comes at a gallop, riding a mare called sadness. The werewolf’s eyes gleam with a fierce yellow light, reflecting the intensity of love’s passion. But as the creature races through the night, its path is marked by the hoofprints of sadness, each step leaving a trail of iron and strange metal, the color of wine, of blood, and of death. This metal, akin to jealousy, serves as … Continue reading The werewolf & Love

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In the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening …

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In the hush of the naked light, I beheld a sea of faces, countless souls adrift in the ebb and flow of existence. Ten thousand people, maybe more, their voices lost in the cacophony of life. Each one a solitary figure, lost in the crowd, speaking without words, hearing without truly listening. Their eyes, windows to the depths of their being, betrayed the silent yearning for connection, for understanding. Yet, amidst the noise and the chaos, their cries went unheard, their pleas unanswered. In the naked light, I witnessed the paradox of human existence – the struggle to be heard, … Continue reading In the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening …

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Fly me to the moon …

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Fly me to the moon, where the stars twinkle like a symphony of dreams, and the gentle embrace of the universe whispers secrets of the cosmos. Let me dance among the constellations, where spring blooms on Jupiter and Mars, painting the heavens with hues of celestial wonder. In other words, hold my hand, let our spirits intertwine like the celestial bodies that dance across the night sky. Darling, let your lips meet mine in a tender kiss, a melody that resonates through the expanse of time and space. Fill my heart with the sweet serenade of love, let it echo … Continue reading Fly me to the moon …