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The art does not frontiers

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The art my love is not a product of privilege and luxury, but rather a creation of struggle and hardship. It is not nurtured in the arms of gentle mothers or loving parents, but rather in the harsh realities of the ghettos and favelas. It does not discriminate based on color, race, or creed, for it is a force that transcends all boundaries. It is generous in its ability to uplift and empower, revolutionizing the hearts and minds of those who have been oppressed and marginalized. It gives wings to the afflicted, allowing them to soar above their circumstances and … Continue reading The art does not frontiers

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Pay attention to the little things

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In the delicate dance of life, it’s the subtle nuances that whisper the truth. The heavy sighs that linger in the air, the awkward silences that speak volumes, the hesitant words that falter on the tongue – they are the silent messengers, bearing secrets untold. Pay heed to the little things, for they are the breadcrumbs that lead to the heart’s hidden chambers. The weight of a sigh, the weight of a heavy heart; the awkward silence, a reflection of unspoken turmoil; the hesitant speech, a veil for unspoken fears. In the quiet spaces between words, in the pregnant pauses, … Continue reading Pay attention to the little things

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Writing is like a gateway drug to life altering passion …

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He spoke to me with a voice that carried weight, a weight that held the power to change my fate. His words were like a symphony, each note carefully crafted to create a melody. He said to me, “Writing is like a gateway drug to life altering passion.” At first, I didn’t understand what he meant. But as he continued to speak, I felt my heart begin to beat with a newfound intensity. He explained that writing was the first step, the first taste of something greater. It was the spark that ignited the fire within, the seed that would … Continue reading Writing is like a gateway drug to life altering passion …

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I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul

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In a world veiled in guarded hearts and fearful whispers, I find solace in the rawness of souls laid bare. There’s a certain magic in the vulnerability of unguarded hearts, a symphony of authenticity that resonates with the deepest chambers of my being. I think I fall in love, just a little bit, with anyone who peels back the layers of their soul, revealing the intricate tapestry of their essence. In the midst of a world that often conceals its true nature, I am drawn to the unfiltered truth that flows from the depths of a person’s spirit. There’s a … Continue reading I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul

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To love an artist …

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To love an artist is to love their rawness, to embrace the vulnerability of their soul and the intensity of their emotions. It is to hold their delicate heart in your hands, to cherish their sensitive way of seeing the world, and to revel in the chaos of their creativity. It is to dance on the edge of madness with them, to kiss their insanity until you both explode into a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and swirling fractals. It is to lose yourself in the whirlwind of their passion, to be swept away by the tempest of their imagination, and … Continue reading To love an artist …

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Let your humanity be the masterpiece

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Build on your humanity, let compassion be the cornerstone of your existence. Let kindness be the mortar that binds the bricks of your character. In the grand architecture of your soul, let empathy be the foundation upon which you stand, and understanding the framework that shapes your perspective. Keep hope as a beacon, a steadfast light that guides you through the darkest nights. Let it be the North Star that steers your course, the unwavering belief that tomorrow holds promise, that the sun will rise again, and that joy will find its way to your heart. Dream big, let your … Continue reading Let your humanity be the masterpiece

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Touch …

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Touch the innermost parts of me, for I am layered, a tapestry of depths and heights, of shadows and light. My ocean has no bottom, an endless expanse of mystery and wonder. Dive into the currents of my soul and learn to swim in me. Unravel the intricacies of my being, explore the hidden alcoves and the uncharted territories. Let your fingertips trace the contours of my spirit and feel the rhythm of my heart beneath your touch. Discover the stories etched upon the walls of my existence and immerse yourself in the symphony of my emotions. In the boundless … Continue reading Touch …