Love, they say, is blind, a force that defies reason and mocks the wisdom of philosophers. Yet, beneath this veil of mystery lies a truth as clear as the morning sun: our choices in love and desire are the mirrors of our deepest convictions. Imagine a person standing at the crossroads of their desires, each path illuminated by the light of their fundamental beliefs. The one they find sexually attractive is not a mere coincidence but a reflection of their innermost philosophy. It is as if the soul whispers its secrets through the language of attraction, revealing the essence of … Continue reading The Philosophy of Love and Desire

Written In a rainy Sunday It’s raining here, and the wind doesn’t want to stop knocking on my window. I love the rain, but I still can’t understand why I write every time it appears. Maybe because, if you know how to listen to the rain and the silences, they have their own words. Or maybe, because it also falls on your indecipherable thoughts, while I’m here convincing myself that, no matter how much something can tear us to shreds, or pieces in a trunk, or even like skeletons in a closet, we will never be completely destroyed. I write … Continue reading Writing in the Rain

I slip into your skin, a trespasser in the temple of longing. The air thickens, charged with anticipation—a prelude to the tempest that awaits. My fingers trace the contours of your existence, mapping constellations of secrets etched upon your canvas. Your skin—oh, your skin—is parchment for whispered confessions. Each pore, a wellspring of stories waiting to be inked. I read you like a sacred text, deciphering the hieroglyphs of desire. My eyes, those curious voyagers, drink from your wells of vulnerability. They savor the taste of vulnerability—the sweet ache of surrender. And then, our lips collide—a cataclysm of need. There’s … Continue reading Primal Instincts