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The Imprints of Human Connection

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I want to write about the language of touch, the silent conversations held in the clasp of hands, the secrets whispered through fingertips. I want to write about the way a mother’s hand can soothe a child, the way a lover’s touch can ignite a spark, the way a friend’s comforting pat can ease a burden. I want to write about the domestic dance of marriage, the rhythm of routine, the melody of shared moments. I want to explore the growing void that can creep into the most intimate of spaces, the separate beds in a shared room, the unspoken … Continue reading The Imprints of Human Connection

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Music

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In life, each of us holds a unique instrument – our heart, our soul, our very essence. It is our duty, our calling, to compose new music with which to live. To let our hearts sing, to let our souls dance to the rhythm of our own creation. For those who choose silence, who stand on the sidelines of life, know that your heart will ache for the melodies it craves. The world will pass by, carrying with it the songs of joy and sorrow, of love and loss. Do not let the music slip through your fingers, do not … Continue reading Music

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Strength

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In the ballet of life, we often find ourselves dancing to different tunes, some melodies effortlessly guiding our steps while others challenge us with their intricate rhythms. The journey of self-discovery is a tapestry woven with threads of perseverance, self-doubt, and eventual triumph. “I have toiled so hard,” the words echo with the weight of countless hours spent in pursuit of knowledge, each moment a step closer to understanding the complexities that lay before. The tears shed, not of weakness, but of frustration and determination to conquer the obstacles that stood in the way. The self-inflicted wounds of harsh words, … Continue reading Strength

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Ho voglia di abbracciarti

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Ho voglia di abbracciarti, di avvolgerti tra le mie braccia e sentire il tuo respiro accanto al mio. Voglio perdersi in quel gesto tanto semplice ma così carico di significato, voglio dimenticare tutto il resto e concentrarmi solo su di te, sul tuo calore che mi avvolge e mi fa sentire al sicuro. Voglio abbracciarti senza parole, lasciando che il silenzio sia il nostro unico complice, mentre il tempo si ferma e ci permette di godere di quell’istante di intimità e dolcezza. Voglio sentire la tua presenza vicino a me, sentire il battito del tuo cuore che si unisce al … Continue reading Ho voglia di abbracciarti

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An impolite guest

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Even if you use commas, put a period, and run away from suspension points, the rhythm of life will find its own cadence. Sooner or later, love will be impolite, a bold intruder that enters your life without asking for permission. It arrives unannounced, a tempest in the calm of your existence, disrupting the carefully constructed walls you’ve built around your heart. It doesn’t heed the rules of engagement, nor does it wait for the perfect moment to make its grand entrance. Love is impolite, an audacious guest at the banquet of your solitude. It disregards the formalities, sweeping you … Continue reading An impolite guest

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Ma belle amie …

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Le corps n’oublie jamais rien ! Elle a avancé comme une automate, résignée et bien droite, aristocrate, mais elle portait des souliers de plomb. D’un coup, son décor en carton a explosé. Et elle se débat, pour enfin vivre, lâcher ses combats, pour enfin rire, mais elle est fatiguée de tant de lourdeur, elle ne voulait que l’amour, le bonheur ! Ma belle amie, je voudrais tant t’aider. Je peux te donner ma tendresse et t’aimer, je peux te dire de croire en la magie, magie de cet univers qui crée la vie ! Le poids de la douleur, il … Continue reading Ma belle amie …

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Fate …

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Fate, the fickle trickster, plays with our hearts like a puppeteer pulling the strings of destiny. It dangles the promise of happiness before our eager eyes, only to snatch it away at the last moment, leaving us feeling like foolish dreamers chasing after an elusive mirage. We are told that fate is a cruel jester, offering us empty hands while whispering sweet promises in our ears. It teases us with the possibility of joy and fulfillment, only to laugh as we stumble and fall in our pursuit of it. We are left feeling like hapless fools, duped by fate’s cruel … Continue reading Fate …

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Gateway …

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Writing is like a gateway drug, a portal to a world of life-altering passion. With every word we pen, we feel the rush of emotion coursing through our veins. We become addicted to the feeling, the rush of adrenaline that comes with putting pen to paper. As we write, we explore the deepest corners of our souls, excavating the rawest emotions and laying them bare for the world to see. We become intoxicated with the power of words, the way they can evoke feelings of joy, sorrow, and everything in between. And then, we have to have it. We become … Continue reading Gateway …