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Silent and present

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In the quiet whispers of the wind, in the gentle dance of leaves, lies a truth that transcends mere knowing. How can one articulate the need to feel the steadfast presence of trees, their silent guardianship over time? It is a knowing beyond knowledge, a connection that defies explanation. To awaken to the pulse of a different rhythm, to embrace the cadence of the day and the season, is to surrender to a deeper harmony, a symphony conducted by nature herself. The hourglass of minutes fades into insignificance, eclipsed by the grandeur of moments measured in the shifting hues of … Continue reading Silent and present

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Winter

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In the quiet solitude of winter, the bitter chill of loneliness seeps into my bones, aging me at the coffee table where we once shared laughter and warmth. Now, I am left with the other cup, the other plate, both sitting inert, mirroring the emptiness that fills my heart in your absence. The world seems to have been taken away from me, leaving me adrift in a sea of memories and longing. I find myself yearning for the eloquence of longing, hoping it will somehow bring clarity to the void you left behind. In my sorrow, sadness becomes a familiar … Continue reading Winter

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The mediatic illiterate

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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

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Poets

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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

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Changing …

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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 …

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There is poetry!

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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!

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To my children

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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

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What can I do for you?

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For too long, the selfish pursuit of personal gain has cast a dark shadow over our world, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. It has bred indifference, fueled greed, widened the gap between the haves and have-nots, and sowed seeds of misery in the hearts of many. But what if we were to shift our focus, to turn our gaze outward instead of inward? What if we were to ask ourselves, not “what’s in it for me?” but rather, “what can I do for you?” What if we were to seek out ways to make life more fulfilling … Continue reading What can I do for you?

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The truth, nothing more than truth …

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The truth, they say, shall set you free. But what they fail to mention is that it often comes with a heavy price. Nothing hurts like the truth, for it has the power to shatter illusions and break hearts. It is a double-edged sword, cutting through the lies we tell ourselves and exposing the raw, unfiltered reality. In a world where we are constantly told to be kind and considerate, the truth can feel like a betrayal. We are taught to sugarcoat our words and spare others from discomfort, but in doing so, we deny them the chance to see … Continue reading The truth, nothing more than truth …

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Read me

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Your lips, like a gentle breeze, caress my trembling curves, whispering verses of love and desire. Each word etched onto my skin, creating a love story that only we can read. I am blinded by the intensity of our connection, lost in the depths of your passion. Come, my love, come and read me like a book, uncovering the hidden chapters of my soul. Let our love story unfold in the most beautiful of ways, written in the language of our hearts. Your touch is like a symphony, playing melodies that resonate deep within my being. Each stroke of your … Continue reading Read me