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Love, my dear, is the truest magic …

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In the labyrinth of childhood, where innocence and wisdom intertwine, we are handed a series of enigmatic scrolls—the teachings of elders, the echoes of tradition. First, they whisper to us in hushed tones: “Be good, little one, and the world will bestow upon you gifts aplenty.” And so, we tiptoe along the tightrope of virtue, balancing our deeds like fragile porcelain, hoping that our goodness will yield a harvest of treasures. But then, the winds shift, and the scrolls unfurl further. The elders, their eyes alight with fervor, reveal another truth: “Beware, for there lies a fiery abyss where sinners writhe in eternal … Continue reading Love, my dear, is the truest magic …

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Saudade

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In the quiet recesses of the heart, where emotions swell and recede like the tides, there lies a space so constricted, so intimate, that it grips the soul with an intensity that is almost tangible. Here, inside, so tight, a lump form in the throat, a silent sentinel of the words unspoken, the feelings unexpressed. The heart, a vessel of thought, beats to the rhythm of unuttered dreams, pulsing with the cadence of silent musings. It is the crucible where the alchemy of emotion transmutes the mundane into the sublime, where the ordinary is imbued with the extraordinary. From the … Continue reading Saudade

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In the tender whispers of poetry, I lay to rest the burdens of mine …

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In the sacred sanctuary of verse, I seek solace in your essence, a draught of inspiration that leaves me bereft of my own being. Here, amidst the tender whispers of poetry, I lay to rest the burdens that weigh upon my heart. Here, I traverse the landscape of language, each word a steppingstone drawing me closer to your visage. And should the trials of time prove too arduous, should the expanse between us demand the ultimate sacrifice in the name of affection, know that my spirit will have intertwined with yours in the final dance of devotion. For love, that … Continue reading In the tender whispers of poetry, I lay to rest the burdens of mine …

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Surround yourself with people who make you happy!

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They are the sunbeams that pierce through the clouds, warming your soul on even the coldest days. Their laughter dances like wind chimes in the breeze, a melody that lingers long after it fades. People who make you laugh are the magicians of existence. With a mere word or gesture, they conjure joy from thin air, turning mundane moments into sparkling gems. Their humor is a bridge that spans across hearts, connecting us in shared mirth. People who help you when you’re in need are the life rafts in the tempest. When the waves threaten to engulf you, they extend their hands, … Continue reading Surround yourself with people who make you happy!

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In the Depths of Madness

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I am not here to compete, nor to parade my eloquence. My words are not a battleground, but vessels—hollow and waiting. Dip yourself into their depths, and you’ll find more than ink and syllables. There, your madness flows, intertwining with my veins. It pulses, a tempest, more potent than mere blood. In this quiet rebellion, we become more than words. We become whispers, etched into the marrow of existence. Copyright © Beatriz Esmer Continue reading In the Depths of Madness

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Love’s nature

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Love is the prayer that birds sing, their melodies weaving through the morning mist. It’s the soft rustle of feathers against the canvas of dawn, a whispered plea for grace. Imagine your heart as a drawer of blessings, each one carefully folded and tucked away. When you open it, you feel the weight of these sacred bonds—their colors vibrant, their touch both tender and resilient. In the quiet abyss of days, where shadows reign and light tiptoes cautiously, love finds its path. It navigates the voids, tracing constellations of hope. Time becomes silent, and silence itself becomes a balm, soothing … Continue reading Love’s nature

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My heart does not beat … it spanks me …

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Within the chaotic depths of my soul, where thunders of love and echoes of longing reside, my heart does not merely beat—it rebels. It is a wild drummer, pounding against the walls of my chest with the fervor of a thousand storms. Each throb is a testament to the untamed dance of my spirit, a rhythmic spanking that awakens every fiber of my existence. It speaks in a language only the soul understands, a dialect of desire that courses through my veins like liquid fire. This heart of mine, it does not beat… it spanks me, reminding me that to … Continue reading My heart does not beat … it spanks me …

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In the quiet of the night,

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Our bodies danced to a rhythm known only to us. Fingers brushed against skin, tracing delicate paths across thighs, leaving trails of warmth. Softness met softness, and in that tender collision, we discovered secrets hidden in the folds of our existence. Your lips found solace on my back, imprinting kisses like whispered promises. With each touch, you unfolded me, as if unseating shoulder-bones and undoing hips were acts of devotion. My spine, a delicate manuscript, yielded to your touch, revealing chapters of longing and desire. “I am not a bird,” I whispered, my voice a fragile confession. “I am not … Continue reading In the quiet of the night,

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The Myth of Electric Love

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They say love makes the world spin round, but I tell you, it’s not the dizzying whirl of infatuation that keeps the stars aligned. You can want someone, dear, with a fire that consumes you from the inside out. You can want them until your very soul feels raw, exposed to the elements of desire. That kind of longing—it’s like water electrified by a live wire, a frenzied dance of molecules, chaotic and unrestrained. It can transform you into the hand that grips that wire, feeling the surge of energy, mistaking it for destiny. But that doesn’t mean it’s right. … Continue reading The Myth of Electric Love

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A Day of Awakening

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There lies a hope inside my poor heart —a yearning for a day when the world shifts on its axis, when the sun rises with a different hue, and when compassion becomes the currency of our souls. Wouldn’t it be a most awesome day when the self-proclaimed Christians—the bearers of the cross—truly heeded the whispers of their Savior? When they stepped out of stained-glass sanctuaries and into the gritty streets, their footsteps echoing the ancient path of love and justice. Imagine them, these modern-day disciples, casting aside the shackles of indifference. Their eyes no longer averted from the downtrodden but … Continue reading A Day of Awakening