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Madalena da Paz feelings

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All I have left of him is his scent, a fragile fragment of memory that I cradle in the palm of my hand. It’s a piece of cut cloth from what used to be our pillow, a relic of the days when our lives were intertwined, our dreams woven together in the fabric of our shared existence. Now, it’s all I have, wrapped in clear plastic to shield it from the ravages of time and the cruelty of the elements. He has left behind a tangle inside of me, a knot of emotions and longing that will take years to … Continue reading Madalena da Paz feelings

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The fool within me …

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In the depths of my being, I must learn to embrace the fool within me—the one who dances with emotions too fervently, who speaks with a heart laid bare, and who dares to take risks that lead to both triumph and defeat. This fool within me lacks the restraint of self-control yet brims with a love that knows no bounds. This fool loves with an intensity that ignites the soul, yet also harbors the capacity for both adoration and disdain. It’s a paradoxical dance of light and shadow, where hurt and healing intertwine, where promises are made and at times, … Continue reading The fool within me …

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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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“You’re dangerous,” he says. “Why?” “Because you make me believe in the impossible.”

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In your presence, the boundaries of my world tremble, and the walls I’ve built around my heart begin to crumble. You are a tempest, a force that defies reason and logic, stirring within me a belief in the extraordinary. Your words are like whispers from a realm of dreams, weaving enchanting tales of possibilities that defy the constraints of reality. You are a catalyst, igniting the flames of hope and daring me to reach for the stars. In your gaze, I see the reflection of a universe where the inconceivable becomes tangible, where the unimaginable takes shape. You are a … Continue reading “You’re dangerous,” he says. “Why?” “Because you make me believe in the impossible.”

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Our planet

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Our planet, a fragile orb suspended in the vastness of the cosmos, spins delicately, a tiny jewel in the expanse of the universe. Our time in history is marked by fragility, division, and tension, a period where the threads of humanity seem strained and taut. Amidst this tumultuous tapestry, we must never forget that the sustenance of our world, the perpetuity of our existence, can only ever be rooted in one thing: Love. It is not about being right or having our way, nor is it about surrender or the resolution of problems. This love resides on an entirely different … Continue reading Our planet

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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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Spill yourself out!

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Pour yourself onto the paper, let the ink flow like a river, carrying the weight of your unspoken words. Drag the pen across the page, etching your story into the fibers, staining it with tear marks and the rawness of your emotions. Breathe life into the pages, infusing them with the scent of your struggles, the echoes of your internal battles. Handle it as though it were poison, for the words you spill onto the paper are potent, a reflection of your deepest truths. Slide it between the leaves of an old, dusty book, a relic of your unspoken confessions, … Continue reading Spill yourself out!

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Sensitive beings

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In the quiet spaces where words fade into the hush of solitude, there exists a realm where sensitivity blossoms into understanding. Anyone can hear the notes of a whispered heart, but it takes a soul attuned to the delicate symphony of emotions to truly comprehend the unspoken language of the silent and the lonely. These are the gentle souls whose love transcends the limitations of speech, whose affection flows in the graceful arcs of their gestures. They are the ones whose presence is a soothing balm, whose touch carries the weight of a thousand unspoken confessions. In their silence, they … Continue reading Sensitive beings

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The questions …

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“What do you want?” they asked, their voices lingering in the air like a whisper carried by the wind. “Nothing,” I replied, my words a gentle defiance, “I have myself and my will and my fights.” “But what will make you happy?” they persisted; their concern etched in the lines of their faces. I shook my head, at a loss for words, for how do I express the yearning that resides within me? How do I articulate the longing for sunsets that paint the sky in hues of fiery passion, and whirlwinds that dance with untamed freedom? How do I … Continue reading The questions …

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Little things …

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It is the little things that occupy the deepest spaces in the heart. Like hidden treasures nestled in the secret chambers of the soul, these small gestures, delicate words, and authentic gestures of love are the ones we will carry with us forever. They are the whispered “I love you” in the quiet of the night, a gentle melody that lingers in the heart long after the words have faded into the embrace of memory. They are the tender caress of a hand, a silent reassurance that speaks volumes without a single syllable. They are the shared laughter that dances … Continue reading Little things …