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I am a woman who resides in every line I write …

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If the words are memories of love, then I write to awaken the love within me. Poetry is the tender embrace on the other side, a kindness preserved in the eyes of a lover. And if it is not the poet who translates the silences, and if poetry is a collection of endless possibilities, then who am I? I am a woman who resides in every line I write, even if they never find me, they reveal the essence of my being through each word. Even if I cannot be fully unveiled in each verse, I exist in a kingdom … Continue reading I am a woman who resides in every line I write …

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The art does not frontiers

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The art my love is not a product of privilege and luxury, but rather a creation of struggle and hardship. It is not nurtured in the arms of gentle mothers or loving parents, but rather in the harsh realities of the ghettos and favelas. It does not discriminate based on color, race, or creed, for it is a force that transcends all boundaries. It is generous in its ability to uplift and empower, revolutionizing the hearts and minds of those who have been oppressed and marginalized. It gives wings to the afflicted, allowing them to soar above their circumstances and … Continue reading The art does not frontiers

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May you never, ever give up!

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May you feel the warmth of your own beauty today, a radiance that shines from within and lights up the world around you. May you stand strong, brave, and capable, ready to embrace the person you’ve always dreamed of becoming. May your goals be within reach, your bad habits conquerable, your talents usable, and your heart open to learning and growth. May you face negativity with resilience, refusing to let it take root within you. Be fierce in your pursuit of happiness and maintain composure when things don’t go your way. Let kindness and grace flow from you effortlessly, even … Continue reading May you never, ever give up!

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Solitude

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In the quiet embrace of solitude, I find the warmth of herb tea and the gentle caress of soft music. Here, in this sanctuary of stillness, I am cradled by the gentle whispers of my own thoughts, and I am reminded that solitude is not a void to be filled, but a space to be cherished. Loneliness, like black coffee and late-night television, is a companion that lingers in the shadows, a visitor that brings a bitter taste to the lips and a flickering glow in the darkness. It is a feeling that weighs heavy on the heart, a yearning … Continue reading Solitude

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Sadness

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When sadness comes to visit me, I welcome it with open arms, acknowledging its presence with a gentle “I see you.” I sit with it, allowing its weight to settle upon my shoulders, feeling its touch upon my soul. I don’t rush it away, for it is a part of me, a visitor in the house of my heart. I spend some time with this melancholic guest, understanding its whispers and the shadows it casts. I listen to its story, let its tears flow, and allow its echoes to reverberate within me. And as I sit in its company, I … Continue reading Sadness

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Brasil

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My love was born in a land of mystery where water flows in midnight tresses, so free this skin, a canvas of forest and Eastern light a redwood dye of history, woven so right. It’s not my own, but a legacy of toil from my mother’s hands, from the earth’s rich soil glass bangles sing, a melody in the air hoisting baskets of life, with grace and care. This land, it holds the moon and sun so dear with fruits so sweet, and eyes so kind and clear strong hands, gentle hearts, a rhythm so pure, a pulse that beats … Continue reading Brasil

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Ms. Jane Doe

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In the quiet solitude of her solitary abode, Ms. Jane Doe writes. She writes to release the tempest raging within, to share the burden of her inner storm with a world that often seems distant. Yet, she struggles with the words, seeking the perfect way to convey the turmoil that resides in her heart. How can she use these words to touch another soul, to bridge the chasm between her inner chaos and the yearning for connection? Deep within Ms. Jane Doe, there resides a monster, a familiar presence she has long acknowledged. She knows the destructive power it holds, … Continue reading Ms. Jane Doe

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Sex & High-tech Era – Article II – 2024

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In the age of high technology, where the digital realm intertwines with our most intimate desires, the essence of sex and love becomes a tapestry woven with complex threads of longing, disillusionment, and the search for genuine connection. Classical literature, with its poetic embrace of Eros, the Greek god of love, painted a lush landscape of eroticism and desire. Myth, magic, and fantasy converged to form an artistic expression of life’s most intimate aspects. Through this lens, the cruel, the ugly, and the charming were all unveiled in the delicate dance of words and imagery. Sex, when stripped of its … Continue reading Sex & High-tech Era – Article II – 2024

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Let me see your happiness …

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Let me address your dreams, your passion, and your desires with the tender touch of success, so I can savor the sweet nectar of your happiness. In the garden of your aspirations, let me be the diligent gardener, nurturing the seeds of your ambitions and tending to the delicate blossoms of your hopes. I long to see the radiant glow of fulfillment light up your eyes, to witness the dance of joy that sweeps across your soul when your dreams take flight. Your happiness is a melody that resonates in the depths of my being, and I yearn to be … Continue reading Let me see your happiness …

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The mystery to those who plant themselves firmly in the soil of your heart

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There’s a mystery to those who plant themselves firmly in the soil of your heart and refuse to leave. “Stay,” once a foreign language, becomes a dialect so familiar to the swirl of your eardrums. I’m not sure about this, but if you do decide to remain, make yourself comfortable in the warmth of the home inside of me. There’s a certain alchemy in the way you’ve taken root within the chambers of my soul, weaving your essence into the very fabric of my being. Your presence has become an indelible part of my landscape, intertwining with the roots of … Continue reading The mystery to those who plant themselves firmly in the soil of your heart