Where senses awaken, and a quiet part of me begins to write. I love when I can see with my hands.In the darkness, my fingers become ancient eyes—wise, knowing—capable of recognizing objects by their shape, by their temperature, by the memory they hold on the skin.I don’t need light. The…
Literary Reflections
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When the Night Surrenders to the Promise of Dawn
Where mystery fades into promise, and every sunrise whispers of renewal Night has an indomitable nature. It is not merely a curtain of darkness: it is a living being that breathes and whispers. It drifts through the streets on invisible steps, hides secrets beneath its cloak, and shelters those who…
Resilience
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A Lost Flight
Where memory and desire intertwine, and freedom whispers my name. How many more times am I going to speak of this? I repeat myself like a worn-out prayer, a chant whispered into the void with no answer. And still, I feel lost. The other day, I came across a photograph…
Spirituality
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In the Homeland of Dreams
Where wakefulness denies us, but the night returns us to each other. In dreams, I can have you. There are no borders there, no walls raised by harsh words or the decisions that tore us apart. In that secret, nocturnal territory, we are together, and life bends itself into what…
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Mirror and Wound
The art of accepting one’s own reflection without ceasing to tremble. Acceptance. What a strange, elusive word, like a bird that perches for only an instant and flies away before I can catch it. Each time I look at myself in the mirror, I don’t just see a body: I…
Letters Never Sent
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Rest in peace my life partner
Love on four legs that taught me to live and now teaches me to let go. Here I speak of grief, a silent shadow that settles when the loved one leaves us. That invisible void that cannot be filled with anything, that only what is lost can fill. This is…
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I AM
Intro This I AM poem was born as a meditation on self-discovery and presence. It is both a declaration and a whisper, a way of naming myself in light, shadow, silence, and breath. Every word carries the essence of a poetic identity that goes beyond time, not yesterday, not tomorrow,…
Spirituality
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Rooted in the Air
Between wandering roots and the search for home This has been my life: a perpetual coming and going between what is and what I long for, between dreams that lull me to sleep at night and the sudden falls that awaken me without warning. I have inhabited many realities but…
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The Place Where Life Is Simple
Inspired by a truth that lives within There exists a place—not far, not quite close either—a place that doesn’t boast of wonders yet holds them all. It is not a kingdom of rainbows or candy-colored promises, nor a garden overflowing with roses that never wilt. No, it is far more…
Letters Never Sent
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April 27 of Every Year
Tomorrow would be his birthday, the second we celebrate without him. Although time continues its relentless march, there are days when the absence feels like a dense shadow, like a distant echo that, without warning, bursts into my chest.I can’t deny that the emptiness left by his presence is a…