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EN ESOS DÍAS Hay días en los que  simplemente levantarse de la cama representa una tarea ardua, empapada de agobio y pareciera que solo las preocupaciones y el desespero se entronan como un rey irrevocable y severo. La incertidumbre del que ha de ocurrir, cómo, cuándo o dónde, llena la mente y  el corazón de temor e incluso de egoísmo. Para qué negarlo? Si es algo tan humano como sentir una dicha plena o el simple hecho de abrazar a una madre o a un mejor amigo, y lo hacemos con ese amor que nace en el corazón.   Estamos compuestos de emociones y sentimientos que en muchas ocasiones nos sorprenden. Y sabes que? Creo que es un privilegio Divino. Solamente que, lamentablemente, muchas veces nos enfocamos en nuestros problemas, y no es que este simplificando la seriedad de los mismos, pero ciertamente deberíamos enfocarnos en lo que actualmente tenemos dentro de nosotros y en nuestro alrededor para así ver algo de luz. Sí. es un privilegio divino, el sentir alegría y tristez...

"Will you stay with me?, Will you not forget me?" - A trickle of bitter tears ran through her cheeks as she struggled to mutter those words. She was awfully aware of the dream she was having, so realistic that it hurt her, for she knew her beloved one was no more. Anne Marie suddenly woke up with a gasp, realizing the tears she had shed and the pain still in her heart and soul. She looked at the the other side of her bed: empty, vacant... it was just a void, not only there but in her surrendered life as well. "How could you fight against something that is not visible that tears your soul apart and you do not even know how to collect yourself?" she whispered sadly.  She dragged herself out of bed, the daylight was no more, just the clarity of a moonlit sky which was slowly being invaded by rolling grey clouds. As she gazed up, she whispered his name, the one name that she had treasured for so long and would not let go. Her thoughts still were a reminiscence of days p...

Taking the fifty-minute-long ride metro, just to walk three more minutes out and then waiting for other twelve minutes for the bus home to arrive can be of course exhausting at times. Don't get me wrong or judge me just yet, the thing is that I have had thought that living in a large city slowly takes your joy away, as if it was a vampire trying to suck out the life of its victim. Perhaps I am overdoing it or overthinking it, or I might even be at fault for letting myself be an easy target for the city to slowly consume me from within. In my case, I believe that it is hard to point my finger at the "right" culprit...I guess it is a combination of factors and experiences that slowly accumulate in the process of living my life, or trying my best to live it and, the final result seems to be just plain exhaustion.  One of those evenings, the bus came in and I sat down by the window. Some seconds later, an old lady sat next to me. She was just another passenger like many other...

THE WORLD I once wrote that if I stopped writing I would stop living or something like that. Nowadays, it is slightly complicated to gather my thoughts into logical sentences or to pour out my feelings into words. Lately it has been exhausting and overwhelming even to make simple decisions or to have a good night sleep, basically because of what is happening around the world and also because of trying to make out people’s reasons for making others suffer. I try to understand the nature of all disagreements, however the result becomes futile. I just can’t seem to comprehend the language of what is going on, and of the people behind it. I just feel I don’t fit anywhere due to my lack of understanding or even worse: my lack of mundane experience! I mean, many people, friends and acquaintances know how to move and get around situations I have no clue of, or that they possess the right information in their heads to certain issues. And no, I wasn’t born yesterday, and no, am not mentally c...

  COFFEE SHOP “A cappuccino and a slice of chocolate cheesecake, please” – Just another day, although this time he simply decided to go out since he felt like relaxing in a café and dedicate some time to his writing. The place wasn’t bustling with customers and the atmosphere offered a much-needed peace and quiet… just a little out of the ordinary place for writing since mostly he’d do it at home. The place felt warm and cozy, with dimmed lights and a comfortable, green-velveted chair and a nice sturdy table to sit at. A sip of warm coffee with a touch of cinnamon felt great in his palate as he proceeded to take out his laptop. “What should I write about?” – What does it take to write if not a simple word or a sentence and see it how it flourishes like a flower in spring. The magic is there, and it doesn’t matter the topic because our minds are so creative by nature that one would just start with a word and take it from there. He pondered his own experiences, bad and good… he...

  Love’s Love - story - reading   Never mind about love and its lies, Mind about its kiss in a cold night, For its kiss is disguised in cowardice, Mind about its sword, For love doesn’t carry it for defense, But for betrayal enveloped in words.   Never mind about love’s gifts, Mind about the intentions behind it, For like a poem with honey-like words they enchant, Yet soon love itself will bring cold tears upon your eyes, For love is blinded, selfish and thoughtless, For it loves killing what it loves, With words, With indifference, With swords.   Never mind about love’s love, Mind about the fragility surrounding it, The instability that seeded and bloomed from its core, Mind about its beliefs, For they are weak, And the tides of change shake them, And once corrupted, it will never be as it used to be.   Never mind about love’s enchantment, For it is built upon a mirage, and its music plays along with de...

  FREEDOM There comes the time again. With its tight grip around the neck reminding you that the clock is ticking, and that monotony is wearing you away. Everyday seems endless and ultimately: aimless. Getting up everyday almost at the same usual time, have your regular breakfast and almost robotically, you carry on with the rest of your day just to repeat it over an dover again, day after day. What seems to be ordinary, slowly wastes you away, gets you away from your essence, the nature of your true self. As he was getting things ready for breakfast, these and many more thoughts cascaded in his mind, powerfully and in torrents, to the point that he began to feel helpless and rather annoyed. While looking away thoughtfully at the view from his kitchen window, the frying pan with a couple of eggs in it, let him know that if he didn’t remove them from the pan, they would get awfully burnt. And it was in that moment, like a flash of thoughts, that he sprang up from the chair, pu...