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Poem the Black Sea

The Black Sea She waited for me beside a drifting boat upon the Black Sea, where forgotten spirits built their homes from sorrow and unfinished prayers. The ferryman spoke no words. Only stretched his pale hand outward, demanding a toll heavier than gold, heavier than memory itself. Yet the... read more

Resistance or unbreakability?

Can you imagine having to go through some kind of tides that come and go? Tides that rise and then disappear, leaving visible what was under the water? Since 2011 I have felt like this, it is strange to have depression for so long. Even so, I don't like psychology, don't take it personally, it is... read more

Another Day

Happy Tuesday everyone! I hope the week is treating you all kindly! I just wanted to write a little something that’s been on my mind. It’s not meant to make anyone feel less or sad; it’s simply a reflection from within me that came to mind when I woke up. I want you to know I respect, appreciate... (edited) read more

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A masterpiece you can taste: where the turbulent tides of a Van Gogh seascape meet the delicate swirl of a cake roulé.

Under the Honeyed Moon

The sky spills gold across the night, a lantern hung in velvet blue— the summer moon, full-bellied, bright, whispers secrets old yet true. She hums through fields of sleeping green, through restless hearts and quiet bones, a silver thread, soft and unseen, stitching souls to ancient tones. The... read more

I trust the tides — what’s meant for me will find its way. 💓✨