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I thought he wasn’t there…

It was a rainy night

It was a night of wind and lightning

Of wind blowing

From the darkness of the nightstand

And He was there…

He was in the darkness

With pale skin

His pale face,

With an impassive expression,

But in his round eyes,

Green with a reddish tone,

Evil is pronounced.

I thought he really wasn’t there,

But he was…

I closed my eyes so as not to see

So as not to feel

But he was still there…

I thought he wasn’t there

But he was there,

I opened them again

And yes, he was.

In the darkness,

Where the moonlight doesn’t touch him

Nor the light of the nightstand

He was in the shadows

Where he lives…

He went to the light of day

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Game of Love

And it has never mattered in the game of love,

if the person is white, black or mixed-race, if the smile is crooked,

if the person walks delicately or heavily, that is how love has been, that is dazzled not only by what it sees but by what makes it emerge.

The consecutive days of seeing that person, the intelligence, the detail or something that sometimes people don't know what...

but there it is, suddenly you only count the seconds to see or find somewhere and pretend it was a coincidence; when in reality you were looking...

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She

She dreamed of an idyllic love.

She dreamed of having him during the day, having him at night, including him in her little world and, if possible, having children.

She dreamed of waking up next to him, of meeting their eyes, as their tired bodies had met at night,

she dreamed of loving him and being by his side, day and night, in good times and bad, in sickness and peace.

But that was it... she dreamed...

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blue eyes

I could not specify, at what moment or instant, my will has become so fragile under the gaze of those two blue eyes...

of that sky in your eyes or the delight that is your voice

Really, I cannot say when you became my weakness,

that your joy is mine,

that your pain hurts me

worse, when I cannot console you.

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I wish you could understand the joy of my little heart to know about you... someday, perhaps you will reflect on it... I wish you much love on your path and in your heart.

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I don't waste gunpowder in chimango... hahahaha

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I'm seriously thinking about letting you go... your attitude hurts me too much. Lately, it hurts me even to hear your voice that was my delirium...

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"Prostitute"

After a long trip, the Black Sheep met her friend, the Blonde Goat, in a bar. They hugged each other and began to tell the stories of their lives, very similar and similar thoughts.

- I understand you... when my boyfriend traveled to the coast on weekends, for work, my dad would tell me: "your boyfriend goes with the whores and leaves you here"then, I told him: "No dad, he has me as a whore, you don't know what I do to him, don't you see that he's always happy" ...

both laughed at that anecdote...

- And what did your father do? - asked the Sheep laughing.

- He grabbed his chest and said "Oh! Oh! I'm dying, Graciela, help me," and my mother told him: "You deserve it for being stupid."- laughed the Blonde Goat.

The laughter started again.

REMEMBER: No one has the permission to point you out, accuse you or torture you with their aggressions, if this happens, get out of that relationship or respond like the Blonde Goat

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The Black Queen

The evening was falling when the sheep, tired of the routine, of thinking about the nuances of that personality, in the eyes of that man for whom the spirits asked her. A soul in need of rest.

In her need to clear her mind, she went out to a bar with calm colors, the terrace showed the streets of Recoleta, the moldings of the old house showed a restored French architecture, the sun was warm but relaxing; until she heard a voice, a particular voice that she had already known before:

- I didn't think I'd find you away from the herd - said in a peaceful voice, a woman with a statuesque body, fine dress and hats, dressed in black from head to toe. She approached the black sheep, while making her heels click against the floor.

- Good afternoon, madam - greeted the sheep, she did not fear the woman in front of her but, she knew what she was capable of and she sensed what she wanted, to recruit her for the dark side...

Known as the Black Queen, a witch, daughter of a witch, the darkness that she inherits and flutters in her aura, a darkness that is not a secret for those who follow her or for the sheep, who sees beyond. The Black Queen covers her face with the wide hat and taking the necessary distance, continues to address the Sheep:

- What an inheritance they left us... - said the woman - we inherited from our ancestors what we are today but... you grew a lot and from what I heard, you will occupy a good position... you could also occupy a position in our ranks...

- She is very insistent and I thank her, but I am fine where I am - the young woman with curls smiles

- What a pity... - answered the Black Queen - I could lighten your load, your pain... which is a lot...

- Why do you tempt me? If you know that without light I cannot live, beyond the pain... - the sheep smiles bitterly at the woman

- If you change your mind, you know where to find me... - the Black Queen said and walked away to the beat of her high heels.

The Sheep stayed on the terrace, feeling the warm breeze, the sun and happy that the Black Queen had left; she always appears suddenly and in the saddest or most confusing moments, as if looking for weak points to tempt her, to turn off a little of the light that exists... God help her to change her mind and serve the light, love and charity to others.

The young sheep looked at her cup of coffee, untouched, just like the toast with avocado, she can take her time for herself and go home... after all, it was her day off

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Goodbye

He was beautiful, before my eyes

He was what I wanted,

What I longed for...

Until he showed his other face

Until he screamed,

Until he despised

And worse... He betrayed.

Now,

I don't want to see you,

But... I wish you happiness,

That you can love...

I will be free

And you...

You are free from me

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Thoughts of love:

What would a life without love be?

without that person,

what would a life without color be,

without that sigh of the soul,

that changes our days...

without that person for whom...

we laugh if he laughs,

we are happy if he is happy

and agony invades us,

when he is sad.

And even if it is ridiculous,

to lose ourselves in that gaze

day after day,

a thousand nights and... above all

a thousand awakenings...

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CURSE

and the gypsy,

in her anger,

launched her curse

"I hope you fall in love"

to the boy, who mocked,

blasphemed and laughed at others.

She launched her worst curse,

to the ungrateful Christian...

to a young man who knows nothing of love

but will know...

it will be his torment,

a relief for his empty life...

it will be sweet and bitter,

he will love without reciprocating

and he will regret his offense,

he will regret his love...

and today... that Christian...

is THE OUTRAGED ONE

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The black cat and the white cat

one has the darkness of the night

in her fur and two yellow stars shine on her face.

Her chubby body lets herself fall wherever she pleases and on domestic routes,

she accompanies saying meow meow...

Her older sister is different,

white as cotton flakes,

with a thick tail dyed black,

two green pearls adorn her face framed by two black spots up to her ears.

With a thin body and agile movements, without making a sound,

not even when walking or passing by, but she is by your side...

What a curious thing these cats are,

they say they are independent

but if you are not there, they miss you,

they accompany you to the bathroom door, they hide in urtaillas in the darkness to jump at your feet...

sometimes they look at you,

sometimes they don't look at you,

they look for your hands for affection or shelter and although they don't talk like a parrot,

in their gestures you can see their feelings...

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AWAKE

Have you ever felt your heart broken,

the feeling that something is sad inside you... realizing the patterns and relationships

that you don't want to repeat, that for certain people you are just a pawn in their game, someone useful that they can manipulate at will... it is in those moments...

where you realize the links and the true intentions of people,

it is then, when you are AWAKE, Awake,

seeing your value, your lord, your feelings and that what you have done is by your own effort.

Therefore, I ask you, stay AWAKE so that no one reduces your value, your light, your life...

May this 2025 be a year of AWAKENING,

being in peace and plenitude with yourself and with others...

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She fainted from the amount of stuff she was carrying hahaha

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Buenos Aires...

I have always been from the port,

the city of the port, Buenos Aires,

my house, my home,

your streets, your noises and silences,

your old cobblestones,

your buildings with a French, English and American touch.

The mornings with the smell of coffee, croissants, dulce de leche...

The tango, with its lyrics and idioms... Argentine mates, the meeting with friends.

My city of the port, it hurts me to leave you, even if it is for a while,

I already feel the uprooting,

the pain of leaving my home,

where I am free,

where the people who love me as I am are

and a sob will fall,

when the plane takes off...

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Beautiful

Cover me up. Cover.