The ideas come fast, the motivation is high, the vision is clear — yet my body quietly says: “Slow down.”
It’s a strange imbalance: to have so much inner fire and so little fuel left to keep moving.
And still, it’s a very human one.
The ideas come fast, the motivation is high, the vision is clear — yet my body quietly says: “Slow down.”
It’s a strange imbalance: to have so much inner fire and so little fuel left to keep moving.
And still, it’s a very human one.
los panes de muerto
Los espíritus cantantes
De los que amamos de a deveras.
los panes de muerto
Los espíritus cantantes
De los que amamos de a deveras.
#poesia #cuentos #humanidad #nuestrosdemonios
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#poesia #cuentos #humanidad #nuestrosdemonios
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To the Sea
To the Sea
So true these days #books #life
And yet..
Hope is cyclic and necessarily reemergent. Maybe in an expanded and slightly different.
But hope, nevertheless.
#hope
And yet..
Hope is cyclic and necessarily reemergent. Maybe in an expanded and slightly different.
But hope, nevertheless.
#hope
I belong to Earth ans Spirit.
This body bold and old
Fractured by birth and life
Belongs to the Ashes
Of Reemergence.
I belong to the Song
Of the Sun
The grace of the Sea
To Everywhere and Nowhere
In Unity
#Spirit #Belonging
I belong to Earth ans Spirit.
This body bold and old
Fractured by birth and life
Belongs to the Ashes
Of Reemergence.
I belong to the Song
Of the Sun
The grace of the Sea
To Everywhere and Nowhere
In Unity
#Spirit #Belonging