photo Juan Pablo Tavera
Your words were cold and calculated.
With meticulous precision you peirced them into me,
one at a time, showing no mercy
leaving behind fridgid splinters of your brokeness, not mine.
I was vulnerable, unprepared, not properly dressed
and had no protection.
You took advantage of me,
of our relationship
of my charity
but never again will you do so.
He watched for you every day
from the confines of his small, concrete, oceanview balcony.
His empty world created by success and personal achievements
was broken and barred by the pain of a fractured relationship.
He was a prisoner, slowly wasting away.
But you, you were alive and free.
Unlike him, you were thriving.
The beach was your endless avenue
its unobstructed view had no limitations.
Your bare feet, unrestricted, caressed the soft sand with each step
and your clothing gently enveloped you without tension.
You traveled light
You were uninhibited and free.
He called you, “Dreamer” and he looked for you every day.
photos Adeline Spengler
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Being thankful starts in the mind
Grows in the heart
And nourishes the soul.
photos Maria Louceiro
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Even though you’re gone
I still look for you and wonder
Did you ever love me?
photo by Eva Besnyö, “Nicole Dumont, Amsterdam – 1934”
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You think that you’re more important than anyone else
But you’re not.
It’s just another one of your narcissistic delusions
And the truth is that you’re just a pawn, too.
“The Megalomania”, Victoria Ivanova
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