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    La madre tierra

    En el monte, bajo la neblina, caminando y observando el rededor, animales la rodeaban, la montaña la liberaba, sus pies caminaban y el viento la tocaba.  Acogida por una respiración pura en el páramo frío se inspiró por la anticipación a la aventura que la esperaba. Veía la subida de la montaña y sentía cada paso como una reafirmación de estar viva.  Fortalecida por el ejercicio de su cuerpo y llena de energía en esa madrugada, la mujer arrancó su trayecto sin saber realmente los retos que le deparaban. Cada paso que daba la acercaba al cielo invisible en un ritmo constante, latente, concentrada en su camino, su respiración iba…

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    A Woman’s Wondering

    Why is it that men are so easily reeled in, yet so hard to keep near? An answer, I need, I feel it come clear. I entered a bookshop today, and something occurred, a sly move of mine, which I’m hesitant to disclose, yet, here it goes: One soft smile of mine, one step into the room, one glance at an interesting book and there he was: trying to impress me with his intellect and knowledge; wanting not to show too much, know too little, conscious enough not to frolic. A small flick of my hair and he couldn’t help himself, he had to say, “hey”, he just couldn’t stray:…

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    A Letter to Envy, A Plea

    You slither and quiver to enter my soul; a poisonous smoke as black and obscure as darkness and blindness, a venom, impure.  As you settle in my chest, in my heart, you turn into stone, a cumbrous boulder set deep in my bones.  Being contagious, you reach in my mind, you slither and wither, become more refined; create complex ideas, resentful, unkind. You make me feel heavy, needy, powerless combined; you’re a toxin of evil that destroys any kind: you take over the weak ones, and drive wrongful decisions; wanting to grow inside them, creating destructive visions.  Like a clingy dead vine draining energy from life, you feed off of…

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    Grief

    Dear Melany,   Dearest friend.  I feel sadness and soft tears wanting to fall upon me.  They whisper lonesome words of grief that cannot fathom your reasons for leaving, or the despairing thoughts that led you to such a choice.  They keep pressing, yearning to be set free, but they doubt that it’s their time; their place to be shed.  Slowly, they ease and they ask pleadingly if they could be let through, for it is for you.  Softly, they knock on the doors of my mind, seeking for answers that cannot be found.  They slither and wonder through every dendrite, making senseless connections of inexplicable respite. Any explanation given…

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    My Dearest

    My Dearest,     My gorgeous man.  The man that has made me feel deserving; one that has pampered me expecting nothing in return.  You make me feel loved.  My Dearest, you’ve shown me that I can trust without losing myself in the process. You’ve also shown me that I can let go, give into myself and lose control without everything falling to pieces. Dearest, you’ve shown me that you are amazing.  I want you; even more than you realize.  I grow anxious when we’re apart, I can’t wait for our next meeting and I want to be near you just because.  But I can’t do that.  I can’t give in. …

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    Permission to be Weak

    Hi,   I’m writing to ask for your permission to be weak.  I’d like to know if you’ll allow me to tell you that I miss you? I’ve made an effort to be strong and stay away, but I find myself thinking about you anyway.  I catch myself wanting your touch, your body close to mine, lying in bed with my back facing your front, your arm wrapped around my waist and your long, light fingers grazing my breast. I can’t help but remember our nights together, exploring each other’s body, enjoying every moment; discovering beauty and relishing sensation. I can’t help but wish for us to be together again,…

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    YOU ARE ENOUGH

    Hi.   Yes, you. I am writing about you: the writer that doubts his work.  The artist that questions her art.  I am writing to you to let you know that you are enough (writing competition hosted by Positive Writer). You are enough to write what’s in your heart, what’s in your mind.  You are an artist for you are a writer; you write, thereby you create art.  Believe in yourself, trust your mind, for you are a writer and, as a wise person once said, “the words are there, bowing at your feet, waiting for you to choose them”. Write. Write for yourself, write for your loved ones, write for the voice…