Antes de perderte (While You're Still Here)
I think the cruelest part was never loving you. It was realizing that love begins with loss already stitched into it. Some people stay for a lifetime. Others change us forever without ever truly belonging to us. Most of us never know which story we're living until it has already begun to change. Maybe that's why I have always carried this quiet grief. Not because I believed you would leave, but because nothing beautiful ever promises to stay the same. There is something heart
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Mientras estuvimos aquí (For a Little While)
Everything is temporary. Some things stay long enough to make us forget. They become part of the background of our lives, so constant and familiar that we mistake their presence for permanence. We stop noticing the way they hold us together. Until something changes. Sometimes it happens all at once. Sometimes so quietly that we cannot name what has been lost, only that the world no longer feels the way it did before. An emptiness appears where there used to be certainty. A di
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Ecos de la Incertidumbre (Echoes of Uncertainty)
Life shifts—sometimes gently, sometimes like a storm, and in a blink, everything you thought was certain becomes fragile, fleeting. These...
Oct 3, 2024
Sin los cantazos no se aprende (Without the Knocks, One Doesn't Learn)
When I was a little girl, every time I skinned my knee or stubbed my toe, my mother would gather me in her arms, whispering, “De los...
Jul 29, 2024
Oscuridad inquieta (Restless Darkness)
Sleeping at night is no delight, where shadows whisper my deepest fright. Darkness unfurls, a silent war, how to calm this restless...
Jul 3, 2024
