Joy, Fear, Confidence, Anger, Sadness, Friendship, Disgust Calm, Surprise, Shame, Enmity, Anticipation, Compassion, Kindness, Envy, Emulation, Contempt, Gratitude, Admiration, Pride, Jealousy, Sympathy, Obfuscation, Irritation…
Every dawn is a warm awakening, renewing my existence as I feel the softness of your fingers caressing my lips. Breathing in the gentleness of your breath that dispels my tiredness. At the same time, the loving gaze of your eyes revitalizes my entire body, because I feed on you to continue living… Continue reading “I FEED ON YOU…”
Recently, Guatemala has gained a lot of notoriety for the achievements attained at the Paris 2024 Olympic Games. Guatemalan athletes have defended their dreams of winning an Olympic medal. Although most Guatemalans are unaware of the years of preparation and constant struggle of each participant, we have been proud of the performance of each of them. Although we have not actively participated in their personal preparation to be able to participate in the Olympic Games, we have identified with them and embraced their sporting spirit to the point of sharing their dreams of winning an Olympic medal in the different sports in which they participate.
Have you ever experienced the feeling of lying on the wet ground after a rainy day, or on the green grass at dusk on a clear spring day just to gaze at the star-covered sky? Nowadays, people marvel at the sophisticated creations with technological advances that feed our senses with the words “PERFECTION” AND “BEAUTY”, creating before our eyes the perception of a world governed entirely by human intelligence.
What an irony in life… I have to smile, showing a face covered in scarlet, so as not to show that my heart is broken and shattered. Only then can I continue to hide the inevitable reality that pressures me to live in the shadows since you have left.
Feel me… Every morning when you wake up as if it were the warm light of the new day, which impetuously passes through the glass of your window to illuminate your face, while I gently caress your lips to give you a kiss.
Around the world, there is a very great diversity of cultures that adorn the natural or prefabricated beauty of each country and that, in many aspects, identify us or group us in specific geographical areas. For example, in Guatemala, there is a very old custom of saying “HEALTH” when we hear a person sneeze. And I know that in many Hispanic countries there is also this custom, although the word HEALTH is not necessarily used every time someone sneezes.
In a relationship, there will undoubtedly always be disagreements, anger, complaints, jealousy, confusion, forgetfulness, and probably complaints or scolding. When a problem is discussed as a couple, they almost always blame each other, because in a relationship, feelings, emotions, and passions are involved that can prevent having a neutral conversation that can help solve the conflict about which they are discussing.
There are pains that make us scream, hit, moan, or twist. And they express themselves openly, without conditions or restrictions. Regardless of opinions, criticism, or advice, we only want to eradicate them from our bodies. But there are also pains that are suffered in silence because the bond of love, which physically held us together in an almost perfect personal world, was broken.
We are reaching the end of the year two thousand twenty-three, and in the United States of America, Thanksgiving Day is approaching. Celebration that turns out to be the preamble to the Christmas festivities. But how many of us are happy with the life we have? Or perhaps I should ask: How many of us are preparing to enjoy this time of year with more love, peace, and goodwill throughout the world?
Two months have passed since I shared my most recent publication. My computer, keyboard, and desktop are covered in dust. It seems incredible, but every time I touch the keyboard, the dust sticks to my fingers. Leaving traces semi-tarnished by the density of feelings dormant between memories and tears, which gently awaken from dreams almost forgotten in time.
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