On my skin, God traced constellations,
ethereal forms that whisper stories
in their infinite and celestial dance.
Fixed, still, they draw geometry
like a divine language,
a code I would try to decipher,
only for it to dissolve in a torrent of eternal sweetness.
Those constellations, tireless,
remain etched into my being,
like a sigh in the memory of the wind.
My skin, folding with the years
like an old parchment,
preserves its essence intact,
a perpetual echo that,
with each cycle of time,
transforms into a magical legacy,
an immortal whisper of the divine.
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Venezuela
Venezuela, how deeply you hurt today.Twenty-seven years of unrelenting suffering, and now this. Sometimes I wonder what your people could have possibly done to deserve so much pain. So much loss. So much injustice. Beyond your borders, so few truly understand what it means to survive in a country where many earn less than four…
Chatsworth house
There are grand houses, and then there is Chatsworth House. Nestled within the rolling hills of Derbyshire, this magnificent estate has stood for centuries as a symbol of power, beauty, creativity, and innovation. Yet what makes Chatsworth truly special is not simply its breathtaking architecture or its world-famous gardens. It is the stories hidden within…
International Dance Day
As every 29th of April comes around, we are reminded of the importance of dance. This year’s message comes from Crystal Pite: Humans move, our arms reach out, our knees collapse, our heads nod, our chests cave in, our backs arch. We jump, we shrug, we clench our fists; we lift each other up and…
Dancing Giglio 
NASA needs this poetry in its specialized and technical staff✨⭐✴️
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Don’t exaggerated, it would be a dream tho hehe 😂💫⭐
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you can do It!!!
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