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Paradox of a Soulmate

Paradox of a Soulmate What is about blushed Alhambra, If she doesn’t unravel the love and toil? What is about twisty Albayzín, If it doesn’t unveil the untolds? What is about the wine potion, If it doesn’t ground you to eternally fold ? What is about the miracle of Words If they fail to connect?…

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Unite with Me

Unite with Me Whatever distracts* you from appreciating* the taste* of your breath*, is evil*.   Saint Rymos 😂😂 Granada España 14/02/2026 In remembrance of Saint Valentine P.S. *Distraction: whatever causes disparity, disconnection, separation and not unity.(Naming days differently for example Australia day, Victory day, Christmas, Valentine’s day,…, pride, competition, ambition, any type of ISM,…

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Moment of Relief

Moment of Relief On a gloomy morning Of a cold winter day, When the Andalucian sun Was still crossed, Seeking refuge in the midst of the blaze Of the kindest and the warmest arms, my mum, A flashback to my infancy: Raving ‘n rambling Against the impotence of wisdom Chaotic ‘n unjust; the misery of…

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Sacred Camino

Sacred Camino I am an ordinary man As vigilant as a philosopher. All I do is to SEE, thoroughly. Until the moment of encounter. When YOU appears, Which is not an ordinary you, YOU brings feelings. It’s an occurrence. YOU makes my heart sing. YOU is a pulse Or an impulse? Is YOU a wave…

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Casual Convo

Casual Convo   What happened to the sun? What happened to my heart? Perhaps they were stolen or perhaps the sun ran away with my heart? You’ll never know unless you find my heart first! I apologise for being poetic. But what is the life of a piano without notes but only a piece of…

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Aether is Where I Live

Aether is where I live! Some are dots, one-dimensional Some areas shadows, faceless- two-dimensional Some feel the wind and the tingling, Standing-three-dimensional. When art appears, Not mimesis: “Conscious creation, By instincts? No, Unity in heart and mind”; Many folds unfold, Dimensionless, Chambers of light, waves and reflection. No need for any justifications. An effortless elegance,…

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The Song

The Song Some write to impress, Some do it for fame, Maybe for a shift, Or a silver pen.  It is not me but a little bird; Not a vicious snake nor a hungry pest. Nesting in a garden Behind the hidden door. I scribe his tunes; Some in tune and some rugged and foul. Only an…

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