Devastated!

demons invaded you, rage wrapped you up,
impotence consumed your peace.
It was unavoidable not to think.
Tranquility? was not possible,
imagining him by his side overwhelmed you.

Insomnia had become your faithful companion,
the pain was great, your soul cried, sought peace,
but you couldn’t find it,
in between drinks you were wondering why he does it?
although you felt empty you wanted to see them,
to know what he was doing next to him, doing you even more harm.
Desolate you reproached yourself…
What happened to love? What was my mistake?
You felt something was missing in you… You were no longer as young as she perhaps,
or your skin so smooth that it drives him crazy,
there was no longer a slender figure that he walked around with his hands.
His absence made you feel irreparably mutilated, sometimes wishing to have him by your side, even giving you whirlwind caresses,
but give you peace of mind,
just waking up from that nightmare, just breathing again was your longing,
as before, as always.
Did you love him so much?
Your denial of reality drove you crazy,
then one Sunday afternoon you walked non-stop,
something taken and exhausted from so much pain,
the demons were still there, stalking your peace,
winning the game..
Then with your life you decided to end, then for a man you stopped fighting, throwing yourself into an abyss, the sea where your body lies today, which you thought would make you rest, now you are no longer ..
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Frida: Inspirational, Brave and Warrior

Inspiring woman, brave and warrior, victim of adversities and setbacks of life, how did you endure so much? I admire your impetus and firmness, your courage, your boldness. Great friend of your father, renowned photographer, third of four brothers, with a difficult childhood and a disease afflicted your body as a child, yet you survived the misfortune.
It was at the age of 18, the most difficult moment for you, life is hard again, perhaps you would think that fate was raging and did not allow your happiness, then a terrible accident is part of your life leaving you prostrate in a bed for a long time, but there you became an artist, there you discovered a great hidden talent, there you understood what you carry inside and expressed it on the canvas, there you learned to interpret your feelings and show them to the world. Painting yourself was your passion, and an escape to your pain, saying “this is me”, filled you in spite of the circumstances.
After a while came love, sweet but at the same time bitter, the maturity of a gentleman who perhaps made you feel protected, safe, and whom you loved passionately, but who brought with him stormy moments, disdains and infidelities, painful betrayals and thus the hard news of your inability to procreate as a sequel to that terrible circumstance. It was a difficult stage, and he, Diego, a love that as you said left you “emotionally invalid”, moments of confusion, challenges, failures but also successes where 200 paintings, including more than 50 self-portraits expressed your being, your physical and emotional pain, they were your relief and brought out the deepest part of your being and the world could know it.
This great and most original artist from Mexico dies on July 13, 1954, at the age of just 47 with the desire to be cremated, “When I die, burn my body…I don’t want to be buried. I have spent a lot of time lying down, simply burn it! Her ashes today rest in the same house where she was born, today the Frida Khalo Museum, as they say to be there is to feel her presence, it is the sensation of walking around the place still intact, as I leave it.
An inspiring, brave and warrior woman….

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Dreams on pause…

With sadness you look in the mirror, you’re not the same anymore,
Your body’s changed, your skin’s stained.
Tight clothing has been left behind.
that beautiful, youthful figure is a thing of the past..
They were magical moments,
in that moment lived your heart was flooded with stars,
in your stomach fluttered the so-called butterflies,
a teenage passion you lived, then you thought you knew love..
But the dream soon ended and the illusion vanished,
Your heart’s broken, that boy’s gone,
your innocence, your purity, it’s gone, but he’s left something in you…
You see them having fun and you miss those moments,
you want to be “normal”, like before, parties, friends,
but reality hits you at times
and those around you remind you of it every moment…
You’re still a child but with a life in your belly,
fear catches you, uncertainty overwhelms you
resignation and responsibility are now your options,
dreams have been paused, only paused…
But you assume it, wipe your tears and look at the world,
It won’t be easy, you’ve been told, but you walk in front of life,
and prepare for his arrival,
you will fill him with love, you tell him that every day and it will become your reason for being…

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My pet

“Hello my name is Pamela Sophia, but at home they call me “Pame”, I’m three years old and I’m the spoiled of the house, my human parents love me very much, my mommy buys me clothes and makes my ties like the one I look like today for you, I tell you that I love to go out for my walks every morning, I still have not had a boyfriend, I think my human mom wants me to be a little nun dog. I am a very lucky pet because every day I am filled with love and affection, I have the best family in the world.”

¡Dile NO to animal maltreated!

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Night of Terror

They had barely moved into that house, although the locals looked at them insistently as if they wanted to warn something, they ignored them, they tried not to touch the inhabitants of that remote village. Laura, a beautiful young blonde with long hair and her mother, had been left alone, her father would have died in a car accident, her mother had acquired that house at a very good price, they wanted to be alone after living the sad moment of their loss.
It was a somewhat gloomy house, large and with long corridors. The first few nights were difficult for Laura, it was difficult for her to fall asleep, she usually left a lamp lit to sleep but the crackling of the strong winds constantly opened the windows and did not allow her to rest. As the days went by both of them became accustomed to the noises, to the strange details such as the long strands of black hair in various parts of the house


A few days later, on a cold Halloween night when a great storm was unleashed, a terrible nightmare awoke Laura, startled and with a hectic breath she immediately wanted to turn on the light but the electricity didn’t work, then a loud noise was heard on the upper floor. Terrified the girl wanted to get to her mother’s room while she felt the wall of the corridor in complete darkness, finding herself with an open door of one of the rooms, suddenly something pushed her towards the room, Laura shouted desperately to her mother but her cries could not be heard, the reflection of a flash of lightning allowed her to see in front of her a woman with white complexion and long black hair, terror seized her trying to run away after seeing that terrible woman, but it was in vain, the door closed tightly while that terrible specter emitted a Dantesque laughter, only the window was there, open, Laura only wanted to escape that night…

A year has passed since then, those who now live in that house have heard some noises trying to ignore them but little Daniel that cold Halloween night during a great storm did not let cry, the dog barked insistently, the mother after hearing a cry at the end of the corridor runs scared looking for the little one, but has only found in empty cot since then lost the reason … That night the locals heard again that frightful laughter, but this time from two women…

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The work of a hero

Without expecting anything in return
love unconditional deliveries
when you take it with you
makes you vibrate with emotion.

You take that little
giving your best coat,
you give all your affection,
having in your mind a dream…

To be able to provide you with a home
an abandoned puppy
a life of hunger and mistreatment
you want to be in the past.

That is your daily task,
to rescue these innocents,
victims of many people
without conscience and feelings,
who have abandoned them,
becoming very helpless.

A still small space,
you seek to have at home,
food and a coat,
for you it is fundamental
leaving even your life
for them to protect.

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Thirsty for pleasure

Hearts that beat,
who sigh,
looks that want to stay,
a desire to feel that insists every day,
who doesn’t give up.

Thoughts, dreams, your perfume,
the desire to travel every centimetre, latent, implicit.
Because we both want it and we know it,
because the glances confess it, she betrays us.

We fervently await the instant
in delighting our senses,
in which our bodies come closer,
touch, take, unbuckle.
and burn with caresses.

The moment our breaths are so close that they fatigue us
and that the eagerness of our lips to feel is satiated,
because only a false step will make this longing a reality.
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the son of evil

The house was alone for 50 years, it is said that a man committed suicide one night after killing his wife when he found her with his lover. In the village there is little talk about it, as she was the daughter of an important person in the area. When Pedro and Jeannet bought the place, strange things began to happen, there were noises, screams, footprints in the big house, but they tried to ignore what was happening. Then began the problems between them, fights discussions without major reason were already common, the situation was unsustainable at the same time of the strange things that happened in the house.

After a few months something very strange happened, Jeannet became pregnant while her husband was away, she couldn’t understand it, she didn’t know how to explain it. When Petter found out and got angry, his jealousy took over, ending his wife’s life and then his own. No one knew what had happened, or who was the father of that baby, some local believers say it was best because that child would be the son of evil.

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Terror in the bathroom

In the bathroom of the school, Sophia heard noises coming from the third cubicle, a space closed by the existing humidity, she thought that someone could be inside, when she looked underneath she realized that she was wrong. Only a year ago in Japan I had heard about Hanako-san, the spirit of a teenager who lived in the bathrooms on the fourth floor. Suddenly a chill covered her entire body, the front door closing unexpectedly.

She heard her name whisper behind that door, her incredulity led her to force that handle when she opened it, her eyes saw the horror, a young woman enraged with black hair, bloody, with a diabolical look. A terrified cry was heard throughout the school, Sophia’s body never appeared, only her blood was found in that cubicle.

This story is based on one of the most popular legends in Japanese schools.
Hanako-San is a ghost girl who lives in the third cubicle of the bathrooms. The origin of this character has many versions, one of them or considered the heaviest, is the suicide of an adolescent in one of the bathrooms, a product of the pressure in their environment in terms of obtaining good grades, a situation that occurs even in children and adolescents.

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