#poetry #polyamory

A year ago, I drowned in twin goodbyes’ cold sea,
No hope, no search, yet you found me.
One night we wandered, laughed in shadowed light,
Shared warmth unburned till morning’s quiet.
Ten months of sparks, then fear drew near.
Too far, too fast. Still… thank you, my dear.

#poetry

What didn’t break me forged my bones in fire,
left silent rooms I never could acquire.
Strength grew in scars I never asked to bear.
I’d trade this steel for one soft breath of air.

A three cases comic strip. In the first one a mother holding a baby, in the second one the baby, in the third one nothng. Each one with a time under (14:48, 14:49, 14:50)

#crying

Sometime I just can't write a poem.
Sometime I just want to sit in the dark and cry.

Illustration by Hage (Bernard Hage) in "lorientlejour.com"

Thks a lot.

#poesy

Day sinks in gold, a quiet close,
A life awakes where twilight glows.
One story fades to silent breath,
Another dreams beyond its death.
My fleeting path, so swift, so brief.
Yours flows on, a boundless reef.

#poetry #love

My mind still drifts in LSD dust,
where your ghost glows in colored air.
More than a year, and still you burn.
Maybe I should stop pretending
I’ll forget you.
You’re in me deeper
than the ink beneath my skin.

#poetry

Red threads in white, then rewind, re-wound.
A rush, a hush, a blushed blur.
Drop by drop, memory mutes, remutes, mute.
Sweet bleed, slight bliss, a kissed abyss.
Heart hits, hesitates still.
Last love, last lung, last lingering smile.

#poetry #polyamory

n Genoa’s alley, we laughed at the dark,
In Lisbon’s car, we left a fog on the heart.
Montpellier’s park knew our reckless art,
Cyprus ruins watched us fall apart.
So many places where tears still start
Strange how lost love keeps you warm.

My dear
I know your love
is not for me
to own—

I wouldn't wish
to dam a river's flow,
but how lovely
when it rushes
over me

I wouldn't want
to chain up the wind,
but how wonderful
when in its swirl
I spin—

your love is not
for me alone,
yet I feel less lonely
when it touches
on my soul.

#poem

#poetry #love

I swear I crushed my heart to dust
just to forget your name.
But every stranger asks about you
like you’re still written on my skin.
I’d trade my past for a blackout sky
just to lose myself somewhere
in the future.

#poetry

I crossed the border, but the bombs crossed with me.
Their thunder follows my sleep.
Tonight they fall again over Beirut,
and I hear your voice between the sirens.
How can one city carry so many tears,
and still leave room for how much I miss you?

#poetry #love

In my long hush, two shadows softly speak:
My Solitude and Sorrow, pale and weak.
Blood of my flesh, past’s future torn apart
You dwell so far, yet echo in my heart.

#poetry

I gave you time, thick and slow,
Warm hands, a steady glow,
Safe silence, soft and low,
Love meant to hold your bloom below.

I could not still the scars that stay,
The past that pressed its tar-black sway.
I don’t blame you, I blame the day
They broke your bloom, then walked away.

Waow. The two guys on the left are from a very old computer game. Memories come back.
Thks for the pic.

#poetry #love
Each second spent forgetting outgrows time
Endless tolling of a muted chime
Each fragile step feels strange
A pallid dream that fears to change

Innocent cruelty, soft as a scar
You leave one word then drift afar
And I fall back where lost souls hiss
Once more in the waiting Abyss

deeper and wider
the crater
you left
on surface
of my heart

#poetry #love

Morning fog enfolds the world
Hope veils a shy hidden sun
Somewhere, paths begin as one
Soft kiss shared in silver hush

#poetry #love

France lies drowned beneath the waves
My heart sinks in its echo
Ruin, grief, I do not care
A world sans you holds me not

#poetry #love

Lost in the music’s blackened sea,
Night lays its heavy hush on me.
Dark chemistry floods vein and mind,
Sweet venom leaves my flesh behind.

I drift, a ghost of borrowed breath,
Till dawn’s cold truth outstares my death.
Alone, aware, undone by blame,
I scream in silence thy name.

#poetry #love

Already you recede, a slow, soft severing,
stepping away to save me from the storm of you.
My solitude, my only suit, a shroud stitched to skin.
My tears, thin tin echoes in an empty room.
I would have worn the wound, welcomed the ruin,
bled in the hush, if only you had stayed.

#poetry #love

Rain follows storm, night follows dusk,
Void after nothing, shadows we trust.
Black light weighs heavy, matter grown brave,
Entanglement fades, gravity’s grave.
Clad in infinity’s cold, we remain enslaved.

#poetry #polyamory #love

Night hunts dawn in reckless flight
Hearts tip, tears cling to the edge
I wait for endless sleep now
You fade, yet hurt me each day

#poetry

I know the miles, I feel the ache
Too far to touch, too late to take
I seek your pulse, warmth, grace
No blame, just love’s soft, steady pace

I sign for a week-end, brief, yet true
Hope’s fragile thread, I’ll hold it through
Not surrender, just a pause
To keep our tale, not break its cause

Callejeando, Vigo. Enero 2026

#fotografía #Aesthetic
#fotografíacallejera
#photography #b/n
#streetphotography
#art #street #art #b/w
#bluesky #vintage
#foto #photo #calle
#vigo #galiza
#urbangaze #humans #humansofbluesky #monochromatic #classicmono

#poetry #love

White dew flows clear beneath newborn heat;
Damp dawn, a greyed day ; by a raven, memories meet.
Evening sprawls endless, night aimless, thoughts crude;
A song in echo, sorrow like heroin in the veins.

In shadows Deep
A poem Written by
Kaya Sonja Casanova

#poetry #love
Autumn rain sweeps sorrow down its flowing streams,
Winter’s biting cold arrests the darkened past,
Spring’s soft-warm breath wakes desire at last,
Summer’s burn seals death, and heals our dreams.

A stone, used as an artificial tiny island in an waterless (empty) public park pool. The stone is like floating in the air.

#photo #poetry

Suspended like a magic stone,
Ground above air, proudly alone.
Water gone, silence loud and clear,
Revealed at last - ta-da! - the spell is here! ✨

#StreetArt by Helen Bur, Civitacampomarano 2023
@abcdefghelen

A narrow street during Xmas night, with a few xmas lights and a public light giving a yellow ambiance

#photo #poetry

Down an ancient lane, night mirrors gleam,
Red lights whisper a Christmas dream.
Who slips inside, gifts wrapped in cheer,
Or hands that steal what children fear ?
Parents smile wide; the child feels dread,
As shadows breathe where angels tread.