"For a muscle to grow, it must first tear.
Is the same true for the soul?"

"Each poem is a piece of manifestation writing."

"The way you think, you feel.
The way you feel, you vibrate.
The way you vibrate, you attract.
The way you attract, you act.
And the way you act, you create."

"What's the price of heartbreak,
with all that I've lost,
and all I have yet to gain?"

"The clouds will try to cover your shine, but the moon always glows."

"In time, the soul will understand that it was always right."

"Money can buy love, friendship, and even self-esteem, but none of it is real."

"When someone suffers a physical wound,
we care for them with love and support,
respecting their healing without overstepping.
Why not do the same for the wounds of the soul?"

"Expectations are like salt—
a little enhances the flavor,
too much ruins everything."

"Being mindful of other people's feelings is really important."

Never turned
into "one day."

No one became
someone.

"Maybe" faded,
transforming
into reality.

"Never" never ceased to be,
it became
a possibility.

And "none"
vanished into the air
when the right one arrived.

Here I kneel,
to speak with you,
my god, who is me.

Here I kneel,
to give thanks,
to be grateful for every moment.

Thank you for flowing,
without control.

Thank you for having no expectations,
but still holding hope.

Thank you for allowing me to be myself,
without wishing to be someone else.

Thank you for not seeing mistakes,
but recognizing lessons.

Thank you for setting limits in my life,
but not rigid boundaries in my relationships.

Thank you for all I have to give,
but also for all I allow myself to receive in balance.

Thank you for letting me walk this path of life with trust.

Thank you for not taking everything personally.

Thank you for not judging others,
but for understanding what they mean in my life.

Thank you for not seeking to be loved by others,
but for embracing myself.

Thank you for all the things that make me different,
for that is what makes this individual so unique and defines me.

Thank you for walking life with purpose
and confidence.

Thank you for every moment of my life,
because it has made me who I am.

Thank you to all those who have hurt me,
for they have shown me how strong I truly am.

Thank you for all the incredible things that will happen today.

Here I kneel to tell you
that I deserve a love that is pure,
that I deserve abundance,
and I am open to receiving it.

Here I kneel to tell you that I love you,
and that I love myself.

Here I kneel to say thank you,
thank you for so much gratitude,
for so much love,
and for so much happiness.

We are all the villains,
of a poorly told story.

According to them:
The revolver sleeps,
with me under the pillow.

Nightmares,
dream of me.

I feed soup,
to the Boogeyman (and he doesn’t complain that it’s cold).

The ghost in my room,
leaves the light on (and asks to switch rooms).

I ended the war,
without firing a single bullet...
because the tanks surrendered via WhatsApp.

The devil,
offers me his soul.

The Grinch,
leaves me presents,
with the receipt for exchange.

The Bogeyman,
asks me for love advice.

I follow,
my own shadow.

Death,
asks me not to seek her.

And the end of the world,
says,
"See you later."

One gray afternoon,
with a struggle in my chest,
I allowed myself to doubt my manhood.
I opened the search engine and typed:
"Image of a masculine man."
I expected Vikings, a lumberjack,
Maybe a cowboy with a fierce gaze.
But no, they were normal guys.
Like you, like me.
And in my mind I thought:

I'm not that man who used
arrogance as currency,
my strongest side is confidence.

I'm not that man,
who doesn't cry,
who doesn't show his feelings,
and whose tears flow.

I'm not that man,
who controls and imposes,
I'm that man who guides, helps, and builds.

I'm not that man who uses
chivalry as superiority,
use as kindness for all equally.

I'm not that man,
who measures his manhood by his gaze.
Self-care isn't vanity,
it's self-love,
another sin.

I'm that man,
who doesn't compete with others,
I only challenge myself,
and I want to win.

I'm that man,
who wants to take care of my children,
parenting skills,
and my partner equally.

Let no one expect anything from me.
I have my values,
and I won't doubt that.

THIS IS ME! ​​AND THIS IS MY MANHOOD!

So if being a man
is just about meeting expectations...
I don't know, bro,
could I have come out of the closet? Hahaha.

"If I die, I want to be a poet, not a soldier."

Me llamo Andres,
pero me nombran salvador.

Extraños y amigos,
buenos y heridos,
a todos ayudo en mi camino.

Si te sientes solo,
te invito a mi grupo de amigos.

Cargo con los problemas,
que no son míos.

pongo el hombro,
a quien me lo pide

Si no tienes que comer,
yo te cocino.

El problema es,
que no me lo piden.

El problema es,
que lo hago,
por no ser invisible.

Firma: Salvador

We're at a point where we're already daring enough to be naive and beautiful.

How ****** are the experiences, the path of life.

The heart is worth it, a big heart, a tender heart, a heart of abundance.

Where a dinner and a little poetry nourishes us more than a 5-star hotel.

Where a few candles and a little awareness make us explode into ******.

A glass of wine and a deep conversation will be the best walk of your life.

That woman without headphones, without noise, walking steadily through life.

That woman on the beach with a book in her hand, is the one I want.

How **** intelligence is.

"I have left you in peace,
not because I didn't love you,
but because you weren't the best for me.
Love can't conquer all,
but mine does—for me."

I walk through life,
sighing.

I am with you,
I sigh.

I eat and sigh.

Releasing energies,
held-back emotions,
frustration or longing.

Could it be that you valued me in every moment,
and in bed, you desired me?

Could it be that you listened to me,
without judging?

Could it be that you inspired me,
without challenging me?

Could it be that I was drawn to your being,
to your values?

Could it be that you respected
and loved my darkness?
Could it be that you gave me peace,
or could it be that I have fallen in love?

I have a novel I can't
finish writing.
Because there are kisses left ungiven,
words left unspoken.
There are hugs left unfelt,
caresses that never became love.
There are laughter I never saw,
and tears I can't dry.
There are experiences left unlived,
and dreams undreamed.

All afternoon thinking,
my head keeps spinning.

Evaluating one,
and another option.

Just to answer that question,
What do you want with me?

I have no label in the earthly,
no explanation
from beyond.

I want to cover the wounds
of the heart with gold.

Like kintsugi,
turning scars into beauty.

I want to hold you,
whenever you need it.

I want to be the refuge
from adversities.

I want to be the outline
of your emotions.

I want to love you,
and be loved.

I want to set standards for you,
and accept no less in return.

Yet, you are setting them for me too,
and I cannot receive less
than what you give of yourself.

It will be hard to cover with another nail,
the mark you are leaving.

Here, caressing the curls
of my hair,
thinking of the sweet scent
that your skin gives off.

Scent of tenderness,
with a smile that nestles in my eyes,
intoxicated in the dark night,
darkest of my happiness.

I might not love you,
but I love you,
not only do I love you,
I prefer you.

I love you,
but I don't need you,
I love you like a flower in the garden,
I want to care for you every day,
to admire its beauty,
when the sun caresses its petals.

Yesterday you walked across my face,
Something runs down my back.

I don't know how many verses I can use,
to describe what I felt.

My soul fell at risk,
from nostalgic memories.

A whirlwind in my heart,
and a curiosity of my soul.

The beauty of the past,
and in the desert, neither shadows nor water.

Just a little love,
and memories of fairy kisses.

Two souls have come together,
two magical beings.
What does the universe want,
to stir such a commotion?

Everything will be allowed,
when their time arrives.

Perhaps they are not the only ones
protecting themselves.

Perhaps beings from beyond
are shielding them too.

For they share the same fears,
and all will unfold in the earthly realm,
when they choose.

They were everything,
they were nothing.

Everything was mystical,
fire,
and air.

They moved from the battle of life
to the refuge of disaster.

Only souls,
finally found.

They were the dream
they never dreamed,
but that the universe
had already decreed.

Speak to me slowly,
I want to understand every word that comes out of your mouth,
I want to savor every letter you use,
I want to feel every syllable you pronounce.
Speak to me slowly,
I want to understand your troubles,
I want to know how you achieved each victory
and how much each renunciation cost you.

Speak to me slowly,
I want to understand what you say,
I want to know about your mistakes,
and for you to tell me from the depths of your soul,
what you felt in each situation.

Speak to me slowly,
I want to understand you,
and try to feel what you felt,
and if I can't, I'll just give you a hug.

Sweet spring,
the universe’s new year.

Flowers bloom slowly,
like my eyes opening in a kiss.

The days turn warm,
like the embrace of a long-awaited reunion.

Birds sing with joy,
just like I do when I see you again.

The sun shines brilliantly,
like the sparkle in your eyes.

Like your smile,
when you look at me.

Butterflies take flight,
from my stomach to my heart.

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            .

Hello, baby.
My presence is for you.
Here we are, together.

I'm with you,
in this sacred room,
where nothing will hurt you.

I'll take care of you,
I'll hold you if you fall,
and I'll hold you if you undress.

I'm here,
so that whatever must happen can happen.

I'll hold you with all that I am.

I'll hold you with respect,
with care,
with love.

I'll place my hand on your chest,
and we'll walk together wherever we need to go.
You can take it away whenever you want,
or when you can't feel me anymore.

I'm here for you.
You can leave if you want,
you can stay if you want.
I'll always be there for you.

It all began
in a café,
with that conversation.

Theory and spirituality,
reflections on life.

Good thoughts,
good feelings.

At a gathering of friends,
that afternoon by the beach,
I felt
you were calling me.

Suddenly,
a signal in my mind,
an alarm.

Like the feeling of being watched,
but this time...
I knew someone was thinking of me.

A kind of telepathy,
a silent pull on my soul.

An ethereal presence,
a connection intertwined.

A whisper in my mind,
saying look at me.

A cry in my mind,
telling me you were there.

Thank you for sacrificing yourself every day,
to provide us with bread.

Thank you for every postponed goal,
for dreams left behind.

Thank you for every hour of your life,
that we dedicated to playing.

Thank you for every bitterness,
that you never wanted to confess.

Thank you for every time you were a shield.

I'm sorry for every time I didn't know how to listen to you.

Thank you for showing us the best,
of Mom.

Thank you for all the love,
that you knew how to give us.

Thank you for being my dad,
for simply being there.

Thank you for making miracles
with just a few coins.

Thank you for showing us
the best image
of our father.

Thank you for showing us
what love
can create.

Thank you for dimming your own light
so that we
could shine brighter.

Thank you for every hidden tear,
so we wouldn’t feel sorrow.

Thank you for every silenced scream.

Thank you for all your care.

Thank you for every sacrifice
for our well-being.

Thank you, life,
for letting me count on you.

Who am I?
How am I?
What am I doing here?

I am not my thoughts,
I am not my feelings,
I am not my mind.

I am a free soul,
I am a poet,
with a sharpened quill,
I am your mirror,
I am your wake-up call.

I write poetry,
stirring your soul,
confronting you with life,
waking you up from sleep.

I am calm,
I am joy,
I am peace,
I am love,
the food that nourishes the soul.

I enter carefully,
I step in slowly,
through the dark corridors,
where you never dared to go.

I do not come to destroy,
I do not come to harm,
rather,
I come to heal.

Let us listen to the silence,
quiet our minds,
and let our hearts speak.