Tuesday, 31 March 2026

No rose-coloured glasses

 Even after all the heartbreak I had so many times over so many people that I trustes all my life, I still kept being naive enough to see people with rose-coloured glasses and attached myself emotionally. That ended these last years, thankfully, finally I have grown out of all that "seeing the good side of people or their potential/essence"; I became more like what Oprah said about "if someone shows you who they are, believe it". Even if it's not all that they are, I don't care anymore, I am traumatized enough to get away instantaneously, thank you very much. 

There's a reason why no one ever felt like home completely to me; it's because they weren't. I never found my home. I never had one truly. I'll never have my own true love with me and that's one of the saddest things ever. Everyone I trusted ended up lying and cheating, betraying and abandoning me. 

Thursday, 26 March 2026

 Can't you see you're the love of my life?

"The love of your life is the one who says yes" 

Pure love existed

 Nothing has been worth it in this life. But I did have the bliss of feeling pure love, for a few people and little ones. And though love when far makes the heart ache, I couldn't ever feel it fading completely. It's kind of dangerous to feel that if you are with someone often we might fall in love all over again, with that combination of joy and the remembrance, body that remembers too. 

I would give everything to be yours forever, because this kind of love and passion we only find once, though it can be violent and difficult to get to the admission of it being everything you want and need. I learned with you what love is for real. "You'll have to be the one to leave, because I cannot ever leave you", he said to her and my heart started to shatter and cry. 

One of the saddest things in life is when you can't be with the persons you love.

Wednesday, 25 March 2026

How do we save meaningfulness now?

 We've turned everything that was important into a banality. 

Maybe I'm also just in this cursed neverending spiral of the eternal return.

Now it might be to late for people to attribute real meaning and restore the importance of all those lost things. Mainly because they lost the ability to feel. 

Everything is just stats and routine. 

PS: don't take a picture. just register in your mind.

no one knows but all the point was made

 Before, I used to dominate sarcasm and I would use it in extreme situations to make a radical change in people. I wanted them to get there by themselves. To be aware and stronger. So, for instance, once, I played a part to show awful things ppl do, almost died🤦🏽it destroyed me a lot. I imitated all the others as they gossiped and judged. Just aligned with all the toxic mentality group patterns. I was trying to be pernicious and aggressive as others were, just doing the same, mimicking, playing along, showing it, trying to exaggerate so that they would see the awfulness it was and start waking up to how things should be and not allow any more abusive behaviour. The process that people go through unconsciously in order to get to a kinder, more decent and aware is quite complex, but one must persist in perforating that first layer and go deeper. To show human nature and be a mirror, one must be very good and then very bad, so that people actually notice. Like that teacher used to tell us in a class that you have to exaggerate to pass the message, for it to get noticed. God, how I always disliked all that. All so stupid in this world. I just hate all conventions and rules and marketing and patterns. I hated every minute that I had to be someone obnoxious. I was so conflicted because, as always, I was so aware of me doing the whole sarcasm act so that people will recognise it in their lives and wake up once and for all. I had to risk my own life to do all that, just because I wanted everyone to be kinder and more decent human beings and stop being fake. That whole thing was just an automatic reaction, didn't think much unless while and after doing it. Who would've known that playing the devil's part as in those psychology classes I couldn't would now be my big reaction to that whole awful moment in time? 

Though I almost died, I am glad I survived to learn to not ever do it again, stop with the ironies and sarcasm, because I am sick of all and people must learn for themselves, by themselves, to do whatever they should for themselves and others. 

The best thing was that in 2025, after more than one year of the end of therapy and the sequence of ten news of family deaths, I had learned so much about me and who I was no longer and who I've always been truthfully.

I was supposed to die way back then, but as I didn't I had the chance to see how I was so wrong in everything and regarding everyone. People are all weird and they should be left alone with their own questions.

Monday, 23 March 2026

I wish I had never been born in this world

 All my life I waited for things to get better and for me to finally be able to have conditions to live a good fulfilling life. But as time passes and I'm still alive, I just keep getting this feeling of not wanting to ever have been alive in this planet. It's so full of horrid stuff, not to mention my daily hell that I have to manage exhausted. I wish I could erase the times that were so awful and also the ones I did mistakes that I should've been able to stop myself from doing them. Like loving the people I loved all these years. And especially the one of everyday. Even knowing that he didn't exist, I wish he had been the one who immediately wanted to kiss me, just like in that dream. 

I guess, illusions saved me because they made me daydream that there could be a moment of finally having my chance of getting rid of this daily hell. 

Not having help from anyone, not having conditions to sleep, eat and live and do what I want, is excruciating everyday at some point of the day. It becomes frequently unbearable. 

And this whole in my heart, because of everyone I loved so much and they didn't love me, they never will... I thought they really were who they were supposed to be, my friends, my family, but in truth they never were, they were just careless, dismissive, selfish, self-centred, greedy people. And I shouldn't suffer for people who are shitty and abandoned me, like them. So I'm really glad nowadays, because I don't want to be even in those people's mind anymore; After all, I don't need to be important to shitty people. 😄

Wednesday, 18 March 2026

 I'm also consequence of an utter tenderness.

Loch of the heart

 There was nothing 
nor anyone 
like him
and the strength 
of the explosion 
of our love
from so far away
but in the loch
of our hearts
wide water
of a deep dark

Monday, 16 March 2026

 If the sun and the moon were people, I think they’d spend their whole lives trying to cross the sky just to see each other.

Monday, 9 March 2026

Senza fine

 There is an unique kind of love that due to its immensity is infinite. One love. The biggest of all. And you can feel it in the sky and everywhere around when it irradiates. Our hearts burst into bliss and tap into that strength and absolutely certainty and the faith that it has always been there. I love you. And I want you around forever. Even if for now it's just a streak in the sky. My one and only, forever. I keep on longing for one completely perfect day. Let it be. 💓

8M

 Besides all the violence and lack of support, the injustice is infuriating. Exhausted of being a baby-sitter for supposed grownups all my life. I just disappear and never come back to this world again. 

 Maybe women are drowning in creams and self-care because no one really cared about them properly.

Sunday, 8 March 2026

 There's a kind of crippling loneliness that comes from being neglected and not protected by your parents your whole life: it's like we were never meant to be alive. 

Saturday, 7 March 2026

Mourning

 We've mourned the death of loved ones
But now, more than ever altogether 
We're mourning the coming death of things:
the nature surrounding us 
and the nature within us
Once we're aware of death everywhere 
At any moment of any second now
We can't unfeel it
We can't stop this heavy weight 
Darkening our minds and souls
Emptying our grieving hearts
Wallowing in a perpetuous tear
Never to get rested again 

Friday, 6 March 2026

Extroverted? Here are some tips on how to be more quiet and reflective.

 Every now and then, all around, I notice titles of articles giving advice to introverts on how to become more social. The message is usually subtle but clear: speak more, mingle more, participate more. As if it's bad, as if the quiet, reflective temperament needs to be adjusted so it can better fit a world that rewards constant interaction. For a change, I would love to see the opposite kind of article. Not because it is absolutely wrong with being extroverted. Social energy, spontaneity, and enthusiasm can be beautiful qualities, as long as they don't mean narcissistic traits. But contemplation is an incredibly valuable human capacity, and it is often overlooked. Being quiet is not the same as being empty or dull. Quite the opposite. Silence is often where observation, sensitivity, and creativity grow. When we slow down enough to listen instead of rushing to respond, we begin to notice subtle things: the tone behind someone’s words, the rhythm of a place, the emotions that move quietly beneath everyday conversations.
As someone who naturally leans toward quietness, I’ve always experienced that listening is a form of being present. It is a way of respecting the moment and the people around us. When we listen deeply, we allow others to unfold at their own pace. We also allow our own thoughts to mature before we express them.
So if I were to write advice for someone very extroverted who wanted to explore the contemplative side of life - besides living a more slow life, enjoying more time looking at the sky, the birds and just observing the surroundings - , it might look something like this:

- First, try leave space in conversations. Silence is not something that needs to be filled immediately. Sometimes a pause invites a deeper thought to appear.

- Second, spend a small portion of your day without stimulation. No phone, no music, no conversation. Just observing. It can be surprising how much clarity comes from a few minutes of stillness.

- Third, practice listening without being already preparing your reply. Simply receive what the other person is saying. This alone can transform how conversations feel. Be less vain and don't impose your opinions.

And finally, remember that reflection is not withdrawal. It is simply another way of engaging with the world, one that moves more slowly, but often more deeply.
Perhaps the healthiest way to live is not by pushing introverts to become louder or extroverts to become quieter, but by allowing both qualities to exist and learn from each other.
The world needs enthusiasm and conversation.But it also needs silence, listening, and contemplation.
And sometimes the most meaningful things emerge from the quiet spaces between words. By the way, read more books 😄

PS: Do take notice of the tone of your voice. If you tend to speak louder than others, maybe you should analyse deeply why you do that and speak in a more pacing way. 

Thursday, 5 March 2026

Disguise

 If you don't feel 
That every inch of you 
Is made to be with me
Close, always
Then, nevermind 
It never mattered 

Tuesday, 3 March 2026

What is love if not with this despair?😶

 My, goodness, how much I loved you, how much I love you, it has always been you, no one else. Your Spanish is perfect, don't worry. Your face is perfect, I'm sorry if I ever left you the impression that my ancestry trauma with the moustache issue was something that made me not like it as much. You were in every measure, in every inch of you, the person I Ioved the most and you know it. 

(after the scene played by Alan Rickman and Juliet Stevenson in the movie Truly, Madly, Deeply, when they're reciting the poem "La Muerta" by Pablo Neruda; I needed this to recall us 🙏🏽❣️)

 Now that I have been more sick it has become harder not to call you. I don't know if the other day was a fluke or just another thing meant for me to face stuff and take other kind of decisions or just another chance like telling me that the time has come. I wish that I can really rest when I am dead, because it's going to be awful if it turns out the suffering continues and I'm aware of it all as always. Crap, I hated almost every second of this shit.

Things to say to myself at this moment

 I do not need to solve the world tonight.

I do not need to correct every lie.

I do not need to win any argument.

My peace is more valuable than being right.

Silence can be strength.

Calm is power.

My nervous system deserves protection.

I am allowed to disengage.

Other people’s dysfunction is not my responsibility.

I can observe without absorbing. 

My health comes first. Always.

Anger is a signal, not a command.

I choose softness over reactivity.

I am healing. Healing people protect their energy.

I don’t have to say the clever comeback.

I don’t have to prove I see the injustice. I already know I do.

The ghosts of the past are not in control anymore.

I survived undermining. I survived depression. I am still here.

My worth does not shrink because someone minimized me.

My body is trying to help me, not punish me.

 In these last years, given everything, I have become much more "eat the rich", "put all fascists, pedophiles, billionaires, homophobes, racists, dictators, psychopaths, red-pills, in an island and sink it", kind of person. 

 I lacked the ambition of being a person. 

I wish I had been a bird. Either way.

Sunday, 1 March 2026

 I'm no longer funny; real & honest, so facing all as it is. (truth be said life has nothing to be funny about)