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I love your nakedness because naked you drink me with the pores, as the water does when I immerse me between its walls. Your nakedness knocks down the limits, opens all the doors for me to guess, take my hand like a lost child who will leave his age and his questions still. Your sweet and brackish skin that I breathe and that Sorbo becomes my universe, the creed that is nourished; The aromatic lamp that raised being blind when the wishes bark me next to the shadows. When you bake with my eyes closed in a neighboring glass of my tongue, you have in my hands as the necessary bread, you have under my body more full than its shadow. The day you die I will bury you naked to clean your cast on Earth, to be able to kiss your skin on the roads, braid in each river the scattered hair. The day you die I will bury you naked, as when you were born again between my legs.

"Fruit love" Gioconda Belli Let me spread apples in your sex Mango nectars strawberry meat; Your body is all fruits. I hug you and run the mandarins; I kiss you and all the grapes release the hidden wine of your heart over my mouth. My tongue feels in your arms the sweet juice of the oranges and in your legs the promenction hides its inciting seeds. Let me harvest the fruits of water that sweat in your pores: my man of lemons and peaches, give me sources of peach and bananas clusters of cherries. Your body is the lost paradise of which any God can never expel me. "Nude"

la lune, je soupire ton nom, brise de rêve, parfum d’amour, chaque battement te cherche dans l’ombre, chaque désir devient ta voix. Tu es le feu qui brûle en ma poitrine, la lumière qui danse sur ma peau, comme les rivières embrassent la terre, ainsi mon âme te veut toujours. Si dans la distance mes mains te cherchent, c’est que mon cœur ne t’a jamais oublié, car dans mon ciel ton étoile brille, et dans mon destin, tu es gravé.

Dans la brise murmure ton nom, un doux écho dans mon cœur, comme la mer embrasse le rivage, ainsi m’enlace ta chaleur. Tes lèvres, flammes en mon hiver, tes mains, refuge et douceur, chaque battement est un vers, chaque regard, une lueur. Si le temps tentait de t’effacer, en mon âme tu resteras, comme une étoile dans la nuit, comme un soleil peignant l’éclat. T’aimer est ma poésie, un murmure que le vent portera, mais en chaque coin de ma vie, ton amour toujours restera.

In a small bookstore, she was absorbed in a book, unaware of everything around her. He watched her from the other side of the shop, feeling an inexplicable pull. Slowly, he walked over, cautiously, until he was standing next to her. "It's one of my favorites," he said, pointing to the book in her hands. She looked up, surprised, and smiled. "Really?" she replied, amazed to find someone with the same taste. The conversation flowed easily, as if they had known each other for a long time. In the end, he whispered, "Maybe we could read together next time." She smiled shyly and agreed, knowing that something special had just begun

She walked under the rain, the droplets falling softly on her face, but she didn’t mind. Suddenly, he appeared, without an umbrella, just a smile. He approached, extended his hand, and offered her shelter under his coat. "I don’t want you to get wet," he said quietly. Surprised by his gesture, she accepted without saying a word. Together, they walked in silence, the sound of the rain accompanying the rhythm of their steps. When they reached her door, he looked her in the eyes. "I’d love to see you again," he said. She smiled, knowing that this encounter, though brief, had changed her life forever

I greatly value everything you are and what you represent to me. I don't always say it, but I really deeply appreciate your way of being, your way of seeing the world and how, without knowing it, you make my day better. You have something very special, and although sometimes I don't tell you, I feel lucky that you are part of my life. I hope you can take this to heart, because I say it from the heart, with the certainty that you are an incredible person who deserves all the best.

Chers amis, chaque moment passé avec vous est un véritable plaisir. Votre soutien et vos sourires me donnent une chaleur indescriptible. J'aime la façon dont vos mots m'enivrent et m'inspirent à partager encore plus de belles choses avec vous. Ensemble, nous créons une connexion unique, pleine de complicité et d'énergie positive. Merci de faire briller ma vie de cette manière si particulière. Vous êtes incroyablement précieux pour moi. 

The clouds slide slowly across the sky, like soft whispers caressing the horizon. On their journey, they intertwine, separate and merge, like two souls that search for each other and find each other in infinity. Each shape, each shadow, is a promise of calm, of a desire suspended in the air. The wind caresses them gently, and in its movement, like an ethereal dance, it invites us to lose control, to let ourselves be carried away by the softness of a moment that seems eternal.

"Susurros en la piel: La danza de los deseos entre sombras y caricias, donde cada mirada es un fuego que se enciende, y cada beso, una promesa de placer oculto bajo el manto de la noche."

"At the threshold of desire, where the body becomes a poem and the skin becomes a verse, our whispers intertwine like invisible threads that awaken every corner of the soul. Your hands, explorers of forbidden secrets, travel over my skin like wind caressing the sea, while your lips, warm and overflowing, draw the map of my most intimate desires. In this dance, every touch is a silenced scream, every look a pact of seduction, and time fades into an eternal kiss, where only you and I exist."

I was 20 years old and, like many of my friends, I was discovering the world of relationships and love. My story began one fall afternoon, when I met Lucas at a university party. From the first moment, his deep gaze captured me. He had an infectious laugh and an energy that made me feel alive. What started as a small talk about music quickly turned into an exchange of secrets. As the rest of the party swirled around us, we found a secluded corner, where the music faded into whispers. He looked at me intently, and in that instant, I knew there was a connection that went beyond the physical. After that night, we saw each other almost every day. Each meeting was like a new chapter in a love novel. We enjoyed walks in the park, movie nights, and long talks that lasted until dawn. But there was also an intense side to our relationship, something that pushed us to the limit.

One afternoon, while exploring an old museum, we found ourselves in an empty room. The tension between us was palpable. Without thinking, I gently pushed him towards the wall and kissed him. It was a kiss full of desire, a mixture of tenderness and urgency. 

My hands tangled in his hair as he held me tightly, as if afraid I would escape. The days passed and our attraction became more and more evident. There were nights when we stayed up late, talking about our fantasies, our hopes, and what we wanted to be. 

The passion was overflowing; Each caress was a fire that burned between us. One night, we decided to spend it at his apartment. The room was illuminated by the dim light of candles, and the air was filled with a light scent of vanilla. 

We let ourselves be carried away by the soft music that played in the background. As we danced, I realized that each movement felt like a dialogue between our bodies, a dance in which we both knew what we wanted.

Finally, we fell on the couch, laughing and kissing. I felt our souls intertwine in an act of vulnerability. The intimacy was overwhelming. We give ourselves to each other, exploring every corner of our being, as if we wanted to stay trapped in that moment forever. However, like all good things, our story was not without complications. 

As the relationship intensified, so did our insecurities. The fear of losing him and the pressure of expectations began to create a space between us. But in every disagreement, in every tear, there was a thread of love that united us. Today, as I reflect on those days, I understand that every kiss, every look, and every argument shaped us in ways we never imagined. 

That story of lovers was a journey full of passion, but also growth. And although I don't know what the future holds, I will always remember those moments as a crucial chapter in my life, where love and desire intertwined in a beautiful dance of youth.

It was Halloween, and the night was especially cold. I had spent the afternoon preparing a witch costume, with a black dress I found in a vintage store and a pointy hat that was a little too big for me. There was something about that night that made me feel that, somehow, mystery was in the air. 

After much insistence, my friends convinced me to go to a party that would be held in an old abandoned house on the outskirts of the city. The house had a reputation for being haunted, and even though everyone said the stories were just to scare you, I couldn't help but feel a chill when we arrived and saw its dark, run-down façade.

 The party started like any other: flashing lights, loud music, and costumes everywhere. However, something felt strange. The house had a heavy energy, as if every wall was whispering secrets. As I walked through the place, I walked away from the crowd and found a half-open door at the end of a hallway. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to enter. 

On the other side of the door, I discovered a dark room illuminated only by moonlight streaming through a broken window. I felt a chill run down the back of my neck, and when I turned around, I realized the door had closed behind me. I tried to open it, but it was stuck. It was at that moment that I heard a whisper, a soft voice that seemed to come from everywhere. “Who is there?” I asked, trying not to sound scared. No one answered, but the whisper continued, like an echo in the room. I took a step back and tripped over something on the floor: 

it was an old doll with a crooked smile and dark eyes that seemed to be looking directly at me. I started to feel trapped and my heart was beating harder with every second. Suddenly, the party lights went out, and all you could hear was the wind hitting the windows. The darkness was complete, and the whispers grew louder, until a cold hand brushed mine. 

I ran out, pushing against the door until it finally gave way, and darted back into the hallway, where I found my friends laughing, completely oblivious to what had just happened to me. They looked at me like I was crazy, but there was something about that doll and the whispers that I knew I would never forget. Halloween left me with a memory that night that I couldn't erase.

I was at the airport, with a backpack that seemed to weigh me down more emotionally than physically. I was 22 years old and had a mixture of fear and excitement that made my heart beat in rhythm with each exit announcement. 

I had never traveled alone, and I wasn't sure if I was escaping or looking for something, but there I was, ready to embark on an adventure without a defined plan. Upon arrival, the smell of the air was different, like a mixture of sea and spices that I had not smelled before. 

The streets were a harmonious chaos, full of colors, people with friendly faces and laughter that echoed from every corner. Without thinking much, I got lost in the corners of the city, observing the comings and goings of life. I found a small cafe by the sea and, with a coffee in hand, I watched the sun sink below the horizon, turning the sky a soft orange. In that moment I felt a peace that made me think I was where I should be.

 The next few days were dedicated to walking aimlessly, trying new flavors and letting myself be surprised. Each dish was an adventure: fresh seafood that exploded in my mouth, sweets with exotic fruits, and drinks that made me laugh in the middle of a bar, feeling a little brave and vulnerable at the same time. I realized how liberating it was to be in a place where no one knew me and I didn't have to be anyone but myself. 

The real experience began when I decided to join a group of travelers who were going to explore some nearby mountains. We embarked on a demanding hike, each step brought me closer to a mystical place that seemed straight out of a dream. My legs were shaking with exhaustion, but my heart was beating with excitement. When we reached the top, the landscape left me speechless.

 I felt an indescribable peace and, without realizing it, tears began to flow down my cheeks. I had searched for answers, adventure, or maybe just a moment of silence, and I found it in that place that seemed hidden in time.

I'm 20 years old and I love dressing up; It's like entering a different world every time I put on a new outfit. Whether it's a princess, a warrior, or even a darker character, I enjoy exploring all those facets of my personality that I don't normally show. I like to take care of every detail: from makeup to accessories, and I always look for each costume to be unique and reflect something of me.

 My friends love when I show up with something new; They say they never know what to expect, and that amuses me. I am fascinated by how costumes allow me to connect with people from all over, whether at conventions or on social media, where I always find others passionate about cosplay. For me, dressing up is not just a hobby, it is a way to express myself and live different stories every time.

 "For me, dressing up is much more than putting on a suit; it's like stepping into a character and, for a moment, being someone completely different. I love the process of choosing every detail and bringing my characters to life, from the sweetest to the the darkest and most mysterious. Sometimes I spend hours sewing, painting, or searching for perfect accessories so that each outfit has something special and unique to me. My costume collection is huge: I have everything from princess dresses to more daring warrior and villain costumes. 

My friends know that if there's a theme party, I'm going to show up with something totally unexpected, and I think they enjoy seeing what I'll transform into next time as much as I do. I love surprising them. Additionally, I have started sharing my costumes on social media, and that excites me very much. It's amazing to be able to connect with other people who are passionate about cosplay and who value the effort and creativity behind each outfit. I always try to show the process, from the initial idea to the final makeup, and I love giving advice and receiving advice from other cosplayers too. 

I have made friends from all over the world! When I put on a costume, I feel like I can express parts of me that aren't normally seen: I can be bolder, funnier, or even more enigmatic. It's like living many lives in one, and that makes me feel free and happy. Each costume is an adventure, a story that I create myself, and that feeling of letting your imagination fly is what I love most about this hobby.