Rare Beauty, Blue 🧥

Rare Beauty, Blue 🧥

Rare beauty in blue, sky blue, sea blue, two tones of the same essence, reflected in the same nature. We are the explicit force of mysteries that end in pleasure; when you arrive dressed in blue, everything will become more beautiful—as beautiful as the light of the moon. The awakening of love is revealing; a world of wanting is stronger than hurricanes, equal to many hearts 💕.

Your fragility conceals a fortress that would envy the most sedimentary rocks that bravely hold back the revolts of the seas. A figure of rare pleasure, an aura subtle and light as a feather, long absent from among mortals.

Routine will always be a callus to be removed, so indigestible and inopportune as it is. I have told you about this: sameness disguised as routine gradually wounds love and then kills it, leaving no traces or clues.

Loves bubble and then murmur—all loves are like this, these are the prerogatives of the law, the law of love! Although there is so much left to know. Beyond You and I: people, paths, and landscapes; many journeys, even if they are upon the bed, sweating with devotion.

There is still so much to taste, but it will never be enough; the mind always wants more, always asks for more without heed to limitations!

Loves are always pure acts of noble flavors and textures, without scratches or fuss, in soul-soothing simplicity!

We shall yet see humanity live all of this, general happiness, and together we will pass through the chaos like in the UFC octagons—all for love. Sacrifice is pure illusion; stay calm, breathe, and keep going, so that further ahead everyone will enjoy yet another battle won.

No one enters anyone's life

By chance or for free.

And when two unknown souls

Connect, a single body is made,

A single unity of life begins.

Happiness reigns in the dreams that awaken everything.

The arts say much about men:

Their tenors, their brushes, oil on canvas,

From letters on paper, beautiful "cordéis."

The songs that come from the hearts 💕 say it all.

No matter the language, the dialect, the skeleton,

The voice of art 🎨 is universal.

Walking together through the world

Is the new commandment—what do you think?

Did the vow happen? Amen, a kiss on the lips, rice?

Party, dance, cake, sweets, farewell,

A piece of the tie, and even a honeymoon,

And everyone saw it!

What God has joined,

No one separates—

Neither man nor werewolf 🐺.

Peace of spirit and light in the heart, ok ♥.

Many, after so much time,

Trade the woman who was always by their side

For another who is just passing through;

It looks like a mirage.

If it isn't the greatest of follies,

Perhaps in the present conjecture,

It is the worst mistake of a lifetime.

A man begins to die

When he thinks himself too important,

When his soul begins to lose its glow.

Sensitivity becomes clouded, blindness increases, and falls are imminent.

And that imperceptible pain grows;

Gradually, it invades the essence.

And where is that man from the beginning?

That love, that tenderness? Did it turn to smoke? Or simply evaporate?

True love does not die.

It may harden, but it does not die.

It survives and resists time.

However, despite forgiveness,

The pain of the rupture is eternal;

That bitterness will always remain in the throat.

But what God has joined,

No one disunites—no inhuman soul.

Throwing all hardships away

Helps rebuild a life.

Everyone must stay alert to malice;

Without piercing the skin,

It kills slowly.

It corrodes and depreciates

The structures of mortals.

Be grateful always; that is the scent of passion.

Keep what they did for you with love.

The one who saved you, who helped you, is your brother,

And that is not found on just any corner

Where people come and go all the time.

Value the stars and those who truly matter.

Do not be guilty of the suffering of those who always did everything to see you suffer!

@PietrodeLucca ✒️📝🖋️

Escritor, Poeta, Contista e Cronista

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