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“The Meaning of Life”

He asks nothing from the world but its shadow.

For in her eyes, his questions evaporate,

and the universe becomes light like her smile.

As if time, with all its weight, collapses

when she rests her head on his shoulder,

and her silence flows through his veins

like melodies unheard but that make him feel at peace.

He does not search for the meaning of life in the books of philosophers..

nor among the cold walls of museums

but in the warmth of a hand that takes his

and in a laugh that seeps to him like a warm sunbeam,

and in a stillness that makes his heart as wide as a clear sky.

His happiness is neither noise nor fleeting ecstasy,

it is the deep reassurance

that resides in him whenever he realizes she stands by his side

as if together they are redefining words.

She is not just his beloved,

but the mirror that reveals to him what he lacks

and the refuge that turns loneliness into a reassuring embrace.

As if she is the proof that the wise could not find

and his soul finally discovered.

“Regret”

He left her and moved on to another, thinking that hearts are alike,

only to discover too late that loyalty cannot be replaced.

Whenever the other smiled, he remembered her laughter,

and whenever she held his hand,

his heart returned searching for the old warmth.

A heavy regret resides in him,

and a lonely wish:

if only time could go back to choose her again.

As if he crossed a bridge of mirage,

thinking the other shore held a clearer light,

but when he arrived, he found darkness dwelling in the eyes.

He could hear the echo of her voice in the silence of others,

and smell her scent seeping from the depths of memory,

as if time itself opened wounds to remind him of his betrayal..

Time passed...

and life moved on with it in another direction,

but his heart remained suspended there where memories are.

Thus, he lives, feeding on the ashes of a past that will not return, like a sailor who lost his way,

walking on strange shores,

but his eyes do not cease to look

toward the distant waves,

where he left his heart to drown

under the weight of a betrayal he never forgave himself for.

“Separation”

They parted one heavy evening, the farewell was not a choice as much as it was a decree of circumstances, like a fierce storm uprooting trees from their roots.

Each went their own way, carrying a half-broken heart, and the voice of the other dwelling in memory

like the trace of a scent that resides in the soul and never leaves..

Years passed... faces changed, spirits aged, and life burdened them with experiences.

But one thing remained constant, the fire of longing that time did not extinguish.

And on a fleeting morning, in the hustle of a city that knows no waiting, their eyes met suddenly.

Time became confused, the moment stopped as if it were eternal.

He saw in her features something he knew better than himself, and she saw in him the echo of days that had not been erased.

But the estrangement was stronger than the memory,

neither recognized the other... or they pretended not to,

so they settled for a fleeting smile, like a mysterious greeting between strangers,

then each went on their way,

leaving the other with a question gnawing at their heart...

Was it him? Or was it just a resemblance that deceived me?