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To know how to touch a woman
Image To know how to touch a woman, is to whisper sweet words, is to echo in her soul, a song that embraces. It is to reach her ears, like a soft wind that plays, telling her that she is beautiful, the
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I like your eyes
Image I like your eyes, because in them is my horizon, a vast ocean where my dreams soar. They shine like stars in the serene night, whispers of light that my soul poisons. I like your eyes because in
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When your hands search for me
Image When your hands search for me, it's not just skin they touch, it's my soul that trembles, my reason that runs wild. Your caresses... oh, your caresses, love, are whispers of the moon in the shadows,
marcosnin
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You, over there and I, here
Image You, over there... far from my coat, where the shadows play without ceasing, where the wind carries an old sigh, and I, here... I try to reach you. In the distance, the moon is a witness of a love
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tarot
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Collective Message — Past, Present, Future: September 7, 2026
Past — 3 of Wands There was a season of expansion. You sent something out into the world — an idea, a plan, an offer — and stood waiting to see what would come back. That forward-looking energy, the
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
Will I see you again tomorrow?
Image Will I see you again tomorrow? in the soft echo of the breeze, where dreams dare to be born, and our bodies, under the moon, guide me. Our secrets are silent whispers, those furtive gestures, stolen
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
She was pretty,
Image She was pretty, a whisper of heaven, in every message, a warm longing. She dedicated songs, melodies of love, painting memories with her soft voice. Nights would fall, and she would peek out, with
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
Time does not work miracles
Image Time does not work miracles, does not cover cracks or forgiveness, the hours pass without shelter, and pain sings in the heart. The days fly, like whispers, and the clock marks its compass, but
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
I want to be satiated with you
Image I want to be satiated with you, like a thirsty river in summer, to lose myself in your waters, to melt in your early fire. Soft as a breeze, on the skin of a dawn, and wild as a storm that bursts
mundo.autismo
Mundo Autismo
2h
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Un espacio para Emmaris / Reportando sus publicaciones - ACTUALIZACIÓN (Esp-Eng)
Bienvenidos al espacio especial para reportar el contenido publicado por @emmaris, desde donde además de visibilizar sus publicaciones, le damos apoyo en medio de la enfermedad contra la que está luchando
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
One learns
Image One learns to smile when one loses the spark of laughter, the brightness of light, when the soul is dressed in shadows and bites the nostalgia that embraces a heart in cross. One learns to cry
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
You accelerate my heart
Image You accelerate my heart, like a wind that sweeps the sea, a whisper in the darkness, that invites to dream and to fear to love. You put my demons at your feet, you lull them with your laughter
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
Love is not born in an instant
Image Love is not born in an instant, does not sprout like a flower in the ground, is forged in a constant embrace, in the tender whisper of flight. It is made with sweet and sincere words, with promises
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
I found you, and I didn't even realise it
Image I found you, and I didn't even realise it, in the shadows and whispers, in the slow breeze. You were a glimmer on my wandering path, a sigh of light, sweet and steady. You have become petals in
dovycola
Threespeak
4d
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I sang "Die On This Hill" by Sienna Spiro Live at Theater Dakota
Hey everyone! 👋 I'm Dovydas. I'm 12 years old and I love singing. I live in Den Haag and I share my covers and live performances on YouTube, Instagram, and TikTok. Today I want to tell you about one of
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
She invited me for coffee
Image She invited me for coffee, and I gladly accepted, at the table in the corner, where the sun is sometimes visible. It was my chance, a whim of destiny, to meet her gaze, to discover her path. Her
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
I want to lose myself in your gaze
Image I want to lose myself in your gaze, as madmen lose themselves in their delirium, as the wind loses itself in the skin of the night, embracing shadows that whisper secrets of stars. I will lose
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
We met, perhaps by chance,
Image We met, perhaps by chance, in a corner of the world, where tranquillity reigns. Your eyes were shining, like stars at dusk, and in that magical moment, everything began to blossom. To this day,
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
I don't know what fate has in store for us
Image I don't know what fate has in store for us, whether the sun will shine or the moon will weep, whether the wind will blow our way, or the storm will come to torment. I have no certainties on this
darth-azrael
retrogaming
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Computer Gamer (May 1986)
Computer Gamer is a computer gaming magazine that was published in the U.K. in the 1980s. It covered gaming on home computers that were popular there.
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
There are days when the soul grows weary
Image There are days when the soul grows weary, where the sun hides behind the mist, each step, a stone that moves forward, a constant struggle, a shadow that overwhelms. Dreams are distant echoes, whispers
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
Give me just one reason not to love you
Image Give me just one reason not to love you, not to feel the magic I feel when I see you. If in every moonbeam your reflection dances, and in every sigh a hope is born. How to escape from this burning
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
Not all absences leave that space
Image Not all absences leave that space, some are shadows that limit the bond, like echoes floating in the quiet breeze, where laughter was music and now is a ballad. They are gone, and yet their weight
marcosnin
Scholar and Scribe
1y
Even though distance separates us
Image Even though distance separates us, I feel you in every deep heartbeat, in every whisper of the wind that burns, bringing your scent, my eternal love. Your laughter floats, like a gentle breeze,
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