♡ 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 ♡

“Strong women do this, strong women do that, a strong woman don’t, a strong woman do …”.

All over the places we are told how a strong woman is the one who doesn’t beg, doesn’t ask, doesn’t stay where she’s not explicitly wanted and requested to please be. Or other things like this and that.

We are told how a strong woman should pretend to be this or that, how she should turn her shoulders in case this is not happening. Oh, no, I do not literally agree to that. It leaves out so much. A strong woman is simply herself, that is the truth.
A strong woman is the one who doesn’t care about being a strong woman, THAT is the truth. A strong person is the one who is herself, that is being strong, that is respecting ourselves and the others.

I am strong when I beg and I am silent, as much as when I demand to be listened. Not one bit less.

Am I not strong when I stay somewhere, even knowing that me giving my time and dedication is not requested and eventually will get to nowhere if not into a gift that may be used or not?

Isn’t that a true sign of how strong and self confident I am?
Isn’t a woman strong when she allows herself to hope for the impossible When she believes in dreams and pursue them, with focus and dedication?
Isn’t she the strongest being when that will make her fall and then she rises again to dream again and again?

How is it that society has pushed us to be slaves to a completely utilitarian way of thinking?
How is it that more and more it is “do ut des” and aligning to a way of thinking and behaving that determines and create a categorisation between who is “strong” and who is “weak”.
To drive people into seeing as stronger the one who “takes” as compared to the one who “gives” is wrong. And how is it that we allow these cages and false boundaries to decide what we are worth to achieve?

Such way of thinking is blind, superficial, it leaves out the core of of self affirmation, it does not recognise the strength of hearts in its entirety, cutting out half of it.

Take this writing, for example. Maybe this has no meaning to exist, maybe it will be read by none, or legions, so what? It can be considered small shitty collection of thoughts by a little woman, “weak maybe” because it has no reason to exist and will lead to nothing.

Well, the fact is: I am ME, and I do it anyway and the fact that maybe a part of me even hopes that someone smiles and feel motivated thinking alike makes me feel ok, it makes me feel everything but not a weakie. Take this writing, I write it because I feel like writing it, because I believe in these things, and if no one ever read it but it still stays written, well, that is one more reason why I am strong, or why I am “me”, while being a simple “dreamergirl” at the same time.

Strong women are the ones that stay, IF they WANT, till they want, and then go. They might stay till they get close to breaking, if they want, or till they feel it is enough, or not a minute. They can stay and then maybe regret they stayed too long, but proud they did their best.

Strong women don’t beg? Wrong.
They beg too, IF they WISH, if they find it worth.
They do it because they are strong, and their begging is a gift. Strong woman are the ones who are themselves, full stop.
Dominant, submissive, begging, staying, going, whatever. They are any way they want and feel. Respectfully, with awareness, and heart. Most of all, strong women do not give a damn about being categorised as strong women.

I Stay, I beg, I speak, I write, I affirm, I make mistakes, I face them, I don’t escape, I smile, I kneel, I love, I laugh, and more.

More than anything else, I am me.

May 2, 2020 3

My Way

First there is the seed, then the plant, then the bud. All of this exists but the real flower hasn’t blossomed yet.
What is there is young, it is “promises”, it is strong, it is full of life, it is “potential“. immense potential. Yet, even though all of this is existing, the flower is not part of this world yet.
It is an ember, it is insecure, it has to struggle, it has to break the soil, it has still to come out, leaf by leaf, bit by bit, breath by breath, struggle by struggle, joy by joy. Those are the seasons when time moves slowly, and still, every second is an explosion and the await for the next ray of light, every instant is a surprise and new steps, toward a fate that is there and the flower itself does not know.
The seed is there, awaiting, for days, for weeks, for months, for years. All the Time in the World existed before, for that to happen, since forever. Then the day/s come/s. The perfect water, the perfect sun, the perfect time. So growth starts.
Growth begins, then stops, then goes on. There are storms, there are springs, there are winters, but nature can’t be stopped and growth continues.
After the doors are opened, after nature said “yes” to the growth, everything changes, it is a new era, it is new rules, the universe is not the same. Darkness, before, was not pain, it was another regular day. Grey, before, was not ‘lack of air’ it was sleep, it was limbo, it was just another regular day. The universe is not the same now, the rules of nature have changed. The reward for this is immense, the reward for this is called life, it is called joy, happiness, completeness, balance of the Whole, the reward for this is called “love”. It is harmony not just for this flower but also for all the world around this new creature.
THIS is my love. THIS is LOVING, for me
This is how I am, how I was born to be, how I was born to love, to live it, and there is nothing I can do about it, this is my way.
Once the doors are open I cannot love drop by drop.
No, I am not cautious, I am not slow, I can’t live it in small bites. I cannot. My free time gets me there, my mind works faster, my body senses more, my concentration is higher, my focus is total on what I do, and I do have a purpose. It is not an “obsession” rather, yes, a purpose, a place where I belong, where I go and feel at home. It is my natural place when I am not ok, my natural place to solve the problems, my natural place get new challenges, my natural place for smiles and it is joy I wish to share with anyone around me. Yes I it is as if I myself need to chant it, to seed what I am experiencing or my dreams. I sprout life, I am an happy flower.

It is my natural place and my poor limited and blowing mind can’t possibly think that it could be different for the one I love. The rules of my universe are different. A day of darkness now is not another day, it is pitch black, and it needs corrected, illuminated. Distraction is disrespect, turning head is asphyxia, thoughts not belonging to this universe is something simply unconceivable, distrust is deep wounds leaving eventually scars, if not haemorrhage. What before was acceptable now can be pain, some of he things that before where were just a smile now can be source of immense joy. The universe is just different, because now there is this extra universe, with its own rules, and it is for better.
The reward is the bliss, because now a smile can lighten like one million suns, a word can fuel the heart for days, an instant can accompany you in your every moment, and give you the strength you never thought you had.

The touch of Her kiss is the fertilizer for your happiness, the simple awareness that she thinks about you is your nuclear battery, and YOUR thinking about Her is a fluid of energy that can reach her wherever she is, whatever she does, and feed both. You have this awareness that it is like this, you know it is like this, and every single smile you share, reinforces it. Lovemaking is “Church”, it is elevation, it is delicious sins, and laughs and more happiness, and everyone close to you will get some light too, and positive vibes.
This is how I am, this is how I love. I could be even more daring than that, and saying that it extends on everything in my life that is deeply important for me, although for “love” it just is “more.
This is how I am, I cannot love drop by drop, I cannot trust in half, I cannot love with half-trust and with anything more than the absolute.
So:

“Please life,
allow me to burn,
beautifully.
Please life,
allow me to feel it all,
never spare me a thing”.

This is my way.

March 9, 2020 0

Of a Love

I love you of a love that’s viscous and dense.

I love you of a love that’s holy and impure, painted with blood and Sun.

I love you of a love indigestible and scandalous.

I love you of an incomprehensible love, knowing no logic, nor needing.

I love you of a love that makes the senses scream, the Heavens shake, and the Gods envy

A love that …

March 4, 2020 0

Ra in a Bow

When the world was still sleep she reached for the edge of the grassy cliff. There she sat, pointing her green orbs to stare at the dark infinity in front of her.

She awaited, breathing the cold chilly air, then, it started.
First came the parade of the reds, shy at first they appeared like dim paintbrushes centered on a spot right in the centre of her field of view, extending left and right and fading up into hues of dark blue.

Then it rose up, pushing away the secret of her private darknesses up, up, and up some more, secluding it up in the sky and then painting it al in light and colour, putting to sleep the holy of the night back in its rooms.

The fire globe then appeared, crossing the dark line of the horizon. The dew on the grass around her started doing the magic, transforming those oblique rays into a thousand little rainbows.

This made her smile.
“I wish to be like you”
she breathed to herself.
“to produce rainbows, out of Ra, the Sun”.
“Ra in bow”

February 28, 2020 0

Remembers, maybe.

What are the memories, coming to visit us at night under the stars, other times sneaking with us in bed before sleep? What are they?
Maybe this is what they are.

Splinters of Infinity,
defying time,
reversing its arrow,
swimming upstream
the mists of time till reaching us,
wrapping us, blessing us
searching for peace
giving us their peace.

Shards of existence,
to hold sacred.

February 21, 2020 0

The Morning After

I am lost and found
the morning after

It all whispers Your name
in me, with me

Inside of me Your gift,
mixed with mine

You are not here yet You are here
the morning after

Naked
Yours

Always naked
Always Yours

Every morning after

February 11, 2020 0

♡ 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 ♡

“Strong women do this, strong women do that.
A strong woman don’t, a strong woman do …”.
All over the places we are told how a strong woman is the one who doesn’t beg, doesn’t ask, doesn’t stay where she’s not explicitly wanted and requested to please be.

We are told how a strong woman should pretend to be this or that, how she should turn her shoulders in case this is not happening. Oh, no, I do not literally agree to that. It leaves out so much. A strong woman is simply herself, that is the truth.

A strong woman is the one
who doesn’t care about being a strong woman,
THAT is the truth.

I am strong when I beg and I am silent, as much as when I demand to be listened.

Am I not strong when I stay somewhere, even knowing that me giving my time and dedication is not requested and eventually will get to nowhere if not into a gift that may be used or not?

Isn’t that a true sign of how strong and self confident I am?

Isn’t a woman strong when she allows herself to hope for the impossible?

Isn’t she the strongest being when that will make her fall and then rise again to dream again and again?

How is it that society has pushed us to be slaves to a completely utilitarian way of thinking? How is it that more and more it is “do ut des” and aligning to a way of thinking and behaving that determines and create a categorisation between who is “strong” and who is “weak”. To drive people into seeing as stronger the one who “takes” as compared to the one who “gives” is wrong.

Such way of thinking is blind, superficial, it leaves out the core of of self affirmation, it does not recognise the strength of hearts in its entirety, cutting out half of it.

Take this writing, for example. Maybe this has no meaning to exist, maybe it will be read by none, or it can be considered small shitty collection of thoughts of a little woman, “weak maybe” because it has no reason to exist and will lead to nothing.

Well, the fact is: I am ME, and I do it anyway and the fact that maybe a part of me even hopes that someone smiles and feel motivated thinking alike makes me feel ok, it makes me feel everything but not a weakie. Take this writing, I write it because I feel like writing it, because I think these things, and if no one ever read it but it still stays written, well, that is one more reason why I am strong, while being a simple “dreamergirl” at the same time.

Strong women are the ones that stay, IF they WANT, till they want, and then go. They might stay till they get close to breaking, if they want, or till they feel it is enough, or not a minute. They can stay and then maybe regret they stayed too long, but proud they did their best.

Strong women don’t beg? Wrong.
They beg too, IF they WISH and find it worth.
They do it because they are strong, and their begging is a gift.
Strong woman are the ones who are themselves, full stop.

Dominant, submissive, begging, staying, going, whatever. They are any way they want and feel. Respectfully, with awareness, and heart. Most of all, strong women do not give a damn about being categorised as strong women.

I Stay, I beg, I speak, I write, I affirm, I make mistakes, I face them, I don’t escape, I smile, I kneel, I love, I laugh, and more.

February 7, 2020 0

Tie Me

Oh Yes, please, tie me, so that You will witness how all day I long to stretch my hand to offer Thee myself.

Tie me, do it, do it, do it, do that as a proof of my trust in You doing to me whatever You wish and our wishes and dreams do feed each other.
Offered, One with you, Relying.

Do it, and when You will, You will sense in every cell, on your skin, how I do ache when we are not connected and how my love pulls you to return to me. Yours, fierce, desirous, free within our knots.
Tie me with your love, Your care, the power that binds us.

And if You will decide to tie me wordlessly, You will know me there. My eyes will speak and you will smile. Do it and I will make You feel the Goddess in my mortal life. Do it and my love, lust, and sacred desire will pull You, making You feel like hurrying to Your Kitty to find her melting in lustrous desire and immense true living passion.
Tie-me-not, because I am tied to You already and forever.
Tie-me-yes, though please, feel me!
Let o/Our love tie us, ropeless, through hard ropes. Let my Love crave You.
Tie me to the bedposts please, allow yourself to do that to Your Kitty please, so that she will pant for hours even more in the need of you.
Amplify this devouring need already filling my every minute make it stronger what I cannot conceive being greater.
Tie me there please, and I will fill Your heart with the image of me and my Love. Allow yourself to do it please and I promise to inhabit Your soul with the vision of my mind, heart and body, as I truly am, every moment of the day: YOURS, tied, belonging.
It will have in you even more palpable, the burning feeling of this love that is all Yours and need You and only You to set on fire our existences.

Tied already we are.
Intertwined forever,
in unbreakable Oneness.

February 5, 2020 0

Every Morning

Every morning I dress You
in fruits, scents and emotions,
made of colours nobody saw.
Shades and nuances invented for us.

Every morning
with the touch of my whispers I brush you.
The arc of your eyebrows are rainbows,
thy hair through my fingers are gold

Forgetting the world i’m by You .
No matter the past or the future.
Bread freshly baked
the same and yet new every day

I wake up and dress you with smiles
of a girl running barefoot on grass.
I bath You with white shiny waves
that fears nor the storms nor the rock

Then i breath you, i stare you,
i silently admire you and moan.
Then, in your sleep
i smile

I indulge in desiring to kiss you,
with soft furtive kisses.
I daydream to sneak in Your heart
I crave it and craving says “Love”

I hold.
That’s saying “I Love You”.
Daring more would break all the magic
of the dream you have on your lips.

January 15, 2020 0

On Names

Because a name may by itself be a prayer.

Because its sound can express an entire universe and letting it go from our lips can be life

What is there in a name?
In the end, in it there is all that we charge it with
So, for me, yesterday night, it was “Her name”.
It was closing the eyes and whispering it.

A “name” can be many things to us.
A name can be life, breath,
a name can be terror,
a name can be music,
a name can be tears,
a name can be …

The name will never truly be what we FORCE it to be, it will just be what it represent within us, for us.
What we feel it is.

It can be everything but at the same time we cannot make it to be everything.

In the end
every day, every night
if we close the eyes to “feel”
and chant “the name”,
then it will respond
it will speak its nature to us.

Last night I stopped the book I was reading.
I whispered those syllables.
I listened to what they filled me with
and they spoke.
In my bed I whispered.
I listened to it all
till exhaustion killed the shouts
till staying down killed the shouts
I got flooded with it all
I got cuddled with it all

January 9, 2020 0

Because a name may by itself be a prayer. Because its sound can express an entire universe and letting it go from our lips can be life

Because a name may by itself be a prayer.

Because its sound can express an entire universe and letting it go from our lips can be life