Endure

When clouds gather without warning
You steady my breath with your stillness
We’re brave weather, together …

When the day feels heavy with silence
Your presence makes room for light
We’re brave weather, together …

When a door closes I wasn’t ready for
You sit beside me without needing words
We’re brave weather, together …

When I fall behind the confusion of things
You slow down so I don’t feel lost
We’re brave weather, together …

Even when the air shifts, and so do we
Nothing is the same, but we remain
Because we’re brave weather, together …

Aren’t we?

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I♥️

A soft heart carries its pain in silence, absorbing the weight of unspoken emotions. It feels deeply, loves unconditionally, and endures quietly, often without anyone noticing. But even the gentlest heart deserves kindness, from others and from itself.

Strength lies not in hiding pain, but in allowing oneself to heal

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Susurro/ spanish
Whisper,’ symbolizing silent suffering and unspoken emotions

Gaman

Between the lines of a muted conversation,
Unspoken tales form a quiet foundation …
Heartbeats echo the stories concealed,
In the silent spaces, emotions revealed …

‘Don’t wake me …
I’m not dreaming’ …

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Gaman/ japanese
(n.) Gaman is a Japanese word of Zen Buddhist origin which means ‘enduring the seemingly unbearable with patience and dignity’. The term is generally translated as ‘perseverance’, ‘patience’ and ‘tolerance’ …

Onsra

My heart is full of many things to say to you
But I feel speech is nothing to you at all …

I believe
We shall surely see each other someday
Though I’m afraid I wouldn’t deliver the observations
So far I’ve made ….
The emotions that’s touching me these days,
In moments so weird ….

I believe
Love is an act of forgiveness
A tender look that may become
So sad
But what do I do out of it?
My tender look is my
Strange habit ….

I believe
My undefined patience
And the passion of my angels
Give me much relief
Cause I know you …
Although you show your indifference
But I bet it’s only out of love,
Not hate …

Then suddenly
I get this bittersweet feeling of onsra, that whatever little we have is coming to a close

My heart is full of many things to say to you
But I feel speech is nothing to you at all

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Tell me if I’m wrong ….

Onsra/ boro
(n.) the bittersweet feeling of loving for the last time, or realizing your love won’t last