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In Madame Queen Kintsugi, I take you on a journey of transformation and resilience. The story begins with a queen, once perfect and unblemished, who embarks on a journey with her king, dreaming of building a kingdom together. But as doubts and pressures begin to surface, the queen finds herself corroded from within, leading to a deep conflict with her king.

The pain shatters her, and what was once golden begins to decay. Yet, despite her brokenness, the king remains steadfast, never abandoning her. It’s in these moments of despair that the queen begins her healing process, piece by piece, with memories and experiences filling the cracks like rivers of glowing emerald.

As the battle between the queen and king intensifies, the story culminates in a Kintsugi chess match—a symbol of their ongoing struggle. In the end, neither wins, but the journey of healing and self-discovery leaves a lasting impact. This tale is a reflection on the beauty of imperfection and the strength found in mending what is broken.

 

 

MADAME QUEEN KINTSUGI

 

Aligning her pieces, 

A queen and her highness, 

Begin their journey, 

Combining their efforts, 

Dreaming of a kingdom, 

Defining their dreams.

Madame Queen, 

Once a porcelain perfection, 

Silk-smooth skin, no dents, 

Shining like a golden treasure, 

But pressure started within.

Corrosion from within, 

Doubts that troubled the heart, 

Inciting conflict with her king, 

The first battle begins. 

As pain finally reaches,

She is shattered, will broken, 

The gold starts to decay, 

Her warm heart grows cold, 

Yet the loving king remained, 

Neither leaving nor forfeiting.

Madame Queen Kintsugi, 

Begins to heal, recovering in pieces, 

Glued with emerald rivers of memories. 

With nothing left to do, 

The battle rises again, 

Queen versus King, 

A Kintsugi chess match, 

And this time, no one wins.

Le fin.

 Kintsugi Chess ♟️✨

En “Kintsugi Chess”, exploro el tema de la resiliencia a través de la metáfora del Kintsugi, el arte japonés de reparar cerámica rota con oro.

El poema reflexiona sobre cómo los desafíos de la vida pueden destrozar nuestros sueños y dejarnos sin rumbo, pero también enfatiza la oportunidad de renacimiento y crecimiento.

Comparo este viaje con una partida de ajedrez, donde cada movimiento y estrategia pueden llevarnos a la victoria… a pesar de las heridas y pérdidas.

La imagen del Kintsugi, que repara mis piezas rotas con «venas de oro esmeralda«, simboliza el proceso de sanación y la belleza que emerge de nuestras luchas.

En última instancia, el poema trata sobre encontrar el triunfo en medio de la adversidad, entendiendo que para renacer y alcanzar la felicidad, primero debemos experimentar y superar nuestra rotura interna.

Las líneas finales, «To reborn, you need to be broken«, resumen la esencia del viaje: aceptar nuestras cicatrices como parte de nuestra fuerza.

“Kintsugi Chess” nos recuerda que cada caída es una oportunidad para crecer, y que abrazando nuestras marcas, podemos emerger más fuertes y completos.

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Kintsugi Chess

When broken in pieces,
Wishes destroyed,
Great dreams turn upside down,
Into terrifying voids.

Not all is meant to last,
One day it all fades,
But we’re given the chance,
To rise from the grave.

Pottery of the heart,
Kintsugi mends like art,
Holding all my pieces,
Filling every hollow,
With veins of emerald gold.

Kintsugi king and sun,
Kintsugi queen and moon,
Like a game of chess,
Where victory’s a wound.

Checkmate!
The king loses the crown.

Kintsugi was a light,
For a meaningful night,
Survivors had to fight.

Kintsugi was right,
The path to my mind,
The treasure of a heart,
Well kept under lock.

When a pawn finds its way,
Near the bitter end game,
Kintsugi, the king,
Sowing its pieces,
Triumphant, stands back,
Winning the match.

Live the «Kintsugi Chess,»
To win, you need a loss,
For joy, you need a tear,
To reborn, you need to be broken.

Checkmate?

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Ikigai – 生き甲斐

MI RAZÓN DE SER

Este emotivo poema, «Mi Razón de Ser», explora el concepto de Ikigai—encontrar el propósito en la vida—a través de cuatro partes esenciales: Pasión, Misión, Vocación y Profesión.

El poema profundiza en pasiones personales como el arte, la música y el amor, destacando la importancia de la creatividad y la alegría. Reflexiona sobre las habilidades y talentos que contribuyen a hacer felices a los demás y enfatiza la importancia de enseñar, compartir y elevar a la sociedad.

También aborda la necesidad de una compensación financiera por las contribuciones de uno, al mismo tiempo que reconoce los desafíos y despedidas que se encuentran en el camino. En última instancia, captura la esencia de vivir con propósito, superar los miedos y el deseo de un amor duradero y compañía en la búsqueda de la verdadera felicidad.

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Parte 1: Pasión

En la danza de la vida, busco mi verdad,
Ikigai susurra a través de la suave brisa.
Un equilibrio hallado en pasiones y sueños,
Donde la felicidad se moldea, única para mí.

¿Qué alimenta mi corazón, enciende mi alma?
El arte, la música y tú, la trinidad completa.
Con cada pincelada, cada nota cantada,
Encuentro mi esencia, mi viaje ha comenzado.

Pero tu pincelada y, de hecho,
Todo se desvaneció.
Me diste elecciones claras,
Adiós. Ikigai llegó a su fin.

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Parte 2: Misión

¿Qué habilidades manejo con destreza?
La creatividad fluye, las ideas son grandes.
Al hacerte sonreír, en el brillo puro de la alegría,
Mi propósito brilla, mi espíritu resplandece.

Mi misión permanece
Sobre una verdadera visión a reclamar.
Lucha hoy para que la paz se logre,
Primero el esfuerzo, luego vendrá la paz.

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Parte 3: Vocación

¿Qué puedo ofrecer al mundo tan amplio?
Enseñar y compartir, a tu lado estar.
Ofreciendo pensamientos, la llama brillante de mi mente,
Para mejorar vidas, elevar, reclamar.

Yo mismo verdadero…
Soñado ayer y hoy.
Estabas en tu camino
Fuera de mi corazón acurrucado.

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Parte 4: Profesión

¿Por qué deberían mis esfuerzos cosechar el brillo de la recompensa?
Por las ideas compartidas, por nutrir sueños.
En cada creación, en cada chispa brillante,
Un pedazo de mi corazón, una marca duradera.

¿Qué importa si el éxito puede ser compartido?
Las ilusiones se crearon,
El destino era claro,
Adiós, mi querido.

En Ikigai, encuentro mi camino,
Una razón para elevarme, para saludar cada día.
Con pasión, habilidad y propósito claro,
Vivo mi verdad, conquisto el miedo.

Así que si amas mi Ikigai…
Si regresas…
Debe ser para quedarte,
Luchando en el camino.

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Le End.

Ikigai – 生き甲斐

In this heartfelt poem, «My Reason for Being,» the concept of Ikigai—finding one’s purpose in life—is explored through four essential parts: Passion, Mission, Vocation, and Profession. The poem delves into personal passions such as art, music, and love, showcasing the importance of creativity and joy. It reflects on the skills and talents that contribute to making others happy and emphasizes the significance of teaching, sharing, and uplifting society. The poem also addresses the need for financial compensation for one’s contributions while acknowledging the challenges and farewells encountered along the journey. Ultimately, it captures the essence of living with purpose, conquering fears, and the desire for enduring love and companionship in the pursuit of true happiness.

“MY REASON FOR BEING”

Part 1: Passion

In the dance of life, I seek my truth, 

Ikigai whispers through the gentle breeze. 

A balance found in passions and dreams, 

Where happiness is molded, unique to me.

What fuels my heart, ignites my soul? 

Art, music, and you, the trinity whole. 

With every brushstroke, every note sung, 

I find my essence, my journey begun.

But your stroke and indeed, 

That was all gone. 

Clear choices you gave, 

Good-bye. Ikigai was concluded.

Part 2: Mission

What skills do I wield with a deft hand? 

Creativity flows, ideas grand. 

In making you smile, in joy’s pure glow, 

My purpose shines, my spirit aglow.

My mission stays 

Over a true vision to be claimed. 

Fight today for peace to be achieved. 

Struggle first, peace comes next.

Part 3: Vocation

What can I give to the world so wide? 

Teaching and sharing, standing by your side. 

Offering thoughts, my mind’s bright flame, 

To better lives, to uplift, to reclaim.

True self… 

Dreamed yesterday and today. 

You were on your path 

Out of my cornered heart.

Part 4: Profession

Why should my efforts reap reward’s gleam? 

For ideas shared, for nurturing dreams. 

In every creation, in every bright spark, 

A piece of my heart, a lasting mark.

What matters if success can be shared? 

Illusions were made, 

Destiny was clear, 

Good-bye, my dear.

In **Ikigai**, I find my way, 

A reason to rise, to greet each day. 

With passion, skill, and purpose clear, 

I live my truth, I conquer fear.

So if you love my Ikigai… 

If you come back… 

It has to be to stay, 

Fighting along the way.

Le End.

Unyielding Spirit

I am that unbeatable force,
Always up front,
Moving forward,
Never backward.

If you fall, get up, son.
Stay on your feet,
No surrender allowed.

For you, this is the beginning,
This is a new start.
When aiming for your life,
Say you will,
Never tire of it.

If you believe in yourself,
Stay true to your ways,
Keep your objectives clear.

For when you want,
The reason for your life.

Stay out of trouble,
Where love calls,
Be sure to answer.
It won’t be a mistake,
If you do not risk,
If you foresee
All that could happen.

Amusing as it is,
Delightful and entertaining,
The passion you feel,
The meaning of what’s to come.

That’s right,
Always there,
Never gone.

Ain’t It Our Fault

Relationships are often complex and filled with moments of joy, pain, and introspection. In my latest poem, «Ain’t It Our Fault,» I explore the nuances of a relationship marked by shared mistakes, unspoken truths, and the inevitable passage of time. This poem delves into the emotional journey of two people who once shared a deep connection but find themselves grappling with doubt, insecurities, and the lingering question of where things went wrong.

«Ain’t It Our Fault» reflects on the bittersweet end of a relationship, highlighting the collective responsibility for its demise. The poem begins by acknowledging the initial lust and passion, followed by a series of contradictions and human frailties that lead to broken trust and regret. Through vivid imagery and poignant metaphors, the poem captures the essence of love lost, the weight of unfulfilled promises, and the haunting memories that remain. As the narrator contemplates their actions and the irreversible passage of time, they ultimately confront the harsh reality that sometimes, love simply runs out.

Ain’t It Our Fault

Not to be mentioned,

our sanctioned lust.

Blood throughout our veins,

nothing more after pain.

When they say it’s just a “game.”

Hurry, we walk when we run.

We don’t say when we must,

we break trust with our hands.

We listen to those we shouldn’t,

we tumble where it’s firm.

We make shadows in the clear,

we bring the moon over the sun.

Now in the memory we forget

who we both were.

Now the sourness is left,

the sweetness has melted.

If I made mistakes…

because I did…

I believed I could stay true to you,

and yes… I did.

When you doubted, I faded.

You questioned me,

no opening argument.

We became brave

to kill the bravery of decency,

to leave the insecurities

over the cowardice.

So if this is it…

this will be

the bitter end

of you and I.

When all that remains

are the memories of the past,

the questions of what would be

gone like a finger snap.

So… Ain’t It Our Fault?

It was the wrong time…

My voice will vanish in a whisper,

my image will blur on the screen,

my actions will be a memory…

But as you know… Ain’t It Our Fault?

We just ran out of love.

In «Sunflower and Moon’s Farewell,» I delve into the poignant emotions of bidding farewell to a cherished lover. Through the poem, I explore themes of transition, sacrifice, and longing, reflecting on the memories we’ve shared and the pain of our impending separation. Despite the heartache, I come to accept that we’re moving on divergent paths. This farewell signifies closure yet leaves room for reminiscing about our shared moments, acknowledging their significance in my life’s journey.

Always in the flux of becoming and being, 

A transitional fate we can’t help seeing. 

A memory lost in crowded hands’ embrace, 

Desperation’s call, loneliness’ cruel face.

With shields against swords, we fought in vain, 

Stabbed by feelings, hearts wounded by pain. 

A thousand knives I took for you, my dear, 

Yet by your hand, a million more appear.

You, the Queen Bee, seeking in secret’s veil, 

Wandering through fields, lost without a trail. 

In Paradise found, or in hell’s deep hole, 

Your purpose sought, your restless soul.

Remembering nights devoid of innocence’ plea, 

Death or life, emotions rising, wild and free. 

Closer we drew, now further apart we stand, 

Sunflower bowing to the distant moon’s command.

Different trails we tread, bidding goodbye’s embrace, 

No regrets, just memories of our shared space. 

Missing you more, as time slips away, 

Goodbye, my all, this is where I stay.

QUACKTASTIC!

«About the Poem: The Tin Man and Emotional Disconnection»

This poem is a reflection on emotional numbness and the quiet decay that comes with pretending everything is fine.

The Tin Man becomes a metaphor for a person pieced together, holding themselves up with cold metal and empty gestures. Behind the silence and the stillness, there’s a history of abandonment, broken games, and burned bridges.

Like whisky over ice, feelings melt slowly but never truly flow. This is the journey of someone who walks without sound, who lives without beating, and who replaces their heart with air just to keep moving.

 

The Tin-Man

Bolts and metal
Fixed together like skin
No noises in my walking
Rusty emotions
Died in silence yesterday

I was broken
I was left behind
In disbelief I lied
Only dried eyes
No pain in game

The path in adventure
One bitten hand
Broken games
Incendiary ice blocks
That swim in my glass
Like a whisky on the rocks

The Tin-Man
No heartbeats has
When he comes
No matter if he is fine

Under the metal frame
Lacks the happy days
All what it was
Implanted air
Instead of a heart of flesh

le fin.

 

 Introducción:

En este poema, se dibuja el instante en que dos almas se cruzan entre el deseo y el misterio. La escena se envuelve en un aire denso, casi irreal, donde el aroma del incienso y la luz del sol son testigos silenciosos de un encuentro breve pero profundamente cargado de emociones. La libertad, el juego de miradas y el roce de la piel crean un espacio donde el tiempo parece fracturarse. Aquí, la intriga no es solo un adorno poético, sino el personaje central que acompaña cada verso. Este texto es un tributo a esos momentos fugaces que nos marcan, a esas personas que llegan como un soplo y se van dejando su rastro en la memoria sensorial. Un diálogo entre el cuerpo y la palabra, entre lo que se dice y lo que solo se intuye.

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Su nombre es «Intriga»

Vistes el incienso,
aroma oscuro y profundo,
delirio intenso, sofocante,
mirada asfixiante.

Derroche de libertades,
firmabas tu viento
al marchar,
dejando tu forma etérea.

El momento nos fue corto,
los huecos del tiempo,
segundos consumidos
por el destello de tu piel,
bañados por el sol.

Intriga es tu nombre,
misterio tu apellido.
Cuando te conozca,
serás bautizada por mi boca
en cada rincón de tu piel.

Y ahí nos perderemos,
del delirio,
por cada sendero,
sin ser intriga ni misterio.

 

le fin

Shakespeare del Metaverso

Escribo palabras consolidadas,
📝 Al mirar al cristal, esperaba ansioso
Tu mirada, con anhelo, amoroso,
Un llamado, un mensaje que me arrobaba.
En la videollamada, tras la ventana,
Buscando un refugio para el cariño,
😔 Dolor testigo, cuando el rocío
De tus lágrimas, mi corazón baña.

En TikTok, en Instagram posas bella,
📸 Soñando vidas, sueños sin dinero,
En el metaverso, sin un compañero,
Buscas pasión en Tinder, sin secuela.
En la banalidad, el cerebro yace,
Trabajo fácil, sin mérito, lo tomas,
😴 Disfrutas lo ajeno, mientras todo asomas,
En tu hipocresía, el alma deshace.

Doble moral, en reels, mensaje encierra,
Empatía vendes, alma y cuerpo en venta,
En un corazón azul, se alimenta,
Tu deseo, sin rumbo, el alma yerra.
En Facebook, brilló tu perfil un instante,
📱 Entre likes y shares, tu imagen cuelga,
Entre comentarios, el corazón se entrega,
Mas en la pantalla, el amor es distante.

En Twitter, tus pensamientos fluyen línea,
🐦 En tweets y retweets, la mente navega,
En 280 caracteres, el alma llega,
Mas en la realidad, la soledad daña.

En LinkedIn, brilla tu perfil, esplendor,
👔 Conexiones y logros, imagen forjas,
En la red profesional, tu esencia despliegas,
Pero en la búsqueda, buscas tu valor.

OnlyFans deseas, sin rumbo definido,
🌐 Tu vida se pierde en desatino.
Mostrando piel por un puñado de dólares,
Sin tacto humano, solo por favores.
Ofreces tu ser al mejor postor,
En un mundo donde reina el error.

Soy el Shakespeare del metaverso,
Indago en tu cerebro disperso,
Ideas ilusas sin cimiento,
De tu realidad, un intento de escape,
Tus fantasías hoy te atrapan, sin darte cuenta de tu naufragio en el tiempo.