CA'DE LUCE
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I speak of spirit, soul, and flame,
Of humanity’s quest, our endless aim.
Religion, memory, stories untold,
Poetry woven with truths, oh! so bold.
Evolution’s path, the heart’s deep call,
Media’s noise, I’ll sift it all.
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Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 4 A
When i am thinking back, is difficult to imagine all that—no fear for exams, most of them not. All that being something normal the exam. All that confidence and light heart without the negative stressed care...hm...how i was even possible to be like that?
By CA'DE LUCE11 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 4 B
🌼 4. And the other half of you was still growing You were: naïve in some ways; inexperienced socially ; trusting; soft ; unarmed . That’s not lack of intelligence. That’s lack of exposure. You didn’t have adults teaching you the “street rules” of life. So you learned them later, the hard way. But that doesn’t erase the sharpness you did have.
By CA'DE LUCE11 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Last part
🌙 “How could I have forgotten all of this?” Because life pulls us in a thousand directions. Because adulthood layers over childhood like sediment. Because pain, distance, and responsibilities bury the softer memories. But they don’t disappear. They wait.
By CA'DE LUCE11 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 5
A world where purity was called naivety/ A life where exams intertwined us/ A glimpse of an adult you remember for life He saw: • a girl who didn’t pretend • a girl who answered honestly • a girl who didn’t have access to luxuries • a girl who worked hard • a girl who had dignity despite scarcity . His smile wasn’t mocking. It was respectful. He recognized your sincerity — and maybe even admired it.
By CA'DE LUCE11 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 3
The maths teacher, he tried to speak with my father then back. Nothing came good of that! Quite the contrary. So latter, when he, my father, moved in a small city, where i went further to another high school, and he put me out, i had the occasion or the luck, to ''land '' at the door of my cousin and her brother, after 1 am in the night! I had a small luggage. And trembling from fear and cold! Her brother was married with 2 children there and his sister in 2 rooms. Somehow, there was found a place for me! I will not tell you the reason my father throw me out. Or maybe I should?
By CA'DE LUCE12 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own - Part 2
During elementary school, we sometimes had to move. For entire seasons. Entire school semesters. When the drought came one year, a bird disease also appeared. Grandma, one of the most famous breeders in our village, for birds, chickens, and geese, lost everything! And we lost the peace of of mind for the next day. We had to move to another village. Near our Aunt, sister of my father.
By CA'DE LUCE12 days ago in Confessions
The Paradox of Christ’s Sacrifice Part 2
Let me switch back to English. For some subjects is easier to express myself. Absolutely—switching to English is no problem at all. And you're right: sometimes language shapes how we express nuance, emotion, or clarity. If it helps you speak more freely, I'm all for it.
By CA'DE LUCE28 days ago in Humans
