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Finding inspiration in movement. Searching for identity with words, and without them.

A Short Story on popcorn, hearts, and love

Photo by Timon Studler on Unsplash

Once upon a time, in the ages of the ice-cold snow, where there were no other things in the world except for mountains and frost, and the world was white and pretty but chilly, there was a boy named Popcorn.

Popcorn was a very bright boy. Always happy, full of…


On poetry, mountains, and running — A photographic poem

Photo by Pablo Pereyra (2021)

the truth is not poetic
the truth is not pretty
the truth is, I had to labor for each breath
for each one of the steps ungracefully pushing my body upward
to think about each of the rocks in which I was stepping to attain traction
to avoid slipping on the trail and not to…


GiaB prompt 2–4: the beach

Kihei, Maui, Hawaii. Photo by Pablo Pereyra (2021)

What is there, protected by your surface?
Is that a turtle or school of tuna gliding?
Shades of you playing games with my mind
Your voice speaks to me, clearly and loud

You expose some secrets, aided by tides
You, the omnipresent, lunary controlled
From something so far, tangible results
Love…


What keeps you writing? — A Vagabond Voices writing and living prompt.

Photo by Pablo Pereyra (2021)

It was easier to write when I thought myself righteous, when I was not afraid of showing my face. What would you say of me if you’d know of my true colors of the dirt and viscosity from which within I move? …


On seeing without eyes - Scrittura 01 September 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: reading for inspiration.

Photo by ian dooley on Unsplash

We have been dehumanized for quite some time now.
More than dehumanized. We have been blind.
Blind to The Other while we anesthetized our lives with luxury, pleasure, and, more importantly, wants.

We created Hells. We, The Creators of Nightmares!
Us, The Anxiety Ridden Destroyers of Peace!
Why?
For fear of losing ourselves…


Haunting Energies. — A Wednesday Prose Poem Scrittura prompt (August, 11th, 2021)

Photo by Pablo Pereyra (2021)

And there she went,
Not even walking through the sky.
And there she walked,
Not even through the corridors of my mind.

We never made it to Barcelona.
There was no need for us to try.

As my relationship with her meant for her to stay in that same place…


Let’s stop treating others as accessories to our lives

Violence: Staying in a neighborhood near you! Photo by Pablo Pereyra (2021)

Dear Man:

Yes, you!
The one who is so concerned with his abs and squats, to try to be a “chad” or an “alfa.”
What’s up, bro? How is life?

I have a question for you:
What role do you want to fulfill?
Because what I see so far is you want the world…


I fall in Love with You, Poetry and Words!

Was this a selfie? Photo by Pablo Pereyra (2021)

On a good day,
At least once,
I fall in love.

Often,
With your words.
Sometimes,
With some sight:
Maybe,
A cloud.
Not often,
The pain in my hips and calves
As I run and put on the miles.

More frequently,
With the idea of you
(And pardon me for fantasizing
When you…


Men often see the surface while forgetting the depth of women

Kaipukaihina Beach, Maui, Hawaii. Photo by Pablo Pereyra (2021)

The Ocean as the feminine

I wrote a version of this poem commenting on Yael Wolfe’s article,Oh, how we long for passionate men!

If I look into your eyes,
If I get lost in them tonight
I may die
I may die
I may die a thousand times

I may witness the forbidden,
What I…

Pablo Pereyra

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