Categorie: Reflectie

  • There was no warning, no storm. Only a spark — and suddenly the breath of fire. The kitchen turned into a battlefield between heat and love, and I stood there, human, with bare hands and whispered prayers. The voice that called my name was the echo of all I hold dear. And while smoke and…

  • When I Write: I Observe the Creature of This Earth — as One of Them A mystical painting in the signature RoseBloom style. A human figure rises from a glowing river of lava — half light, half fire — symbolizing rebirth through pain. The molten waves shimmer like liquid gold, as ashes turn into sparks…

  • A quiet morning in Tangier — the sea still whispers, the notebook waits. Between tea and tide, peace reveals itself not in silence, but in the soft rhythm of waves. Morning light over the Mediterranean. Writing by the sea, where peace feels like sound and sunlight. RoseBloom 🌹 copyright © 2025 #goodmorningfromtangier #rosebloomwrites #writingbythesea #poeticmorning…

  • Hercules in Tangier – The Myth Beneath the Waves According to legend, Hercules rested in this cave after completing his twelve labors. It is said he tore apart the mountains of Gibraltar and Ceuta, opening the passage that now joins the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea. In Tangier, his strength was not about conquest…

  • Tanger. Stad van licht, adem en herinnering. Hier, tussen zee en stilte, vond ik opnieuw de stem van mijn pen. De lucht ruikt naar zout en herbegin, en elke golf lijkt een woord te fluisteren. Schrijven wordt hier geen daad, maar een gebed. Tanger. Ville de lumière, de souffle et de mĂ©moire. Ici, entre la…

  • Tanger, 24° – CafĂ© Française Edition A brief reflection from Tanger, where the city breathes in light and memory. Between mint tea and sea breeze, I sit to write — to let the city speak through me. Tanger has changed, yet its soul still hums softly with stories. And as I write, I realize: some…

  • The Illusion of Piety – Heavenly Breath Edition A silent world bathed in light — no body, no name, no border. Only the breath of God moving gently like a veil across creation. On the left, the shadow of ritual and illusion. On the right, RoseBloom 🌹

  • “Let Me Breathe… and It Feels Like Heaven” is an ode to the moment when two souls meet without words — only breath, silence, and light. A vision of connection beyond touch, where air becomes love and silence speaks. A reminder that sometimes breathing is enough to feel alive. RoseBloom 🌹

  • Staying in Life “Staying in Life” is a symbolic reflection on survival — not as resistance, but as quiet strength. A golden light rises from the earth, carrying the breath of endurance through the dark. It’s about the power of staying, of remaining present, even when the world feels uncertain. This work reminds us that…

  • There are things we’re not meant to own, only to understand. Warmth, for instance. You can’t keep it — you can only feel it, share it, return it. Some take, others give. But the ones who truly live do both with awareness — without using, without denying. Because in every exchange — a word, a…