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Time Did Not Remove Me – The Story of RoseBloom
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The Heart That Dances With Fire
My heart began to dance yesterday — not out of joy, but out of trembling truth. It wanted to soothe the flames, yet quivered at the lightning that had struck its very rhythm. Between fear and faith, I saw my…
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Reflection – The Day of Fire and Silence
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…
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When I Write: I Observe the Creature of This Earth — as One of Them
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…
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The Light of My Elbow
Even my fingertips refused to touch the past. English So I used my elbow — soft, firm, faithful. To turn on the light, without letting darkness follow me. — Français Même mes doigts ont refusé de toucher le passé. Alors…
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They rest between earth and sea — two quiet souls, unafraid of time. The Guardian of Rest
Een poëtische observatie aan de kust van Tanger. Twee honden liggen vredig in de zon — symbolen van stilte, vertrouwen en herstelde rust. Dit is het eerste deel van de reeks Zachte Kracht op Onderzoek – Tanger 2025, waarin licht,…
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Good Morning from Tangier – Writing by the Sea
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…
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Written at the Cave of Hercules – The Strength of Stillness
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…
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Reflection & Written in Tanger
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,…
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Tanger, 24° – Café Française Edition
Tanger, 24° – Café 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,…
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Good morning, wild heart.
A surreal morning vision where strength meets serenity — Powerwommen rides the waves of the impossible, sipping coffee atop a white shark as dawn spills gold over the sea. A tribute to every woman who learned to rise with elegance,…
