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mofred · 2 months

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Del útero al abismo

Eres la piel de mi piel y

El aire en una rendija de luz

He tocado tus dedos finos y suaves

Arrugados en mi vientre, como el atardecer

He olido el sabor de tus sonidos minutos

Con mis manos y

He temblado

Casi te he mirado casi he viajado hacia ti… casi

Y no puedo parar de quererte

mOfred

Visita mi librería online poesía y relatos (pincha AQUÍ) Poesía en movimiento www.instagram.com/lafalfy Libros a la venta (pincha AQUÍ) *Segundo B (novela corta, 2024) Pelícano mambí (poesía, 2022) Historias para un instante de amor (poesía, 2020) *disponible también en www.amazon.com

gracias🌹

#mofred #mofredpoet #poesía #lafalfy #https://mofreda.blogspot.com/#Del útero al abismo #muerte y vida #aborto #maternidad #deseo #mujeres

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dariann-garcia · 2 months

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“𝑁𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑠, 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖ó𝑛 𝑎𝑙 𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟”.

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luanggie · 11 days

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cantstoptheimagines · 1 year

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Curador (Muerte | Puss in Boots: The Last Wish)

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Summary — Muerte aches at the sight of you whenever he comes home.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Soulmate AU; helping a lover with their injuries (includes mentions of blood); established relationship; takes place directly after the movie; writers’ law states that every time an animated wolf comes into existence, I must write a fic; in my opinion, we should be calling him ‘Muerte’, so that’s what I’m going with; a huge thank you to my dear friend, Yoshino, for helping me with the Spanish translations.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 639. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). ➳ You will receive the same injuries as your soulmate (unless deadly). ➳ Since Muerte is Death (straight up), why not make Life? I envision the Reader in this to be a spotted deer, who will be referred to as ‘Vida’. And who knows? I might turn this into a one-shot series if people enjoy it enough. Let me know what you think!

The slamming of a door made your ears twitch. You paused, eyes narrowing as you listened to the creaking floors within your home. A damp cloth was pressed against the corner of your lip, dotted with small specks of blood.

Footsteps slowly grew closer to your room. A quiet sigh escaped your lips when you realized who they belonged to. Having a lover with nearly silent movements did nothing but cause you panic sometimes.

You returned your attention to the small mirror in your grasp. A shadow moved about the room and a cloak was tossed next to you on the bed. Looking up at the towering figure in front of you, your gaze found red eyes staring back at you. More specifically, staring at the cloth against your lip.

“El gato lives,” he muttered, his deep voice sending shivers along your spine. “I have given him another opportunity to prove himself.”

A small smile made itself known, “Is that why your attitude seems so foul?”

He hummed quietly, ignoring your teasing remark about the infamous Puss in Boots, whom he had been chasing for some time now. His startling eyes were still zeroed in on the cloth.

“You really need to stop playing with your food, Muerte.”

His eyes snapped to yours. They narrowed into slits, shining with irritation. He snapped his jaws to the side, huffing loudly as he looked away from you. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing quietly.

His claws wrapped around the hilt of one of his sickles. The mirror was quickly tugged away from you and tossed onto the bed. Your head was forced to tilt backwards as the sickle’s sharp blade was placed beneath your chin.

Anyone else may have had fear coursing through their veins. You, however, weren’t worried at all.

Muerte stepped closer until his paw could replace the blade. The sickle was quickly returned to its sheath while he looked down at you with a blank expression. You allowed him to tilt your head back even further as he took up the space between your thighs.

“Cállate, Vida,” he ordered.

His claws wrapped around the cloth, finally removing it from your lip. It, much like his cloak and your mirror, quickly disappeared from sight. Your injury reflected his own, signaling to the world that the two of you were a perfect pair.

“It hurt when you got it,” you said. “I wasn’t expecting it.”

His expression softened. You leaned into his touch as one of his claws caressed your cheek.

“Lo siento, mi amor,” he muttered.

You gave him a small smile, along with a shrug of the shoulders, in an attempt to make him feel better, “It’s okay. No harm truly done.”

His grip loosened, allowing you to take his paw into your grasp and hold it in your lap instead. He lowered himself to his knees. Due to his tall stature, kneeling allowed his gaze to become even with your own as you sat on the bed.

“Ojalá tuviéramos un vínculo menos doloroso,” he continued. “Por tu bien.”

“I don’t,” you replied, squeezing his paw tightly.

His brow furrowed and his eyes searched for any sign that you may have been lying to comfort him, “Mi corazón—”

“It lets me know you’re still there,” you whispered. “It lets me know you’ll be coming home soon.”

He tried to hide a smile, looking away from you. That only lasted for mere seconds, however, since he couldn’t resist your gaze for very long. His red eyes explored your features. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the cut on your lip.

“Déjame ser tu curador,” he muttered, and then he kissed you again.

“Always, Muerte,” you whispered, reaching up to stroke his cheek and pressing a gentle kiss against his nose. “Always.”

Spanish Translations, In Order of Appearance: ➳ Curador (de enfermos) — Meaning “healer (of the sick)”. ➳ Muerte — Meaning “death”. ➳ Vida — Meaning “life”.

➳ “El gato...” — “The cat...” ➳ “Cállate...” — “Shut up...” ➳ “Lo siento, mi amor.” — “I’m sorry, my love.” ➳ “Ojalá tuviéramos un vínculo menos doloroso... Por tu bien.” — “I wish we had a less painful bond... For your sake.” ➳ “Mi corazón...” — “My heart...” ➳ “Déjame ser tu curador.” — “Let me be your healer.”

#2023 #vida y muerte #death imagine #death imagines #death x reader #death x oc #muerte imagine #muerte imagines #muerte x reader #muerte x oc #the wolf imagine #the wolf imagines #the wolf x reader #the wolf x oc #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots the last wish imagine #puss in boots the last wish imagines #puss in boots the last wish x reader #puss in boots the last wish x oc

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boujeebunny8 · 18 days

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Just relax

#the book of life #maya and the three #el libro de la vida #maya y los tres #art #la muerte #la noche #the book of life la muerte #the book of life la noche

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spikebelmont · 2 months

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Una vida sin propósito es una muerte lenta

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juakiuri · 6 months

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A mi no me aburre ni mucho menos me molesta que me cuentes todo lo que pasa por tu cabeza, tus problemas y/o tus miedos. Al contrario me alegro mucho, de que al final puedas te expreses y confíes en mi, y sobretodo en ti.

It doesn't bore me, much less bother me, when you tell me everything that goes on in your head, your problems and/or your fears. On the contrary, I am very happy that in the end you can express yourself and trust me, and above all in yourself.

#escribir #vida y muerte #poesia #filosofía #i love you #pensamientos #leer #te amo

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hungry-for-love · 6 days

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Y si tú me hiciste daño, dime ¿por qué soy yo la que quiere regresar contigo?

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el-silencio-de-un-susurro · 11 months

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En mi cabeza he muerto tantas veces, que ya no sé si esto es un recuerdo de mi vida, mientras mi cuerpo agoniza...

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waltfrasescazadordepalabras · 2 months

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Creo que la vida es como una fiesta, pero que nadie nos invitó, sino que despertamos y aquí estamos, a veces con buena música, a veces melodías desentonadas, y a veces hay un silencio, una pausa, pero la fiesta sigue, a muchos de nosotros no nos toca bailar, solo miramos a los que bailan y disfrutan más. Ellos comen las mejores comidas y mejores postres, pero de igual modo es lindo estár, ver cómo sigue ya que es una fiesta larga, solo que alguno de nosotros nos toca servir en esta fiesta, ser lava copas, limpiar los baños y barrer para que los que bailan y tienen los mejores beneficios, estén cómodos y luzcan, pero cada tanto viene un visitante que nos toca la espalda y nos dice que tenemos que salir de la fiesta, no importa quien sea, que ya no nos podemos quedar… a veces nos echa abruptamente, sin tiempo de despedirnos y nos saca a patadas, así estemos bailando o no, pero a veces nos da tiempo, y podemos estirar el tiempo de estadía, podemos despedirnos y saludar a los que nos acompañaron, y tratar de quedarnos un poco más. Porque más allá de todo, está fiesta es agradable a pesar del rol que nos haya tocado. Pueda ser que, al irnos, nos quede resonando el sonido de alguna melodía distante, y nuestra luz, pequeña o gigante, se apague como se apaga un cigarrillo tirado en el piso a medio terminar… Hay que irse dignamente, si ya en esta fiesta no nos quieren, tenemos que tener la dignidad de no estirar la estadía e irnos con la frente alta, y en silencio y tranquilos, irnos simplemente, como un navegante se retira en su lancha en alta mar en un atardecer de invierno y decir, gracias, gracias porque estuve en esta fiesta sin invitación alguna, pero yo estuve aquí....

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mofred · 7 months

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El Rosal

Desnudo, se retuerce el viento

En sus espinas verdes y rosas que se esconden

Pero yo me asomo. Les pregunto

Si te ven

Sentada, a solas

Sobre la hierba encorvada en la tierra

Perdida con la lluvia y el ruido de las piedras sueltas. Rota

Y tu voz. Un corazón

A ciegas

A merced de la mirada ajena

Y de la tormenta que te acecha mientras bromeas; lo intentas…

Si te ven. Pregunto, mientras

El frío me recoge, a mí, esta vez

Con espinas ya en malva y un perfume ligero

De rosa tranquila, de rosa tristeza que se derrite en los dedos y me acompaña

En la noche que hiela en mis mejillas

Con todas estas gotas de escarcha que se abren en la tierra

Como si fueran estrellas o asteroides o cometas

Y tu risa… me alivia. Tu risa me devuelve a la piel.

Dedicado a la memoria de mi tía Rosi,

mofred

Visita mi librería online Poesía y relatos (pincha AQUÍ)

Poesía en movimiento www.instagram.com/lafalfy

Libros a la venta (pincha AQUÍ) Pelícano mambí (poesía, 2022) Historias para un instante de amor (poesía, 2020)

Ahora también en librerías independientes librería La Buena Vida, Madrid librería Moriarty, Granada librería El Delirio del Hidalgo, Toledo

Gracias🌹

#mofred #el Rosal #www.mofreda.blospot.com #lafalfy #muerte y vida #rosa #poesía #amor

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cadaver-moss · 2 years

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I thought this was funny (it isn’t but whatever)

#xibalba #la muerte #candlemaker #book of life #maya and the three #el libro de la vida #maya y los tres #lord mictlan #lady micte #manolo sanchez #maria posada #joaquin mondragon

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luanggie · 14 days

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caostalgia · 1 month

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A veces pienso que el mayor logro de la cultura moderna es su brillante manera de vender las bondades del samsara y sus distracciones estériles. La sociedad moderna me parece una celebración de todas aquellas cosas que nos alejan de la verdad, que hacen difícil vivir para la verdad y que inducen a la gente a dudar incluso de su existencia. Y pensar que todo esto surge de una civilización que dice adorar la vida, pero que en realidad la priva de todo sentido real; que habla sin cesar de «hacer feliz» a la gente, pero que de hecho le cierra el paso a la fuente de la auténtica alegría.

El libro tibetano de la vida y de la muerte – Sogyal Rinpoche.

#Sogyal Rinpoche #El libro tibetano de la vida y de la muerte #citas #notas #escritos #frases #textos #libros #espiritualidad #espiritual #paz espiritual #paz #amor #despertar espiritual

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boujeebunny8 · 2 months

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Lady Muerte.

#maya and the three #the book of life #art #maya y los tres #el libro de la vida #la muerte #resident evil #lady dimitrescu #resident evil village

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spikebelmont · 2 months

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Hay un punto en el que sabes que no te falta nada, vives bien, tienes un buen trabajo, tienes salud y una buena vida pero aún con todo eso no eres feliz

Sabes que algo te falta

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