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An intense poem about persistence, struggle, and the power of faith. Photography by Amarela Some days are heavier than words. This poem speaks to raw strength, imperfect faith, and the quiet courage of continuing even when everything feels overwhelming. He wakes with the weight of the world on his chest,as if living were a repeated mistake.The mirror gives no answer,and the day begins before…

Photography by Amarela In 2017, artist Hugo Lomas, also known as Sthir, created an unforgettable mural at SIAC 2 that has captivated many who have had the chance to see it. The mural features a woman seemingly traveling through the infinite, her figure surrounded by dynamic lines and vivid colors that give a sense of freedom and motion. This mesmerizing artwork goes beyond just visual…

Lights of Hope The streets are lined with lights, shining brightly for all to see, but the ornaments, so grand, are reserved for a few, those who have the privilege of abundance. Yet, in the shadows, there are those who walk alone, seeking sustenance, a fleeting moment of compassion, a respite from the weight of life’s burdens. As the world celebrates, the lights flicker like silent…

She hates me — but I exist anyway. She throws shadows at my name, hoping I will shrink into silence. But I rise — slow, steady, burning — a reminder she never asked for. Her hatred is a wind that tries to tear the fire from my chest. Yet every blow only feeds the flame. I am not her ruin. I am her mirror: the reflection she cannot bear to face. She wants me erased. But I write myself…

Watchdog on Your Skin Yeah, listen.In your pocket you carry a monster, short wire, barbed edge,it follows you like a shadow, always ready, always on the edge.It doesn’t bark, doesn’t shout — it spies.It doesn’t sleep, doesn’t fail — it eyes. Is it a phone?Don’t fool yourself — that’s just luxury disguise:inside, it’s a guard dog chained to your life.Not even an ankle monitor can match this…

Quim and Manecas, created by Stuart Carvalhais in 1915, are one of the foundational works of Portuguese comics. With humorous, expressive and dynamic storytelling, this duo helped define the early identity of Portugal’s comic art. In this article, we explore their creation, their most iconic adventures, where to find books and reprints, and a comparison with other comics of their time. The…

Driving through an empty night, streets breathing their cold memories, blurred faces drifting past me like flashes of lives I never lived. There are long silences that scream, shadows asking for shelter, and I, suspended between now and never, search for a heart where I might exist. I have walked on stones that bleed, down roads promising weary paradises, where flowers bloom between…

This is your gentle reminder: breathe, slow down, and return softly to the present moment. Nothing needs to be solved right now. Poem When my chest tightens,I let the rush slip away.I open the window of my soul,let the light enter slowly,and remember that nothing bloomswithout first learninghow to rest. @amarelaspace If this brought even a small moment of peace to your day, stay for a while.…

On International Bank Day, it is important to reflect on the role of financial institutions in promoting inclusion and economic development. This day reminds us that access to financial services should not be a privilege, but a right for all. To enable a large portion of the population to invest and build wealth, it is necessary to combine financial education, technology, and inclusive public…

What Is the Poem “Between Silences”? “Between Silences” is a poem about the unique ways an autistic girl perceives the world and communicates. It emphasizes patience, respect, and understanding in building a meaningful connection beyond words. Full Poem: “Between Silences” She reads the world in a different way, where gestures and words are different colors. What feels like a shout to me is…

Today, we decided to take a relaxing road trip, with no rush, no maps—just the open road and the ever-changing sky, sometimes gray, sometimes bright. Suddenly, the sun broke through the clouds, and I felt its warmth streaming through the car window. The air was chilly, yet my face was aglow, warmed by this unexpected sunlight. It felt as if the sky itself was smiling just for us. A few…

Feet on silent stone, the sea a murmur far below, we say nothing, and yet, everything is heard. Your arms wrap like sky. My breath finds its shape within yours. The horizon forgets its line. Time forgets it ever moved. Only this: us. Infinite, suspended. @AmarelaSpace © 2025 AmarelaSpace. All rights reserved.

The body bleeds It’s not pain, it’s silence Fear is the only language It learns to speak The walls know The sound of screams that don’t echo The skin burns But no one sees the fire Love dissolves In broken promises In empty looks In eyes that avoid yours As if they were guilty For your absence The fingers that touch Don’t touch, they crush They break, they suffocate And the heart…

What is your favorite place to go in your city? My favorite place? It lives where borders dissolve, on the line of water, on the line of sea, on the thin trembling edge where the land leans forward to kiss the tide. There, the city falls silent, and only the ocean speaks, with a voice ancient, salted by time, carrying secrets that the wind pretends not to know. I walk that line as…

Where the birds stop to drink, there dwells a silence that speaks, a calm that teaches, and a purity not seen, but felt. A bird does not approach dirty water. It flies far from what poisons. It lands where life still blooms, where nature still breathes. If there are birds drinking, there is trust. There is balance. There is something sacred in that place. And if we look with more attentive…