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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…

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…

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.

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…