A Right or a Privilege: A Dreamer, Perhaps. a Believer, Always

By Dahiana Fuentes

The inspiration poetry in this book describes the intense, sexual emotion once feels in a relationship with those out of reach physically. A capture of a women dream to have her love besides her knowing that ultimately their destination together is no longer part of their future. Real love stories fallow by fiction and desire where love, hate, sadness, betrayal, neglected and loneliness become part of our daily life. Loving inside the shadows and hiding behind the tremendous pain that is reflected in our faces. Emotions rushing through our veins feeling like venom waiting to explode. I who desire to see and you whishing that it was never there, but love is not always fair...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781483657196

Book preview

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Her

I found light in the darkness day where the shadow wasn’t present.

I found smiles in the thickness skin-with no movement.

I found peace in a war of emotions, a battle in my soul.

But I’m looking to find me and the memories I obligated to disappear.

Light that keeps me walking

A smile of hers that brings me joy

And worry of failure floating in my brain

I found pain glue on the bottom of my pupils

Lost to be found and recognized

I found me broken and putting myself in pieces

I found me crying of joy, of pain or worry

I found me confused in emotions that don’t stop chattering, like a song in my heart

With her, I will rise

With her, I will find a survivor because I know I am

But I just need to deeply feel that I am

With her, I will be force to walk straight and leave the pain aside to make worth the pleasures moment I have with her

With her, life has become priceless and she thought me the definition of unconditional love.

My soul, my love belongs to her

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I was betrayed by a man      2009

He’s love had me fooled between dirty sheets,

Sheets that were used not only by me.

A room plain with no decorations on the wall, but full of garments in his closet, he’s drawers and in between his folded clothes.

The vibe in the room so tense!

He promised never to lie, but what it’s a lie? A lie for him its not him not telling you that he cheated, if you didn’t ask the correct question. So what it’s a lie?

Its only define by he who does… .

I went beneath what I believed on, to change myself and become his object of design, but it’s late.

The moon is lighting up my walls and the scent of his cologne still not in this room.

I heard the ticking on the walls.

The seconds felt like minutes, the minutes felt like hours.

The time paused!

I heard the air coming through the tiny gaps by the window, and as I laid and waited, his cologne scent was still not there; there was no scent in the air.

He promised never to leave me alone in the cold, and yet the room was freezing.

I was left alone with a thin blanket and no heat from his body.

The alarm went off.

Time for him to go to work, but his cologne scent never arrived in this room.

As I sat at the table to eat breakfast alone,

A beautiful flower arrangement sat along with a note.

And as I reached for it and recognized the handwriting, I read it out loud.

My lovely lady, sorry I had to go

My love for you is too strong but the temptations