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I write, therefore I am

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Sometimes I hate it, sometimes I love it. Old Best Friends, Happy Again, Healthy Vegetables, English Study, New Recipes, Broccoli, Hate, I Am Awesome, Relationship
Broccoli & I
Sometimes I hate it, sometimes I love it.
Small Island, Her Smile
The Girl On The Cliff | Noemí Rivera
Malta, Ferry, Limestone Rock, Ochre, Sunset, Landscape, Structures, Malt Beer, Scenery
Ode to Malta | Noemí Rivera
A brief poem about a brief romance Silence, Romance, The Rock, Poems, Waves, Outdoor, Romance Film, Outdoors
An Evening Romance | Noemí Rivera
A brief poem about a brief romance
Tonight I couldn’t find her, she had vanished underneath layers of makeup. Her eyes were framed by black feathers. And her lips were melted passion of wild berries. Only when I accidentally touched her did I notice her presence, I found her because her skin never changes, it cannot lie... Click on the link to read the full story. Touching Herself, Never Change, Wild Berry, Black Feathers, Skin So Soft, Underneath, Tonight, Lie, Berries
The Ghost Girl
Tonight I couldn’t find her, she had vanished underneath layers of makeup. Her eyes were framed by black feathers. And her lips were melted passion of wild berries. Only when I accidentally touched her did I notice her presence, I found her because her skin never changes, it cannot lie... Click on the link to read the full story.
I’m a cloud, I’m a storm, I’m the wind That chills your bones. I’m a whisper, I’m a blink, I’m a monster Unleashed. Click on the link to read full poem Edgar Allan Poe, Short Poems, Autobiography, Whisper, Bones, Cloud, Wind, Illustrations, Edgar Allen Poe
Autobiography
I’m a cloud, I’m a storm, I’m the wind That chills your bones. I’m a whisper, I’m a blink, I’m a monster Unleashed. Click on the link to read full poem
She was stardust, A collection of forgotten thoughts, Dreams that never came true, Invisible colours gliding in front of your eyes. She was the most amazing kind of nothingness. And she loved dancing... Click on the link to read the full poem :)😊 Dancing On The Edge, Towards The Sun, Birds Flying, Stardust, How To Fall Asleep, Poem, Love Her, Ghost, Male Sketch
The Dancing Ghost | Noemí Rivera
She was stardust, A collection of forgotten thoughts, Dreams that never came true, Invisible colours gliding in front of your eyes. She was the most amazing kind of nothingness. And she loved dancing... Click on the link to read the full poem :)😊
This is not the typical short story about Covid-19 and lockdown. Dying Plants, Bright Pink Lipsticks, Bugs, Beetles, Insects
The Bug | Noemí Rivera
This is not the typical short story about Covid-19 and lockdown.
A short story of how I became the sea Slippery Rock, Stray Cat, Pavement, Unusual, Vivid, Sea, Pure Products, Illustration
An unusual morning | Noemí Rivera
A short story of how I became the sea
Poem to a noisy street Radio, Dog Barking, Construction Site, Noisy, Street, Life
A morning in a noisy street | Noemí Rivera
Poem to a noisy street
A poem about how desperately we need more art in our lives. Ego, Selfies, Natural Beauty, Instagram, Colour, Canvas, Nature, Painting
More ART and less EGO | Noemí Rivera
A poem about how desperately we need more art in our lives.
Building in Sliema, Malta Meant To Be, Multi Story Building, Reality
On Reality | Noemí Rivera
Nothing exists, until we PERCEIVE it. Nothing is real, until we give it a MEANING...
There is something romantic about traveling by bus in the evening. You feel like a postmodern version of Caspar Friedrich’s ‘Wanderer above the Sea of Fog’. Bus, Postmodernism, Wander, Character Art, Traveling, How Are You Feeling, Version, Evening, Romantic
Evening by bus | Noemí Rivera
There is something romantic about traveling by bus in the evening. You feel like a postmodern version of Caspar Friedrich’s ‘Wanderer above the Sea of Fog’.
How to pronounce the second most difficult words in English: You were right. Minding Your Own Business, How To Pronounce, Be Honest With Yourself, Disagreement, Self Help Book, Communication Skills, Book Title, Make Sense, Sarcasm
The books we desperately need in our bookshops | Noemí Rivera
How to pronounce the second most difficult words in English: You were right.
The life-changing magic of minding your own business. A concise guide to achieving inner peace and happiness. Mind You, Life Changing
The books we desperately need in our bookshops | Noemí Rivera
The life-changing magic of minding your own business. A concise guide to achieving inner peace and happiness.