Special Moments

And just like that, in a blink of an eye; 28 days have passed since my best friend asked me to be his wife. Sometimes we take advantage of a simple Wednesday, not giving as much importance than a Saturday. Each day counts, and once they’ve passed you’ve either gathered special moments or at lost with days adding up.   I’d like to think of myself of a person whom gatheres special moments, either with my morning commute taking the wind and feeling the breeze rushing on my skin, or catching up on some homework in my porch listening to my parakeets sing. Monday to Sunday, Sunday to Monday each day counts just watch and see the beauty around you. 28 days ago, I was left in total surprise. What I had thought to be a simple- yet beautiful Wednesday to go to Manhattan and explore, turned out to be a marvelous Wednesday! A walk down Central Park, picnic in Shakespeare’s garden, stroll by the fountain; moments after moments we gathered up a fountain full.  From drinking champagne to ease my pain walking on heels, laughing for the outburst of my hunger, pleasing you with lots of photos ;-). Yes, we gathered a fountain full of moments. That Wednesday afternoon, at approximately 5:00  p.m.  you went down on one knee and with tears of joy running down- you asked me to be your wife. I will stand by your side no matter how rough the tides pull, or how heavy the rain pours. I will be by your side, holding you close to my heart and sheltering to forever keep you ground. I love you Daniel, my future husband, my one and only honey bear ♥️

Happy 1 month ENGAGED💍🎉🎉♥️♥️

Estranged Language

There’s an ancient Indian proverb that reads, “It is love that makes the impossible, possible.” It is true. You have made all that was dark in my life,light. You have given me the best gift of all, love. 

Pure and sincere with a mix of our own estranged language. Through it all, it is our very own, delicately manufactured, indescribably ours. And I can’t get enough of it. The forces are high, no wonder I can’t stop kissing you. 

  

Inner instrument

Into the woods we wandered

“Walk with me” he said
My lungs inflating with the rhythm of the trees bristling

I no longer wished, for in that kinder moment

The pathless woods gave us the inner instrument of – melody

-Di Maggio Carolina

Decadent Love

I guess what I’m trying to say is, it’s okay to be totally free and let all that you have dreamt douse you into reality. It’s no longer a dream, it’s no longer a wish. It’s euphoria. It’s heavier. Rich. 

The taste of its decadent, sweet finesse flavor soothes your ultimate delight. It’s a savory combination, immerse yourself. Let it melt with your fire. Velvety, creamy love. Indulge. 

-Di Maggio Carolina  

 

Forbidden Love

It was passion,

Scorching flames from our soul,

Waiting to be touched,

Waiting to rekindle what was once insight,

We loved

We danced

I have missed you my sweet Oceana.

Do not let the waters wash away your sweetest light.

Dark as night,

Bright as the yellow of our sun,

Sweet as the apple of the forbidden life,

Be kind. Be humble.

Be the love I have loved in our past life.

Oh my sweet Oceana.

Carolina Di Maggio

Interwoven Hush

Dreadful it is,
The storm that bellows within me,
Yet quietness my posture sits.
Dare to look into the yellow of my eyes,
There you’ll find the woman cloaked in black,
Tattooed with her mantra,
“I believe in monsters, they sit within us all.”
Terrible wonders lie neath’ the stillness of my ocean,
Time will foretell
The storm will erupt.
Quietness will no longer take my stance,
No longer will I be part of a malediction of an interwoven hush.
The mantra will come to play.

Carolina Di Maggio

Layer of love

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A rock is a rock

Yes, for years on end

A rock is a rock

Cold, warm

Solid and rough

Edgy to touch

A rock is a rock

Years on end

Time will dissipate the touch of that rock

Time will dilute the vision of that rock

But time nor touch will overturn the feeling of that rock.

Memory is an instilled projector that will forever abide with you.

I’ll never forget you

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Layer of love

A rock is a rock 

 Yes, for years on end 

A rock is a rock

Cold, warm

Solid and rough

Edgy to touch 

A rock is a rock

Years on end 

Time will dissipate the touch of that rock 

Time will dilute the vision of that rock 

But time nor touch will overturn the feeling of that rock.

Memory is an instilled projector that will forever abide with you.

I’ll never forget you 

Iron Band Wound

 

It is you once again

I only dreamt of this nightmare…

 

In front of me –

you now are

 

Disaster of my soul

I thought I murdered your life

I thought I drained you,

to the very last droplet

You have risen

Why – I may ask ?

Why dilute the purity I have been growing

It is no longer binding

It is no longer standing

You have chopped the iron band

I feel it dragging

Heavy to my limbs

Darker than the night sky

You sucked me in

You, I now  am

Master to my essence

Lord to my cries

Welcome home

–Carolina Di Maggio

 

 

 

 

 

Blossoming Dying Roses

It has been said to be cautious once you’ve been touched by her scent.
Her essence is luring.
Her pathway is distorting.
To the moon you will reach.
All to touch her sweet red lips.
A maze to your grave.
A circus of treasures,
To the blossoming dying roses,
To the fragile old man, waiting by his cage.
A secret lover you were.
A hidden fraction to her life
And now
To your grave
Au revoir,
My sweet long gone lover.
Di Maggio Carolina 💋