Authentication ©

You do not need  to be authenticated by others  in order to thrive.  Just be authentically you,  and you will own your mind,  your life and your happiness.  By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) May 27th, 2019 – Fl. USA. #carolinaswords 

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From Within ©

For fearing rejection I made myself all yours For fearing loneliness I attached myself to you Now, I fear the emptiness the one that comes from this deceit. Now, I feel the unhappiness  the sorrow dripping down my chin. All of this fear is coming from within From not believing in me from not fulfilling…

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The Load ©

A heavy bag of emotions it’s all that I have at hand. A heavy bag of intentions it’s what you seem to have. Perhaps together we can share the load, perhaps together we can carry it all, walking side by side, we could reach the wall, the one where we could just toss it over…

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Deafness ©

I might have the right words to let you know how much you are worth; I could whisper them to you so quietly that your skin will feel them and the air of my breath will softly make the hairs of your neck stand; but the distance is so immense that the echo will swallow…

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Tell Me I’m Yours ©

Tell me there is nothing more tell me there is only love. I will be happy with just us both enjoying and adoring our souls. But I know you won’t tell me so because you are now wondering all alone looking for fantasies in a different world the ones that provide your ego with endless…

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Piece of Me ©

“Some levels of peace and tranquility can be achieved by the acceptance of one’s mistakes.” Carolina Gonzalez – (Carolina Portilla Garcés) © July 11th, 2012 #carolinaswords

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Pressing On ©

One by one I feel them in my skin taking over my will and overpowering my sins. One by one I feel them firmly on me taking away my silence and echoing your screams. One by one I fell them marking my skin giving me fear and sorrow while battering my wish. One by one…

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My Ghost ©

Is my ghost staring at me? Screaming in silence what my deft heart has not been yet allowed to hear? Am I just witnessing it howl? It’s knees are bending, it all comes down; it’s air is gone, but it’s eyes still shine. Nuances of restoration, fixated with my volatile life, are stitching an endless…

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