The industry does not seduce. It organizes. This is the first misunderstanding people make when they speak about power systems. They imagine temptation, corruption, moral weakness. In reality, the industry works through structure. It does not ask who you are. It asks what function you can perform. Once that function
The music industry is not an industry of sound. It is an industry of emotional extraction. Talent grants access — not freedom. Visibility is exchanged for availability. Narrative replaces autonomy. What is commonly referred to as an “artist’s image” is often a curated identity: externally assembled, behaviorally constrained, optimized for
There is a moment when you realize that what you called “love,” “calling,” or “connection” has quietly turned into dependence. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just exhausting. This text is for women and authors 35+ who are done with: * waiting for signs instead of making decisions, * confusing intensity with intimacy, * giving
The Circle of the Axis There are women you don’t study. You meet them. Not in history books, not in myths retold by others, but in moments when your own life breaks open and asks a question no one else can answer for you. This is not a gallery
For those who gave too much to the wrong fire. I once believed that if I gave enough —waited enough, cried enough, transformed enough —he would awaken. But the fire was not mutual. It consumed, but it did not warm. This is for those who confused intensity with truth. For
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The moment the world bent. There was a day when the coordinates of my life collapsed. Not like a tragedy but like a realignment. I didn’t fall. I pivoted. “She is no longer rotating around others,” said the wind. “She found her axis.” The shift was invisible. But everything
A poetic ritual of departure. A woman reclaims herself after lifetimes of waiting.This time, I won’t wait. No arms. No womb. No echo. Let him taste the silence he poured into me.A poetic ritual of departure. A woman reclaims herself after lifetimes of waiting.
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There are exits that look like endings. And then there are exits that open new timelines. This was not heartbreak. This was the end of a karmic contract — and the beginning of sovereignty. I share this not for drama, but as a spell of clarity. For every woman who gave
Italy, like her, is a riddle of beauty and bondage. Behind every gesture — a code. She’s not here to pose with pasta. She’s here to rewrite the rules — in heels, with sass, and a Vespa full of secrets.
La Perla The family apartment of Luca, near the Spanish Steps, faced the building where Garibaldi once lived. On the right corner — the Dada women’s clothing boutique. On the left — a billboard bearing the word “Dodo.” Straight ahead — the La Perla boutique. Before great love, I always go through
Life between 3D and 5D — with astral lovemaking in between. Disclaimer This book is a work of spiritual fiction and intimate memory. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used either in a fictionalized manner or respectfully transformed. Any resemblance to real persons, living or deceased, is woven through the fabric
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