Un libro para las damas by María del Pilar Sinués
Un libro para las damas by María del Pilar Sinués
No es la poesía tan sólo aquel rayo que ilumina la mente del que hace versos.
La poesía está en el mundo bajo diversas formas, y vive entre nosotros sin que nos apercibamos de su presencia.
La poesía en la mujer es hermana del sentimiento, es la blanca y perfumada flor que brota en el corazon: cuando el huracan del dolor ha agostado todas las demas flores del alma, la de la poesía desplega su corola más hermosa que nunca.
Las lágrimas son su rocío; la resignacion es el sol benéfico que la calienta con sus tibios resplandores.
La poesía es la compa?era inseparable de la mujer buena y la que embellece el hogar doméstico. ?Desgraciada la mujer que la desconoce, y desgraciado tambien el hombre que busca, para compa?era suya, una mujer prosaica y materialista! Si busca un alma fria, se encontrará con un alma dura; si busca un corazon destituido de ilusiones, será fácil que halle un corazon vacío y desgarrado.
Toda mujer que cuida de embellecer su casa y de hacer dichosa á su familia, tiene un alma poética.
Una madre meciendo á su hijo sobre sus rodillas, junto á un balcon entoldado de flores, está rodeada, á mis ojos, de una poesía tan bella como elocuente.
Una jóven sentada al lado de su anciano padre, leyendo con suave y dulce voz, para distraerle en las largas noches de invierno, ofrece un cuadro de tierna y sublime poesía.
No he conocido un sér más poético que una jóven, hija de un anciano militar, que se casó con un pobre empleado de pocos a?os y de ménos haberes: yo la conocí despues de casada y madre de un ni?o de algunos meses; vivia ademas con ellos su anciano padre, compartiendo la modesta y casi mísera existencia de sus hijos.
El tedio se apoderaba de mi ánimo cuando iba con mi madre á casa de alguna de sus opulentas y ociosas amigas: mi corazon, tan jóven que áun no sabía darse cuenta de sus emociones, se adormecia en el fondo de mi pecho.
Aquella monótona magnificencia; aquellos salones en los que el lujo se aglomeraba bajo mil diferentes aspectos, respirando en todos la vanidad; aquellas pesadas colgaduras de seda, que velaban el resplandor del sol; aquellos divanes, en fin, destinados á enervar en una so?olienta molicie al que los ocupase, me causaban un hastío que no podia vencer.
?Con qué afan deseaba que mi madre me concediera permiso para ir á casa de mi jóven amiga!
Margarita me atraia con una simpatía incomprensible en mi edad, pues yo no tenía aún doce a?os, y la amaba con la mayor ternura. Ella contaba apénas veintidos primaveras, y su carácter, lleno de una apacible alegría, alejaba de aquella casa á la tristeza, que no perdia la ocasion de asomar á la puerta su torva faz.
Mi amiga cuidaba de su padre, de su esposo y de su hijo: su cari?oso esmero se extendia tambien al balcon de su cuarto, que era un verdadero jardin, y á dos tórtolas que, prisioneras en una jaula de ca?as, colocada entre las macetas, se arrullaban dulcemente y se alisaban con su pico la delicada y sedosa pluma.
Siempre que iba yo á ver á Margarita la encontraba en su casa; su peque?o gabinete no tenía otros muebles que algunas sillas de enea, una mesa de graciosa hechura, sobre la cual habia siempre dos jarros de loza llenos de flores, y un armario y la cuna del ni?o, velada con cortinas de muselina blanca: junto á aquella cuna bordaba Margarita todo el tiempo que la dejaban libre sus deberes domésticos; el sueldo de su esposo era muy corto, y ella hacía el sacrificio de sus horas de reposo, entregándose á aquella ocupacion que producia algun dinero, con que contribuia al bienestar de su familia. Los que dicen que el trabajo perjudica á la salud, asientan un error: Margarita era un prodigio de belleza floreciente, de dulce y encantadora lozanía: cubria sus mejillas un sonrosado delicioso, y sus ojos brillaban con la dicha y el contento.
La ocupacion contínua es lo que conserva la tranquilidad en el espíritu de la mujer, lo que le trae una grata calma, y esa alegría igual y dulce que nace de la quietud del ánimo; el ocio es su más cruel enemigo, porque el ocio vicia su corazon, embota su entendimiento, hiela su alma y adormece todos sus buenos instintos.
For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.
"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."
In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end. Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced. This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak. Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely. Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings?
I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for me.
For three years, Natalie gave everything to be the perfect wife and mother, believing her love and effort could finally earn her a place in their hearts. Yet her sacrifices were met with betrayal from her husband and cold rejection from her son. In their eyes, she was nothing but a manipulator, using vulnerability to get her way. Her husband turned his back, her son misunderstood her, and she never truly belonged. Heartbroken yet determined, Natalie left her old life behind. When her family finally begged for a second chance, she looked at them and said, "It's too late."
I'm a moaning mess as Antonio slams into me from behind. His hips hit me hard, and each deep thrust sends shockwaves through my body. My breasts bounce with every movement, my eyes roll back, and I moan his name without control. The pleasure he gives me is overwhelming-I can't hold it in. I feel my walls tighten around his thick length. The pressure builds fast, and then- I explode around him, my orgasm tearing through me. He groans loud and deep as he releases inside me, his hot seed spilling into me in thick pulses. Just when I think he's done, his grip shifts. He turns me over and lays me flat on the bed. His dark eyes stare into mine for a moment, filled with raw hunger. I glance down- He's still hard. Before I can react, he grabs my wrists, pins me down, and pushes himself inside me again. He fills me completely. My hips rise on instinct, meeting his rhythm. Our bodies move together, locked in a wild, uncontrollable dance. "You're fucking sweet," he groans, his voice rough and breathless. "I can't get enough of you... not after that night, Sol," he growls, slamming into me harder. The force of his words and his thrusts make my body shake. "Come for me," he commands, his voice low and full of heat. And just like that, my body trembles. Waves of pleasure crash over me. I cry out, shaking with the force of my orgasm. "Mine," he growls again, louder this time. His voice is feral, wild, like a beast claiming what belongs to him. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. *** Solene was betrayed, humiliated, and erased by Rowan Brook, the man she once called husband, Solene is left with nothing but her name and a burning hunger for revenge. She turns to the one man powerful enough to destroy the Brooks family from within: Rowan's estranged and dangerous uncle, Antonio Rodriguez. He's ruthless. A playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice. But when Solene walks into his world, he doesn't just break the rules, he creates new ones just for her. What begins as a calculated game quickly spirals into obsession, power plays, and secrets too deadly to stay buried. Because Solene isn't just anyone's ex... she's the woman they should've never underestimated. Can she survive the price of revenge? Or will her heart become the next casualty? And when the truth comes out, will Antonio still choose her... or destroy her?
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