Marlon Gael

What nobody sees "

Sometimes I feel that I show too much, and other times I feel that I show nothing.The skin looks easy, but there are days when the difficult thing would be to show the soul.Behind every flirtatious look, there are thoughts that nobody imagines.And behind each sexy smile, there are silences that sometimes weigh.Today I do not come to seduce. Just write what I have many times.Because not everything you see in me is fire. Sometimes I am also smoke, shadow, calm.And that is also part of the show ... although nobody noticed it.

🌒 Nights that do not forget

Last night I turned off the lights and I was silent.There was no music, there were no messages, only the echo of my thoughts.Sometimes, when everything stops, it is when we do more noise.I remembered things that I thought forgotten, wishes that I have not fulfilled and promises that I made myself.Has it ever happened to you for a simple night to change your soul a little?To me. And I don't know if I want to rest the same.

What taught me a descansando night

I couldn\'t descansar last night. Not because of insomnia, or for concerns ... I just wanted to stop my mind.I thought about everything I want to achieve, what is afraid of me, in what I want and I still do not dare to look.Sometimes, when everything is silent, it is when the heart speaks stronger.And I understood that not always rest is to close my eyes ... Sometimes it is to let the soul breathe.Today I got tired, yes ... but also clearer, firmer, more me.

The silences that also speak

Today I was thinking about everything we say ... without saying anything.A look, a pause, a respite ... sometimes they say more than a thousand words.Has it happened to you that someone looks at you and you feel that your soul bares you, without touching you?It happens to me. And I confess: I love it.Because there are silences that caress, which cause, that invite.And in this world full of noise, they seem like a gift.

My skin also has secrets

Sometimes nothing needs to be said ... My skin speaks alone.When I feel like it, I notice it in my breathing, in the way I cross my legs, how I bite my lip without thinking.Today I have a soft fire, of those who don't burn ... but they heat slowly, causing without hurry.Has it happened to you? That desire that begins in the mind and ends throughout the body.Well, I am today ... dangerous, quiet, and with too much imagination.

What you don't see also counts

Sometimes I wonder how many things we take for granted: the smile we show, the words we say, even the silence we keep. But behind each gesture there is a story. Maybe today I laughed, but inside I was thinking about something I didn't say. Maybe I was silent because I didn't know how to explain what I felt.Today I don't want you to understand me, I just want you to know that what you don't see too. That sometimes the toughest battle is the one that is free in silence ... and yet, here I am, showing you my best version.

When nobody sees me ...

Sometimes I wonder who I am when nobody is looking at me. When the lights are turned off, when the camera is closed and there is no emojis floating on the screen.I think in those moments is when I discover the most. I like to dance in my room without rhythm, talk alone, think about things that I would never say aloud. There is a version of me that only I know, and although many believe they see me complete, they barely touch the surface.Today I don't want to tell you what I did or what I ate. I just want them to wonder the same thing: who are you when nobody sees you?

Today I want you to look at me without hurry ...

A veces me gusta imaginar como seria si me tuvieras al frente, sin pantallas, sin distancia. Si pudieras mirar mis ojos y notar todo lo que no digo... Hoy estoy asi, con ganas de conexion real, de esas miradas largas que dicen mas que mil palabras, de esos silencios que se sienten comodos, intensos, tuyos y mios.Hoy estare por mas tiempo... por si te animas a quedarte, mirarme, y descubrir lo que pasa cuando nadie mas esta mirando.

What I don't say, also talks about me

Today I realized how many things we shut up for fear, for pride or simply because we believe they don't matter.But what we do not say also builds our history.The looks we dodged, the messages that we do not send, the "I miss you" that stay in the chest ... all that also speaks.And sometimes, stronger than words.Today I decided to hear my silence. And, even if he doesn't share everything, I know that each part of me tells something. Even when I don't speak.And you? What are you saying without saying it?

The game started with a look ...

Today I don't need beautiful words.Only that look that says everything ... the one that starts soft and ends burning.The one that bakes me without touching me and make me to imagine what would come later.Today I'm hungry ... but not food.I want to play with desire, to provoke it, to stretch it like a tense thread until it breaks.And if you were here ...You would know which part of me is shouting for a little attention.

Sometimes I just want to turn off the world

Today I woke up with the feeling of being in a thousand places at the same time ... but none really. There are days where everything seems too fast and I just want a pause, a silence, a break.It is not sadness, it is more like a desire to disappear for a while of noise. To put out the cell phone, close my eyes and return to me. Because among so many faces, so many messages, so many expectations ... sometimes I forget what I need.Today my priority is me. And if you are reading this, hopefully you also give you that permission.

Between lights and silences

Sometimes they ask me if all this is just a show ...And the truth is not. Every laugh, every look, every pause ... I'm also me.Here, between soft lights and music that caresses the soul, I discover a little every day.Not only play, I also feel.And although many only see the skin, I know that those who stay, find something else.

Between noise and silence

Today I thought about how much we look for distractions not to listen to us. We put music, we see series, we talk to anyone ... but we avoid being silent with ourselves.Sometimes the real chaos is not out, but inside. And that's why we fled. But today I did something different: I was silent. I listened to myself. I understood a little more.It was not easy ... but it was real.And sometimes, that's the only thing we need.

Sometimes I don't say anything ... but I think everything

There are days when my mouth is silent, but my mind does not stop.I look, I smile, and pretend to be distracted, but inside I have a universe of thoughts dancing without control.I think about what I want, what I lack, what I want ...And sometimes I also think about you.How it would be for you to look at me without hurry, to guess my silences, that you read me between the lines.I do not always say what I feel, but if I ever smile for you without reason, it is because you were thought.

The cold coffee theory

They say that when someone leaves his coffee and forgets him until he cools, it is because he was doing something important. But what if life were like a cold coffee? What if we spent so much time distracting ourselves with other things that we forgot to enjoy what we really wanted?I wonder how many times we have let something cool in our lives. A message that we do not send, an opportunity that we let go, a kiss that we did not dare to give. How many times have we said "later" and in the end that "after" never arrived?Today I decided not to let my coffee cool. I don't know how hot the future will be, but at least I enjoy this sip now.

Error 404: I was not found

I tried to disconnect from the world for a few hours. I turned off the phone, closed the networks, I turned a digital ghost. The result? A strange feeling of freedom ... and paranoia.My mind played with the idea that someone, in some internet corner, was wondering: "Where is it?" But the truth is that nobody noticed my absence. The world continued to turn, the messages continued to arrive, the posts continued accumulating in the feed.Then I asked myself: do we really exist if no one is seeing us? Or are we just pixels on someone else's screen?I decided to return. But who knows ... maybe one day I will erase me at all.

The art of waiting

They say that everything comes at the time, but what happens when the wait becomes eternal? Sometimes we feel that time puts us to the test, which plays with our patience and challenges us to continue believing. But wait is not just an empty space, it is the process where we grow, where we learn to value what we really want.There are days when it seems that nothing progresses, that everything remains the same, and anxiety consumes us. But if we look back, we realize that we have changed, evolved, even without realizing it. What seemed impossible before, today is just a memory of a battle overcome.Waiting is not wasting time. It is to prepare for what is coming. And when finally comes, we understand that every minute was worth it.

disappear and return

Sometimes I like to play with the idea of disappearing. Not in a literal sense, but in that feeling of fading for a while, letting the world continue to turn without me. Turn off the phone, ignore notifications, disconnect from everything.It is curious how silence can be a shelter and, at the same time, a trap. Because after a while, the mind begins to be filled with questions: "Will they have missed me?", "Will anyone notice my absence?" And that's when I realize that disappearing is not as easy as it seems.But the best thing to get away is the return. Back with a different energy, with new stories, with a mysterious smile that nobody knows where it comes from. Perhaps, disappear from time to time is the key to seek us again ... or to find ourselves.

The reflection in the mirror

Sometimes, the mirror is more than a simple object: it is a silent judge, a confidant and, in the darkest days, an enemy. We look at him looking for answers, but many times we only find questions. Who am I today? Do I like what I see?Today I stop in front of the mirror more time than normal. Not to fix myself, but to observe me. Look beyond the skin, beyond the image that others see. And in that pause, I understood that the reflection does not always show the truth. Sometimes, it reflects our fears, our doubts, our insecurities. But if we look patiently, we can also see the strength, history and beauty in us.Maybe it's not about changing what we see, but about changing how we see it.

Midnight

There are nights in which silence weighs more than the noise of the day. Moments when my mind travels to places that I did not know that they existed within me. I wonder if we all have those hidden thoughts that only emerge when the city is off and the moon is our only company.Sometimes, in this calm, I am face to face with my fears, my desires and my craziest dreams. And although insomnia sits like a rest thief, he also gives me the clarity of understanding who I am and where I want to go.Have you ever had a deep conversation with yourself in the middle of the night?