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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.
Years ago, Cathy's husband threw himself into danger to save her. Then fate cut the cord-after the accident, he remembered everyone but the woman he'd once died for. On their third anniversary, he betrayed her, and that night she signed the divorce. Freed, she dusted off her hidden brilliance: miracle healer, racing legend, elite hacker, visionary designer. When his memories roared back, regret did, too. He stormed her wedding, pleading, "Cathy, please, one more chance!" But a certain trillionaire held her close and huffed, "Honey, someone's asking for trouble."
The night Claire Richards caught her husband cheating, she planned her revenge. She transferred billions in hidden assets, gathered undeniable proof of his affair, and destroyed the mistress's reputation. When Claire handed Lucas Bennett the divorce papers, he tore them to pieces. "Divorce? Not a chance!" Lucas snapped. But Claire only smiled. "The waiting period is over, Mr. Bennett. You're out." Sharp, stunning, and done playing nice, Claire steps into a world dominated by two powerful men: her furious ex-husband and the cold, mysterious CEO feared by all. But this time, she's calling the shots. Watch as a clear-headed woman takes control, turns heartbreak into strength, and brings the man who once cast her aside to his knees.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Kaelen was supposed to be my destiny. The future Alpha of our pack, my childhood love, and my fated mate. But one night, I smelled another woman on him-a sickly sweet Omega scent I knew all too well. I followed him and found them under the great oak, locked in a lover's kiss. His betrayal was a slow and deliberate poison. When his precious Omega, Lyra, staged a fall, he cradled her like she was made of glass. But when he sabotaged my saddle during a dangerous jump, causing my horse to throw me and break my leg, he called it a "warning" not to touch her. His care for me afterward was just damage control to avoid my father's suspicion. At a public auction, he used my family's money to buy her a priceless diamond, leaving me humiliated and unable to pay. I finally understood what I'd overheard on the pack's mind-link days before. To him and his brothers-in-arms, I was just a "pampered princess," a prize to be won for power. Lyra was the one they truly desired. He thought he could break me, force me to accept being second best. He was wrong. On the night of my 20th birthday, the night I was supposed to be bonded to him, I stood before two packs and made a different choice. I rejected him and announced my union with a rival Alpha, a man who sees me as a queen, not a consolation prize.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins-a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. "It's time to reveal your true identity, darling."
My fiancé, Richard Ahmed, had been unfaithful. His mistress, Eva Marsh, sent me a provocative video. In the video, Richard and Eva were passionately kissing, while his friends cheered loudly, "You two are perfect for each other. You should get married." Richard's parents were holding Eva's hand, saying, "You're the only one we see as part of the family." I let out a cold laugh and dialed the number of my father, the head of a criminal syndicate. "Get in touch with a team for me. I have a live stream event planned." "Alright. The condition is that you return to Zlomont and become the new head of the Brooks Group."
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