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.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
" Don't say anymore word than you already have, don't..." I stuck a finger out at him, sauntering away on my heels when a hand wrapped itself around my arm. Breathlessly he whispered, "You know that I do love you and...fine, what exactly was I supposed to do?" "Protect me and stand up for me. That is what you do for someone who you claim you love!" ************ Out to spite her ex-boyfriend after he had broken up with her on her birthday, Daphne slept with a stranger who turned out to be his uncle while trying to rebuff his words that she was unwanted by others. Was she ready for the wild chase that followed when he found out years later that she had been pregnant with his heirs and that she had been hiding the truth all this while? Faced with the ruthless CEO, known as the beast, who wasn't ready to back down, Daphne does everything possible to make sure her kids wouldn't be taken from her, but what happens when love gets in the mix of it all? Would she be able to conquer these weird feelings and give in her all amidst her scars? And with how deadly he turned out to be? And faced with her ex who still wants her back, what choice is she going to make?
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
"I, Sophia Addison, of the Crescent Moon Pack, deny your rejection, Jacob Carter." I smiled triumphantly at him and he just glared at me. I can hear loud gasps and whispers throughout the place. They cannot believe that their goody-two-shoes of a senior year president is rejecting me in front of everybody. What goody-two-shoes? More like a two faced jerk! That is why, here I am, denying his rejection. Oh well, I refuse to suffer alone. So...let us both suffer together my dear mate.
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...