Glimpses of an instant that unveil the unseen
Enter the poetry of Stella Vela: fleeting sparks of truth, a luminous and sensitive voice that unveils the depth of the everyday and opens doorways to the unseen.
The Silence of Masks
In silence, all our masks fall down,
No words remain to lie or please,
The heart beats on, its only sound
Revealing what we’d never seize.
Water Mirror
Calm water shows what we conceal,
Beneath the masks we weave from lies,
It mirrors souls with truth revealed,
Our naked selves from slumber rise.
The Magic of an Encounter
Suspended between the lake’s mirror and the sky’s embrace,
Where silences speak louder than all words ever could,
The water reflects dreams we believed time had erased,
The Web of Our Destinies
Day after day, we weave our story’s thread,
Each choice lays silk upon the loom of time,
The fabric grows, so fragile, finely spread,
Bearing our dreams in patterns sublime.
The Silence of Masks
In silence, all our masks fall down,
No words remain to lie or please,
The heart beats on, its only sound
Revealing what we’d never seize.
Silence carves our truths so deep,
Erodes the walls of our defense,
Within this void, souls weep
Their most secret confidence.
Each word unsaid finds its place
In solitude’s sacred hall,
Silence grants the needed space
To hear our truths through it all.
In this peace, troubled and bare,
Our authentic selves appear,
Silence knows what we don’t share,
It lifts each veil we hold dear.
Stronger than our every lie,
Silence reveals dreams we deny.
Water Mirror
Calm water shows what we conceal,
Beneath the masks we weave from lies,
It mirrors souls with truth revealed,
Our naked selves from slumber rise.
Below the surface, no disguise,
All artifice dissolves away,
Each ripple whispers what it spies
The heart’s own secret words at play.
She purifies, washes deceit,
Bears all our fears to time’s wide shore,
Within her glass so clear and fleet,
Our truest selves emerge once more.
Water knows our deepest core,
Revealing souls through seasons’ lore
The Magic of an Encounter
Suspended between the lake’s mirror and the sky’s embrace,
Where silences speak louder than all words ever could,
The water reflects dreams we believed time had erased,
Each breath rises from some secret, sacred place,
A glance that meets yours from another star’s bright hood,
A soul appears, gentle as dreams we’ve always chased,
And suddenly, all within remembers love’s sweet grace,
Time pauses, fragile yet luminous in its glow,
Clouds drift like veils of gossamer and light,
Heaven’s radiance waltzes with thoughts that softly flow,
Each moment becomes eternity’s sacred vow,
And horizons bow, embracing the absolute sight.
Where, as if by magic, one soul’s fleeting show
Can rewrite the course of a life somehow.
The Web of Our Destinies
Day after day, we weave our story’s thread,
Each choice lays silk upon the loom of time,
The fabric grows, so fragile, finely spread,
Bearing our dreams in patterns sublime.
Each glance exchanged weaves silver in the weave,
Invisible bonds ‘tween strangers as they pass,
Sometimes gold thread makes two souls believe
In brief encounters through life’s looking glass.
Our trembling hands guide needle’s gentle art,
Embroidering love, fear, anger’s fire,
Each stitch matters in this work apart
Tapestry of joy and dark desire.
We are all weavers of our destined days,
Creating patterns in shadow and light,
The web reveals our true and secret ways,
Beyond all masks that hide us from sight.
These precious bonds illuminate the frame,
Give meaning to the path we walk below,
Unique tapestry where dances our flame,
In this eternal work we ever sow.