<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Berto | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/BertoelMatador</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Berto</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776107234</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>the contrast once love is settled.</title>
			<description>I was with a romantic,&amp;nbsp;but needed nothing from her.Now I'm with a realist,&amp;nbsp;and crave everything she can't give.I found exactly what I was looking for when I wasn't looking,&amp;nbsp;but there are gaps in our interaction.What fills it, how shall the circle be navigated?A sailor sailing a childh..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador/1277082/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Aorea at Home</title>
			<description>I indulged my romanticism,and flew across an ocean to see you.You are so lovely, I was not misled by my imagination.Such easy banter, natural energy,until I speak of it.I have frightened you by my aggressiveness.A man knows when he knows.And I know.&amp;nbsp;There is not another woman on this planet.Ple..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador/1129948/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Crumbling</title>
			<description>I miss the mornings.The moment when I would find you there,still with me after the night's destructiveness,dressed in a complete absence of fabric.Recently, the fragile memories crumble.I try to recall them,but they are shards of clarity.My thoughts of you at moments still catch the light,but their ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador/1122459/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Someday </title>
			<description>I wanted to see you today,to appease my weakness for your smile.But I stood enchanted, at the gate,careful that my toes did not trespass in your garden.Perhaps I will find you someday,when you are able to be foundI shall admire you up close;when the sun shines upon the silken wave in your hair,as if..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador/1113570/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Aorea</title>
			<description>Weakened by your elegance,strengthened by your gracefulness,I remain fascinated.Like a curious moth orbiting brilliance.My mind sparks, ignited by the rhetoric.I want to ask you everything.May I whisk you away,to hear your musings on the world?Shall we plot adventures over coffee,twist the wind upon..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BertoelMatador/1090802/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>