Keleven
@keleven01
Sometimes love isn’t written in letters, it’s written in fire.
It took me over a year to shape this. Not because I didn’t know what to say… but because every word had to be true.
Because this song is her: Sielo, my partner, my love, my home.
“El fuego construyó” is not just a song. It’s my way of showing that love can also rhyme, that commitment can also sound like rap.
And even if many don’t say it, we all want that: someone who is root, wings and refuge, and who brings you peace.
Someone who sees you when you can’t go on, and still holds you like you’re everything. That’s all that’s right in this world. Thank you for so much, my love.
Today I share it in web3 on /tortoise by @mattlee
Not for it to be heard, but for it to be felt.
And if you’ve ever loved like this… you know this will hit you deep, that desire for something real to happen is always there.
This song is for you @sielo , the love of my life, my right hand, my partner, my fiancée, and my pillar.
THIS IS RAP 📀 3 replies
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We are not just a body. We are not just a mind.
We are a weave of dimensions, layers of consciousness breathing together now.
Since I was a child, I knew there was more.
The invisible spoke louder than the obvious.
Now I see: I don’t have just one body. We are many in one.
Eleven bodies, eleven portals, eleven ways to vibrate.
There is the physical body, that feels and moves.
The energetic, that animates and dances unseen.
The emotional, that holds memories and feelings.
The mental, that thinks and sometimes flies or calms.
The karmic, that carries and releases old sadness.
The intuitional, that brings certainties and wisdom.
The soul, which is pure essence and remembers.
The spiritual, that connects with the divine.
The causal, that holds deep causes and effects.
The body of light, pure and luminous energy.
And the cosmic, that unites with universal consciousness.
When I sing, I sing from that depth. 3 replies
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This photo is over a year old — back when, after saving up, my uncle and I were able to buy a grow tent, the fans, the soil, the pots, the seeds, and the light.
Growing isn’t just about smoking — growing has its own magic.
A true grower knows exactly what I’m talking about.
There’s nothing better than watching what you’re going to consume grow, pouring your love and attention into it.
It’s like when you tidy up your room, your house, or wash your car — that feeling of satisfaction after the wait and the work is something not everything can give you.
Hands up if you’re a grower 🖐 0 reply
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