Magma Star
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Geologist and poet, author of 5 poetry collections.
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The Architecture of Silence: An Engineer’s Blueprint for Peace in the Heart of Paris
In a world suffering from chronic noise, silence is often perceived as an emptiness—a lack of something. But for me, as an engineer who spent years studying the atomic structure of minerals, silence is something entirely different: it is the densest form of existence. It is not the absence of sound; it is a perfectly balanced vacuum. It is that specific, protected space where external chaotic pressure equalizes with internal strength, allowing the crystals of our soul to grow without fractures or flaws in their lattice.
By Magma Star2 days ago in Journal
Sediments of Joy
Sometimes all it takes is a second, a single flash on the screen, for the whole world we once knew to crash back into our present. Recently, while flipping through channels, I came across an image of that old, foot-operated air pump from the 1970s. Do you remember it? It was orange, made of ribbed plastic, somewhat unsightly, but in our childish eyes, it was the key that unlocked the summer. That specific sound—pfff-tack, pfff-tack—as we inflated beach mattresses on the hot sand, still rings in my ears.
By Magma Star4 days ago in Journal
The Silence of the Parisian Parquet
For fifteen years, my life was a perfectly calibrated microscope. Every morning at 6:00 AM, without exception, the alarm clock was my general. It lined me up like a soldier—getting ready, out the door, waiting for the bus or the SkyTrain in Vancouver. At exactly 7:50 AM, I would hold my Starbucks coffee in my hand, not as a pleasure, but as fuel for an engine that wasn’t allowed to stop. At exactly 8:00 AM, I would turn on the light on my microscope.
By Magma Star5 days ago in Poets
The Erosion of Toxic People: How I Learned to Say “No” Without Guilt
In geology, erosion is not an act of aggression; it is an act of purification. It is a quiet but unstoppable force of nature that slowly, drop by drop, washes away the soft, unstable, and barren layers of earth so that ultimately, only the bedrock remains—the rock that is solid, structured, and can withstand eternity. For years, as a mineralogy engineer, I observed this process in nature, not realizing that my own soul was buried under layers of “bad earth.” I allowed my living space to be a landfill for other people’s dramas, failures, and energetic hunger, until my own terrain began to collapse under the weight of others.
By Magma Star6 days ago in Viva
The Steering Wheel of Your Soul
For a long time, I believed that life was a workshop, not a road. You know that feeling when you are constantly “under the hood,” your hands covered up to the elbows in the black oil of old traumas, technical debts of the past, and the incessant need to fix something? For years, I was the chief mechanic of my own destiny. A geologist by profession, a mineralogy engineer by education, but in my soul, an eternal repairer of breakdowns that never seemed to end. My field was the study of solid matter, but my life often felt like quicksand.
By Magma Star7 days ago in Journal
From Minerals to Memoirs: How I Found My Malachite Peace in Paris
For years, my mind was a precisely calibrated instrument. As a mineralogy engineer, I was trained to look for order, stability, and the perfect crystal lattice in everything. If a disruption appeared in the structure, my task was to understand why it happened and how to repair it. I believed that life, just like a rock, could be analyzed, categorized, and, if necessary, fixed. But living in Paris, under the hat of Magma Star, has taught me that the most beautiful structures are those born from complete emotional chaos.
By Magma Star9 days ago in Journal
Growing Up in Split: The Scent of Rain and Angels Without Wings
Whenever I close my eyes and think of my childhood, I don't see clear pictures. I smell things first. I smell the wet, white limestone of the Riva. I smell the salt that the southern wind, the Jugo, carries through the narrow stone alleys of the palace. And most of all, I smell that heavy, dusty scent of rain hitting the hot pavement of Split after a long, dry summer.
By Magma Star10 days ago in Humans
The Price of Freedom and the Path Back to Myself
They say diamonds are created under incredible, crushing pressure, buried deep within the earth where no light can reach them. But nobody tells you how much that pressure hurts while it lasts. Nobody warns you about the darkness, the suffocation, and the agonizingly slow passage of time before the transformation finally happens.
By Magma Star12 days ago in Confessions
Geology of the Soul: Scars, Mines, and the Scent of Freedom
As a geologist, I spent my life studying rocks, the ancient layers of the earth, and the immense, unseen force with which nature shapes the world. I know how mountains are formed through violent collisions and how rivers carve valleys over millennia. But I learned the hardest, most profound geology on my own skin. I learned that the most valuable crystals are never found resting easily on the surface; they are formed deep in the dark, under a crushing pressure that would turn an ordinary stone to dust.
By Magma Star12 days ago in Humans
Malachite Soul: The Art of Dancing Through Life
If you ask me what stone I am, I will not tell you I am granite. Granite is hard, unchanging, and cold. I am malachite. My soul spills from a deep green forest into the celestial blue of the ocean. I am a stone that breathes, that adapts to light and people, carrying romance and softness, but also an indestructible structure. Like a fish in the sea, I do not trudge through life – I dance. My strength is no longer in banging my head against a wall, but in that elegant movement with which I bypass obstacles. My adaptability is not a weakness; it is my supreme intelligence of survival.
By Magma Star12 days ago in Poets
