In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unaware. The older have learned to ever expect it. I am anxious to afford some alleviation of your present distress. Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You cannot now realize that you will ever feel better. Is not this so? And yet it is a mistake. You are sure to be happy again. Remember in the depth and even the agony of despondency, which very shortly you are to feel well again. To know this, … Continue reading Death…rebirth?

Balmy summer nights and mandarin peels. How people move their hands when they speak. The intersection between past present and future, and everything that’s both lost and found. Human contradictions. Long fingers of light sweeping through a train carriage. Boys with soft, curious eyes. Boys with beautiful hands. All hands in general. Old people hands. Callouses and dimples and the way new skin grows back so much whiter, so much cleaner. Being touched tenderly, being touched brusquely, just being touched. My mother bending over in the kitchen, or on the bed’s edge rubbing lotion into her heels (a long ago). … Continue reading C’est la vie…. J’aime cette vie folle…des choses simples…

My love turned your body into a templeAnd I refuse to watch your scent off of meI go to sleep with your saliva stained prayersLickedBittenScratched Across my fleshI carry them to the gods in my dreamsSketch  —  Beatriz Esmer – 2012   Continue reading Your scent

Love is the fusion of opposites in the understanding of feelings, thoughts, and attitudes. It is mutual tolerance, motivated by intense compatibility. True love has moved beyond the blindness of mere attraction. You have become enlightened, recognizing the strengths and weaknesses in the object of your love without being disillusioned or disappointed. True love is total adjustment to the other person, so that he or she becomes the most important person to you in the world. Love is motivation for communication, for it takes more energy to communicate than to copulate. Love is not possessive, for it has no need … Continue reading Love…

The distances were opened. According to the speed, living, profound, this experience, perhaps fruitful, have been the representation of my inside out. Life with its unforeseen seems to amaze me. All our plans are superficial at life. We start Monday as if it were a small New Year’s Eve. When we are on Saturday, we plan the next business day. Are there useless days? Is there some space of time or inertia may have advantage? It is impossible to measure the possibilities of life. “It is in anguish that man gets the consciousness of his freedom”, as the French philosopher … Continue reading Opened distances…