At 3 am almost nothing, an abandoned city, my heart doesn’t know anything, this street has nothing of me, nothing… This city that keeps me, sad dawn, everything and nothing, and the cold hands touch me softly, know, my poor heart doesn’t know anything… By 3 am… all the words shut up themselves, silent and I just write silly prosaic proses an etymology lost within me… ♥ Continue reading This city…
I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Continue reading I have looked in the mirror…
Disappointment. The culmination of the feeling that tends to come when someone does not live up to your expectations. They signed no contract and have no accountability toward to you to be the person you thought them to be. They can only be themselves, or rather, the person they choose to be around you. Sometimes people change. They can be this amazing, soft, and full being whom you begin to learn so much about. You can feel so safe when you are with them, so sure of their character and the actions they will take. But, remember, a person is … Continue reading Disappointment…
The size of people varies according to the different degrees how they deal with us. The people are enormous for us, when they speak about what they read and lived, what they have learned and they share it with us, when they treat us with love and respect, when they look in our eyes and give us a big smile, there is no space for greed, envy or competition. They are small for us when they only think about themselves, when they behave in a little gentle way, when they fail exactly when they should show what is more important … Continue reading The size of people…
Anesthesia looks like it will not pass, it is hard to awaken after this great defeat of… First, let me try to explain what are the meanings of football to me and millions of Brazilians: Football permeates daily life and the imaginary of all Brazilian people in general, even those who do not appreciate and do not follow it. It is present even in colloquial language in everyday expressions as “embolou o meio de campo — Pack the midfield” (it means a mess), “she was laid to the corner colocou — fulana para escanteio ” (she was slighted), “he … Continue reading And I keep numbing…
It is not about getting naked anymore or trying to watch the sunset. It’s about grasping onto someone who will not move when you tell them how you really feel or what happens when you are alone with the sound of the fan above your head. It’s not even about holding hands anymore, it’s about being able to talk to someone without feeling the awkwardness of being vulnerable, even when you feel the chills run down your spine from an unfamiliar cause… ❤ Continue reading Naked…
I am the color of fire, I burn tall and bright if I’m allowed to breathe, if you feed me, I will keep you warm throughout the night, I will light your way, show you that there is no darkness that I can’t overcome and those in my surroundings shall never fear the shadows. I am the color of blood, the essence of life, the liquid that runs through you, that can give you strength, makes you live, not by oxygen but with words I run to touch your heart and make you thrive. I am the color of passion and … Continue reading Who am I, you ask?
If you’ve been reading my posts for any length of time, you’ll probably know there are a few things I’m rather passionate about. Music, great writing, history, education, science, compassion, travel… these all hold special places in my heart. Bigger things, challenges, growth, introspection, and the psychology behind so many things we experience along our paths also enthrall me. I’d love to be a fly on the wall of humanity, witnessing the ways in which we live, interact with each other, think of and define ourselves, react and relate to people and events, and why every one of us is … Continue reading If you have been reading me…
Let’s go Brazil… My heart is Green and Yellow … ♥ Continue reading Brazil…
I keep pretending to know, but I do not really know anything. Indeed, there is this knowing within, but it keeps slipping away with the labels and conditions I assign and require of every situation and experience encountered… Perhaps, I will relax into not knowing for a while, empty my cup and allow it to be re-filled without this “I” getting in the way… I am a lifelong learner… ♥ Photo: Vicente (my brother) and I … a long time ago… 😉 Continue reading I keep pretending…
Beatriz Esmer 