I lost myself between the heavy lines of traffic and the song playing on the radio. The rain triggered me to pull away from myself and everything else around. In the middle of the stop light and the go signal, where I am challenged to go deeper into something else.
In the meadows of what if’s and what’s. In the clear blue skies where the sunlight burns the ends of my soul in Minas Gerais’ sky, Congonhas do Campo city, Ouro Preto city, Mariana city… In the baroque arts from old churches, where the devil keeps fighting with angels among men’s sins.
At the gate of holiness where faith and truth lies clear. In the books where I am taught to imagine and that everything I can think of is real. On the pages of the manuscript that digs deep in my bones only to succumb the realness of reality. On the printed images on paper where perception is distorted and blurred away, where everything keeps me away from you.
On the makeshift of humanity. By the exchange of glances between him and I. Between the shared advice of myself and an acquaintance. On the sobs of my friends of pain and heartbreak. On the diluted pupils of my loved ones where I vowed to love and carry them with me wherever I go. Along the walls that I surround me and on infinite routes of my imagination lost in myself.
I lost myself in truth, in love, in hope. And that’s where I also found me… ❤
Beatriz Esmer 