Month: January 2024

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I am a woman who resides in every line I write …

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If the words are memories of love, then I write to awaken the love within me. Poetry is the tender embrace on the other side, a kindness preserved in the eyes of a lover. And if it is not the poet who translates the silences, and if poetry is a collection of endless possibilities, then who am I? I am a woman who resides in every line I write, even if they never find me, they reveal the essence of my being through each word. Even if I cannot be fully unveiled in each verse, I exist in a kingdom … Continue reading I am a woman who resides in every line I write …

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Sweet words …

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If I knew how to select a word, and determine which would be effective. I promise I would take chances with them, and choose the most beautiful one… …and then tie it next to my love, a blessing so tender and delicate. A sweetness to greet you in your daily life. Bringing a smile to your lips, and freeing you from this solitary and mad life. With the sweetness that only I understand about poetry… Copyright © Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Sweet words …

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A simple life

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In the quiet embrace of the sea, I yearn for a small white house, a haven where the waves whisper their secrets, and the salty breeze carries the song of the ocean. Here, amidst the tranquil expanse, I dream of cats and dogs frolicking in the sun-dappled garden, their playful spirits a testament to the simple joys of life. In the heart of this sanctuary, an art studio beckons, a space where creativity unfurls like the petals of a blooming flower. Here, old vinyl records spin melodies of jazz, their soulful tunes weaving through the air, inspiring the words of … Continue reading A simple life

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The art does not frontiers

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The art my love is not a product of privilege and luxury, but rather a creation of struggle and hardship. It is not nurtured in the arms of gentle mothers or loving parents, but rather in the harsh realities of the ghettos and favelas. It does not discriminate based on color, race, or creed, for it is a force that transcends all boundaries. It is generous in its ability to uplift and empower, revolutionizing the hearts and minds of those who have been oppressed and marginalized. It gives wings to the afflicted, allowing them to soar above their circumstances and … Continue reading The art does not frontiers

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ig·no·rance

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/ˈiɡnərəns/ noun lack of knowledge or information. The notion of escaping ignorance through conversion, changing nationalities, or marriage is a fallacy that perpetuates a flawed understanding of knowledge and enlightenment. Ignorance is not a tangible entity from which one can flee; it is an intangible state of unawareness that permeates human experience. The fallacy lies in the belief that one can outrun or transcend ignorance through external changes, when in reality, true transformation can only occur from within. Attempting to escape ignorance through conversion or changing nationalities is a misguided pursuit, as it fails to address the root of ignorance, … Continue reading ig·no·rance

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I’m a lover, but I’m also one hell of a fighter …

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In the labyrinth of love and life, I stand as a lover, but also a fierce warrior. My loyalty is not a shackle, nor a web of clinginess—it’s a testament to my unwavering devotion. I yearn to share in your days, to understand your world, and to stand by you in moments of need. Yet, I am acutely aware that we are distinct entities, each with our own sacred space. I am drawn to challenges, but never will I vie for your affection in a contest of hearts. Time, that elusive treasure, has become my most cherished possession. I refuse … Continue reading I’m a lover, but I’m also one hell of a fighter …

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Wanted & Desired

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In the tender tumult of teenage years, I unraveled the stark disparity between being wanted and being truly desired. I discovered that the depths of intimacy are not merely measured by the exploration of physical realms in the hushed hours of 3 am, but by the gentle strokes of solace offered when the haunting whispers of demons refuse to slumber. I learned that the convergence of these two realms is not an impossibility, for I have tasted its sweetness and mourned its loss. Yet, I implore you to tread cautiously. Do not surrender your heart to one who seeks only … Continue reading Wanted & Desired

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Vulnerability

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It is a terrifying notion, to bare your soul to another, to stand before them in all your vulnerability. To shed the layers of protection and reveal the marks that tell the stories of your life. The stretch marks, birth marks, and scars that map out the journey of your existence. Each one a testament to the battles you’ve fought, the pains you’ve endured, and the triumphs you’ve celebrated. In that moment of exposure, you will feel the heat of a thousand suns, your cheeks flushed with a kaleidoscope of emotions. You will stand before them, a rose shedding its … Continue reading Vulnerability

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May you never, ever give up!

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May you feel the warmth of your own beauty today, a radiance that shines from within and lights up the world around you. May you stand strong, brave, and capable, ready to embrace the person you’ve always dreamed of becoming. May your goals be within reach, your bad habits conquerable, your talents usable, and your heart open to learning and growth. May you face negativity with resilience, refusing to let it take root within you. Be fierce in your pursuit of happiness and maintain composure when things don’t go your way. Let kindness and grace flow from you effortlessly, even … Continue reading May you never, ever give up!

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His eyes

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His eyes, like pools of midnight, held a depth of desire that could not be contained. They spoke volumes, uncensored and raw, drawing me in with their intoxicating invitation. And when his saccharine tongue touched mine, it ignited a primal carnality within me, a thirst that could not be quenched, a drought that had long been ignored. He marked me with his teeth, his fingers tangled in my hair, leaving me raw and exposed. His touch was a scorching fire, a thrust against my soft skin, leaving me breathless and wanting more. As he moved within me, I saw a … Continue reading His eyes