I am the cartographer of my own destiny, tracing paths not on ancient parchment, but across the vast canvas of the cosmos. I chase the frayed ends of sunshine, those elusive strands of light that lead me through the labyrinth of life. In my pocket, I carry not coins, but stars—luminous memories of those I’ve cherished and lost along the way. Each glimmering star a story, a whisper of love, a beacon of hope in the dark.

Change is my constant companion, the currency with which I barter for new dawns and dusks. I am no mere traveler; I am the poetess of the wind, composing verses in the language of the skies. My words are the zephyrs that dance through the leaves, the gales that command the seas, and the gentle breezes that caress the cheeks of lovers.

I am bound to no single place, for the world is my home, and the wind, my muse. With every breath I take, I write the unwritten, sing the unsung, and live the unlived. For in the heart of the poetess, every end is a new beginning, and every goodbye, a silent promise of return beneath the eternal dance of the celestial bodies.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer