I hold the dawn in my palms, its gentle warmth a constant in the ebb and flow of life, much like the love I feel for my family and friends. It’s a bond woven from shared laughter and silent nods, a connection that needs no words, only presence.

The blues of the sky are my emotions laid bare; cerulean is my laughter under the sun, indigo my deep twilight musings. Each shade is a verse in the story of my life, a narrative told in colors.

Standing naked under the sun, I shed the world’s layers, baring my soul to the cosmos. The sun’s caress, primal and familiar, stirs ancient rhythms within me, connecting me to the very essence of existence.

Summer is in my hands as I shuck corn, the smoky scent of barbecue sauce on my fingers. It’s the laughter around the grill, the symphony of simple pleasures that define the season’s warmth.

I speak of death not as an end but a horizon, a promise of new beginnings. It’s the silence after a song’s last note, the rest in the melody of existence where fear yields to peace.

Sacred to me is the hummingbird’s rapid flutter, cities pulsing with life—Sao Paulo’s vibrancy, New York’s aspirations, New Delhi’s colorful chaos, Marrakech’s scented air. Each place, a beat in the heart of the world.

In my kingdom, it’s not my head or heart that rules, but a harmonious council of both. They govern the fires and rains within me, the healing touch, the elbows and knees brushing in comfort, the messiness of being human and hungry for life.

© Beatriz Esmer

Dry Pastel Art – Collection “Children”