A vida, essa dança intricada entre alegrias e tristezas, nos envolve em um abraço apertado de contradições. O foda é que vivemos e temos que viver, mesmo quando a tristeza nos visita, pesando como chumbo em nossos corações. Ela se infiltra, mas não nos paralisa. Continuamos a dançar, mesmo com os pés cansados e os olhos marejados. Os medos, esses fantasmas que espreitam os cantos escuros da nossa mente, também não nos impedem de seguir adiante. Eles sussurram dúvidas e incertezas, mas nós teimamos em enfrentá-los. Como equilibristas, caminhamos na corda bamba da vida, com o medo como plateia. O … Continue reading Dança da Vida

Perhaps it will be the soft murmur of birdsong that stirs me from slumber, their melodies coaxing my spirit back into the vessel of flesh and bone. Or perhaps it will be the gentle touch of sunlight, fingers of warmth tracing patterns on my closed eyelids, urging me to rise. And what shall I awaken to? Memories, like fragments of dreams, will flutter around me—some vivid, others elusive. Faces and places, laughter and tears, all woven into the tapestry of my being. Perhaps I will remember the taste of summer strawberries, their sweetness lingering on my tongue, or the scent … Continue reading Tomorrow I will wake…

I always confront my own shadows. Silly fears, like fragile whispers, cling to the edges of my consciousness. Nightmares unravel in the dark, their threads woven from fragments of memory and imagination. Sometimes, I lose myself at the corners of this life, where reality blurs into dreams, and I become a wanderer in the labyrinth of existence. Yet, amidst the chaos, there is a truth I hold close: I have become the best version of myself. Not through grand triumphs or flawless victories, but through the quiet resilience of scars etched upon my skin and soul. Each mark tells a … Continue reading I Am the Sum of My Scars

I always confront my own shadows. Silly fears, like fragile whispers, cling to the edges of my consciousness. Nightmares unravel in the dark, their threads woven from fragments of memory and imagination. Sometimes, I lose myself at the corners of this life, where reality blurs into dreams, and I become a wanderer in the labyrinth of existence. Yet, amidst the chaos, there is a truth I hold close: I have become the best version of myself. Not through grand triumphs or flawless victories, but through the quiet resilience of scars etched upon my skin and soul. Each mark tells a … Continue reading I Am the Sum of My Scars

How can you contain such a blazing fire within? Selfishly hoarding your light, as if the universe’s secrets reside in your soul. It yearns to break free, to dance with the stars, yet you keep it hidden behind the fortress of your mind. Our roles in this fleeting existence flicker like distant constellations. Blink, and they change—ephemeral as stardust. So let your fire burn, illuminate the night, and remind the cosmos that you exist. 🌟✨ ❤️🙏🏾 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Cosmic Fire