Swallow the dolor of your darkness and spit out a riviere of constellations. Transform the weight of your sorrow into a stream of stars, a luminous testament to your resilience. Eat your ego, shedding the confines of pride, and let humility be your guide. Quit your melancholy; let joy and lightness take root in your soul.

Be a blind cartographer, navigating the uncharted landscapes of your spirit, earning your disappearances with every step into the unknown. Create a crescendo of compassion unto your invisible schisms, healing the fractures within. Eclipse the era, breaking free from the shackles of time and expectation. Quit the clocks, live in the present, and let each moment be a carnival of celebration.

Let your black skin shine, radiating beauty and strength. Dethrone polarities; embrace the complexity of existence where no Jesus, no Judas divides your essence. Refuse sanity; invest in madness, the wild, untamed parts of you that hold the truest wisdom. Forgive the flesh, accept your human frailties, and memorize the gospel of your soul, the truths that define your very being.

Traverse your faith, explore its depths and horizons. Transcend your hell, rise above the flames of your struggles. Breathe dissent, challenge the norms that confine you. In the riven margin between your bruised bones, let a byzantine asylum of amaryllis bloom, a sanctuary of beauty and strength. Wear your wounds like the tessellations of jasper and onyx, precious and unique, telling the story of your journey. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatri Esmer