Take that thing that happened to you and whisper it to your shower head. Let the warm water wash it away, carrying it down the drain alongside the dirt of the day. Set a fire and dance around the flames, spit that thing into the blue blaze and watch it dissolve into the brilliance of burning. Hold it in your hand, fold it like those little paper fortune tellers from childhood, but do not let it dictate your future; crush it in your fist. Return to that place where it all began, roll that thing into a cigarette, light it, … Continue reading Take all bad things …

Mommy, in the sanctuary of your embrace, I seek permission to feel the full spectrum of life’s emotions. Grant me the right to pursue happiness without fear, to cherish the joy that springs from my heart. Bestow upon me the strength to move forward, to face the world with courage and determination. Wrap me in your loving arms, for there, I find solace and security, a place where my spirit can truly rest. Lend me your voice, powerful and unwavering, so I may scream out my truths and dreams. Give me everything I need to forge a heart that is … Continue reading Mother

The sun cast a golden spell upon the world, waking up with a gentle caress before others even noticed the light washing through their windows. I had a place to be that day, someone waiting with a whispered word and a brand new song. Spring is the time when cherry blossoms blush with bashful pride, and birds discover their melodious rhythm anew. It’s the light that dances on your fingertips as you watch people, lost in their own reveries. In spring, nothing important seems to touch your ears, and the world’s opinions fade into a blissful hum. There’s a unique … Continue reading Springtime in Brazil — October 13, 2013

Now, it is where love breathes, where the very essence of life takes its first tender steps. In this sacred realm, the seeds of hope and dreams find fertile ground, stretching towards the warmth of the sun. It is here that everything flourishes, blooming in vibrant hues, each petal a testament to the miracle of existence. The air is filled with the gentle hum of life, the pulse of the earth resonating in perfect harmony with our hearts. This is a place of pure connection, where we feel the rhythm of nature and the boundless energy of love, intertwining in … Continue reading Garden of Life

Build a home, and call it love. Let its walls be your sanctuary, a place where the echoes of the world fade into a gentle hum. Let it be your solitude, a refuge that cradles your heart in its gentle embrace. This home, yours and only yours, is the canvas of your soul, painted with the hues of your dreams and desires. Write a book, and call it home. Fill its pages with the essence of your being, speaking of what is and what is not. Let your words carve out a place of belonging, a testament to the journey … Continue reading Build a Home

As the car meandered through the familiar streets, each house seemed to breathe life, their facades whispering stories of yesteryears. It was as if I could hear the echo of past conversations, the joyous shouts of children chasing dreams under the dappled sunlight. The trees, ancient and wise, swayed gently, their leaves dancing in a symphony with the wind, sharing secrets only they could understand. The aroma of homemade food wafted through the air, a comforting embrace that spoke of love and care, of family gatherings and simple pleasures. It was a fragrance that transcended time, pulling me back to … Continue reading A familiar Place

Poverty transcends the mere absence of money. It is a harrowing state of isolation, vulnerability, humiliation, and mistrust. It strips away the ability to distinguish between employers, exploiters, and abusers, blurring the lines until they become indistinguishable. It holds in contempt the simplistic illusion of meritocracy—the false belief that one’s efforts alone determine their rewards. It is the heart-wrenching knowledge that your mother, with her arthritic joints, relentless insomnia, and post-traumatic stress disorder, continues to work late into the night. She waits tables for less than minimum wage or pushes a janitor’s cart, cleaning the excrement-filled toilets of polished professionals. … Continue reading Poverty

Within the confines of my soul, I am a multitude. Countless characters reside within, each with their own story, their own voice, their own yearning to be heard. These personas, vibrant and restless, clamor against the chains that bind them, desperate to taste the freedom of expression. It is only through the prose and poems that flow from my fingertips that they find release, breathing life into the world through my words. In this dance of creativity, there is no singular “right” person, no definitive form to encapsulate who I am. There are only feelings, raw and unfiltered, that paint … Continue reading Multitude

Ironically, there exist those souls, so profoundly complex that even the muses would falter. People whose essence transcends the confines of verses and stanzas, their layers woven intricately with threads of time and hues unseen by mortal eyes. Their beauty, ephemeral and unanchored by eternity, meanders through the corridors of existence, silently gracing the earth with an untraceable splendor. These are the beings of untold stories, whose very presence defies the permanence of ink, leaving their mark in ways that words will never capture. ❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Some People

My love is from a faraway place where nostalgia grows, rooted in the soil of memories and dreams. It is a love unsteady and inconsolable, clothed in both anxiety and joy, a paradox of emotions that intertwine like vines. My love is seldom yet common, a quiet whisper in the din of existence, abundant with dreams yet steadfast in its truth. It is a love that radiates warmth like the sun and offers solace like the shade of a palm, always reliable, always legitimate. My love loves with all its might, embracing both defects and virtues with equal fervor. It … Continue reading From a Faraway Place