I fell in love with ribbons of gold, gleaming in a stranger’s soul. As our shoulders brushed, I lost myself, forgetting my own name. I stared deep into eyes that mirrored an innocent wonder, searching for beauty’s touch. In that moment, simply being was enough. Following the sound of battered feet, I found something sacred and sweet within myself. Like audible honey, I bathed in the sound, leaping through fire in a cosmic parade. These beautiful people, I drank them in, falling in love a thousand times, knowing it would never be enough… 🙏 ©️Beatriz Esmer Continue reading In Love

I’m sorry if my responses sound silly to you at times, but I’ve become increasingly bored with how fake things are. If you want to see my serious side, if you want to witness my eyes gleaming with enthusiasm, ask me about love instead. Ask me about kindness and tenderness. Ask me about openness of heart and compassion for all… These words are like a fresh breeze in a world growing stale. Imagine a place where authenticity reigns, where hearts beat to the rhythm of genuine connection. In that world, silly responses would fade away, replaced by earnest exchanges that … Continue reading Ask me about kindness

Ah, how mistaken are those who believe I write, my dearest ones. I merely conquer the silences of the paper through sheer persistence. I insist they tell me something, I pester them to declare what they know. I intimidate with sharp accents and cutting words. And because they cannot say anything beyond what they have told me, because they cannot denounce me for threats or falsehoods, I affix my signature below. I appropriate what is not mine. You see, I would not know how to speak of such beautiful things, lies I have never used, or truths that never belonged … Continue reading The Role Of Writing

Il corpo si muove, parla, non mente,dice quello che sente.Risponde a un richiamo, è un linguaggio, è un messaggio… In ogni gesto, in ogni movimento, il corpo racconta storie che le parole non possono esprimere. È un linguaggio silenzioso, ma potente, che comunica emozioni profonde e verità nascoste. Quando il corpo si muove, è come se danzasse con l’anima, rivelando desideri, paure e speranze. Ogni sguardo, ogni sorriso, ogni lacrima è un messaggio inviato al mondo. Non c’è bisogno di parole, perché il corpo parla con una sincerità che non conosce menzogna. È un richiamo primordiale, un linguaggio universale che … Continue reading Il Linguaggio del Corpo

My body is not your community service project, nor is it your soulless fetish object. I do not need to justify my body to you or anyone. My body does not make me a joke, nor does it make me insensitive to your hurtful remarks. It is not an excuse for you to treat me like a second-class citizen. My body is none of your business. My body is not your battleground. It is not a cautionary tale. My body is not your canvas, nor your ad space. It is not here to make you feel better or worse about … Continue reading My Body Is Beautiful

Life could be compared to a spider, and friendship should be the web. In this web, we could capture the people we love, our family, and friends. When I was younger (and that was some time ago), I used to list my friends: the closest ones, those I hadn’t seen in a while, school friends, friends who had moved away… Today, I no longer do that, but don’t ask me why. How many people have passed through my life? How many have I hurt with my intolerance, but also, how many have hurt me? I can’t count the tears I’ve … Continue reading Reflections on Life and Friendship