I wake up in the morning feeling so much love, yet my soul beckons in sadness as I rise to a world where money and power are seen as more important than people. It pains me to see one’s humanity reduced to a mere tool for gain, where the essence of care and compassion is overshadowed by the relentless pursuit of profit. Once-caring souls become distracted, their warmth and empathy dulled by the incessant demands of a materialistic society. The spark that once lit their hearts now flickers weakly, threatened by the cold winds of indifference. In this world, an … Continue reading Life’s Distractions

What would I say to the pure-hearted little one? I would swear never to leave you alone, never let anything in this world sadden you. If you wish, I will be your circus ring and your favorite clown, turning this life into a carnival full of magic and colors just for you. I would wrap lullabies in gentle whispers, blowing into your ears all the joy in the world. I believe I can do that, though I am but a poor poetess, only skilled in playing with words. I feel your sadness pulsing through my verses, and my soul aches … Continue reading Little Baby Girl

I see through every single eye,Hear through every ear,Think every single thought,Am neither far nor near. I laugh from inside thunderstorms,Cry from outside time,Am the poet and the poem,The reason and the rhyme. I am the Space and All within,The Whole and all without,Aware of everything at once,The whisper and the shout…❤❤❤ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Poem & Poet

“Where are our wings, father? Why are we not a bird?” I asked with wide-eyed wonder. “It flies inside, daughter,” he replied softly, his voice a gentle murmur of wisdom. “This is our greatest wish, though sometimes we do not even suspect it to be. Believing in wings is a justification for lamenting their absence, allowing us to remain where we are.” His words resonated deeply within me, unlocking a realm of understanding I had never considered. Our wings are not bound by physical form; they are the essence of our spirit, our dreams, and our innermost desires. They soar … Continue reading Wings

In the kitchen of my creativity, I concoct a poetic recipe, blending the finest ingredients of literature and emotion. I begin with a touch of Cecilia Meireles, whose words give me a bit of grief, a somber note that adds depth and reflection to my mix. Next, I add a generous scoop of Manoel de Barros, whisking me back to the innocence of childhood, where wonder and simplicity reign supreme. I gently fold in Fernando Pessoa, imbuing my concoction with wisdom, his insightful musings adding layers of profound thought. To tell me about love, I stir in Vinicius de Moraes, … Continue reading Poetic Recipe

Each year, on November 20, Brazil celebrates Black Awareness Day, a poignant reminder of the black community’s immense worth and their invaluable contributions to the nation’s fabric. I found my roots. In the worn pages of old files and books, I unearthed the stories that built my heritage. Among cursed objects, trunks, and chains, I discovered the painful legacies of my ancestors. I found my roots in the East, aboard the filthy slave ships that scarred the seas. Amidst the sweet words of songs and the furious rhythms of drums, I connected with the rites that have been passed down … Continue reading Black Awareness Day 🇧🇷

And there are so many worlds that we all respectively belong to. There are so many planets that we hold inside of us that no other human will ever be able to visit, and I think that that’s such a lonely feeling. Will there ever be one human being, just one, who can soothe the ache of wanting to discuss every molecule of your life with another person? I long to touch someone’s knee and instantly understand the fear that consumed them in their childhood, the happiness of their freedom, the way they fell headfirst into love for the first … Continue reading Inner Worlds

I’m in love with these undulating greens that shimmer from sunshine to lime on the tips of trees. Each hue dances in the light, a vibrant symphony that captures my heart. I’m in love with the sprouting blooms, tender and new, each one a testament to resilience and the promise of life. Every brave, speckled mushroom, standing tall amidst the undergrowth, fills me with wonder. I’m in love with the forest’s new scents, a blend of earth and fresh growth that invigorates my spirit. The fruits of spring’s patience, ripening in their own time, are a sweet reward for the … Continue reading In Love

I am a canvas painted with myriad emotions; a tapestry woven with the threads of my own existence. I have learned to craft internal landscapes, where the brushstrokes of my thoughts create intricate patterns, and the words of my own literature dance across the pages of my soul. Sometimes, I find myself in need of water, my inner sea parched and longing. I wander through my arid landscape, feeling the scorching heat of hot winds and the emptiness that seems to stretch endlessly. It is in these moments that my weary feet stumble upon the rugged terrain, and my soul … Continue reading A lone traveler

E tu sei lì, come un dono prezioso, in quel luogo “sacro” che si chiama anima, dove tutto è respiro. La tua presenza illumina ogni angolo oscuro, portando con sé una serenità che avvolge il cuore e la mente. In te trovo un rifugio, un’oasi di pace in mezzo al caos del mondo. Sei la calma in mezzo alla tempesta, la luce in mezzo all’oscurità, il respiro che dona vita. Ogni istante con te è un momento di grazia, un dono che nutre l’anima e accende il fuoco della speranza. Nel tuo abbraccio, sento la vera essenza dell’amore, quella che … Continue reading Tu sei …