A História sussurra, em tom solene: “cuidado, as guerras por território são as mais perigosas”. E então, curva-se para revelar um segredo ancestral: teu corpo também é geografia. Ombro que carrega montanhas sem tremer, ventre que oscila entre o murmúrio e o inchaço de mirtilos sob o luar, quadris que desenham mapas de oceanos intrépidos, coxas que entram em fúria e canção — trovões que embalam o mundo. Mas há mãos que insistem em conquistar, em golpear “terras prometidas” até que a pele vire pó, até que o sagrado se perca em cicatrizes. A Biologia intervém, urgente: “chega”. Inspira — … Continue reading Lições

When the stars murmur their secrets and the moon shines its soft light on the world, you’ll discover that the emptiness inside can’t be filled by the mere presence of others. Their warmth may bless your bed, their hands may entwine with yours, yet the pain of loneliness remains, unaffected by physical touch. An abandoned house remains forsaken, even if it’s bustling with crowds, for the tenant’s absence echoes through its empty corridors. Sometimes, just sometimes, the only savior is the one who resides within. It’s a solitary journey, one that demands you save yourself. There will be days when … Continue reading In the silence of the night

Welcome February, with your crisp air and promise of new beginnings. Open the doors of this life, and let in the light of hope and joy. Open the windows to good things, and let them flow in like a gentle breeze, filling our hearts with warmth and happiness. Love and peace, let them be our guiding stars as we journey through this month, embracing all the beauty and blessings it has to offer. Welcome, February, may you bring us love, peace, and endless possibilities. 🙏🏾❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Welcome February!

Keep me somewhere, in the folds of your heart, where I can reside as a cherished memory, a whisper of love that lingers through time. Fold me enough time to fit inside your shirt pocket, close to your beating chest, and carry me with you wherever you go. Keep me in the lead of your pencil, let my essence flow through every stroke, infusing the words you write with the depth of our connection. Keep me potted by the window, a living reminder of our bond, and water me every day, nurturing our love as you nurture the growing leaves. … Continue reading Close to you …

To walk in the early morning on what appears to be another ordinary Wednesday, with the summer and the fall still in dialogue about who will take it from here. Wandering between heaven and earth, it is clear how little I know, unsure of what love wants of me until she whispers it through the birds and falling leaves, the orange, the yellow and the red, as it makes its way here into this flowy world of time and space. I really hope to make it all the way through this day and to have another chance to be in … Continue reading Wednesday

Sleep discovered from dreams, a sanctuary of stillness and peace. Silence in the mouth, where words dare not disturb the tranquility. But in the eyes, a world of poetry unfolds, each glance a verse, each blink a stanza. The body, adorned with transparent stars, a celestial tapestry woven into the very fabric of existence. A sky in your clothes, a moon stamped on your nose, and the sun dancing on your cheeks. You are a walking constellation, a masterpiece of the cosmos. And within this celestial visage, a face filled with tenderness, a sketch of poetry etched into the very … Continue reading Existence

I want to live simply. Not in the way that the world defines simplicity—stripped down, bare, or lacking—but in the way the soul craves it: unburdened, expansive, and free. I want to sit by the window when it rains, the kind of rain that whispers secrets to the earth, and lose myself in books that will never demand anything of me. No tests, no deadlines, no analysis—just the pure, unadulterated joy of words that dance like sunlight on water, or like the rhythm of my own heartbeat. I want to draw, not to prove that I can, not to show … Continue reading Simply

I gave my sadness its own language so I would no longer have to be alone. Words became the delicate threads that wove through the fabric of my solitude, stitching together the tattered edges of my heart. In the quiet whispers of midnight, when the world was hushed and only the echo of my thoughts lingered, my sadness found a voice. It spoke in soft tones, like the gentle rustling of autumn leaves, each word a fragile leaf falling from the tree of my soul. In the language of my sorrow, there was an intimacy, a connection that transcended the … Continue reading My sadness…

“You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I’ll rise.”— Still I Rise, Maya Angelou Continue reading Maya Angelou

In the quiet hum of life, I saw a boy running, his laughter weaving through the fabric of time. The hours danced around him, as if caught in his joyous wake. I dipped my feet into the flowing stream of moments, and there, amidst the gentle current, I found a home I never wished to leave. The sun, a faithful companion, still illuminates the highway I never wandered. Its golden rays linger, casting a warm embrace upon the untraveled road. I glimpsed a woman, tending to the miracle of another life. Time stood still, allowing me to witness the sacred … Continue reading Life: divine mystery