The romance concluded. The moon slumbered. The carnival came to a close. The rent came due. The full stop emerged. The situation turned bleak, and life ventured off to Paris, Rome, Guinea-Bissau, Marrakech—somewhere on the map, devoid of any glamour, or perhaps to a small bar at the corner of nostalgia. Life continued somewhere. Reluctantly, I decide to follow the ellipses life has laid out. I find it unfair that life moves on without waiting for me to be ready. This was a new sensation, but my complaint was futile. I must move forward…

With strength to counter all illusory seasons, I press on. I reserve my daring for the bitter days. This is the courage I need to maintain my rhythm. And sugar, something very sweet? It is infallible as a distraction for the days of obstinance. 💖

©️ Beatriz Esmer