The art my love is not a product of privilege and luxury, but rather a creation of struggle and hardship. It is not nurtured in the arms of gentle mothers or loving parents, but rather in the harsh realities of the ghettos and favelas.

It does not discriminate based on color, race, or creed, for it is a force that transcends all boundaries. It is generous in its ability to uplift and empower, revolutionizing the hearts and minds of those who have been oppressed and marginalized.

It gives wings to the afflicted, allowing them to soar above their circumstances and find hope in the midst of despair. It brings peace to its subjects, offering solace in a world filled with chaos and uncertainty.

The art my love is a beacon of light in the darkness, a testament to the resilience and strength of the human spirit. It is a reminder that beauty can be found in the most unlikely of places, and that true art knows no bounds.

© Beatriz Esmer