The bodies of women, often unrecognized monuments, bear the scars of history’s silent suffering. I had not realized that these bodies were meant to be museums of unspoken tragedies, galleries filled with the remnants of countless battles fought in shadows. Each curve and contour, each delicate line, tells a story of endurance and resilience. It is as if we were designed to carry the weight of the oceans, our souls vast and unyielding, enduring the relentless storms without sinking. We bear the tidal waves of heartache and despair, yet remain afloat, our spirits buoyant and unbroken. In the depths of … Continue reading Our bodies

I am moved when I remember the poem by Vinícius “O Haver (Having)”. It is a twilight poem. It gazes at the reddened horizon, turns back and takes inventory of what’s left. I felt like doing something similar, knowing that I’m not Vinicius, I’m not a poet, I know nothing about meter and rhymes. And I would start each paragraph with the same word he started his stanzas with: It remains… What remains is the twilight light, that lacerating mixture of beauty and sadness. Before it begins at the end of the day the twilight begins on us. The boy … Continue reading Vinicius

My spiritual ignorance is so great, but I work so hard every day to improve my ability to comprehend the human race, and every day I need more wisdom and light…I am an eternal learner! ❤️🙏🏾👣 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Ignorance

Let me dwell in the crevices where giants pause to breathe—   the hushed margins between symphonies of thought,   where light slips through the cracks of grand designs   like dust motes dancing in cathedral beams.   Here, in the close-knit shadows, I’ll carve a chapel of my own:   walls papered with half-formed whispers,   floors woven from the sinew of ‘almost’,   and a ceiling low enough to touch the pulse of genesis.   Teach me to cup my hands around the ember before it blazes—   to trace the silhouette of passion as it stirs in … Continue reading Let me … 

I am but a fragile being, crafted from the earth’s humble mud and fueled by the whimsical nature of dreams. Yet, within the depths of my soul, I sense the immense force of the universe swirling and dancing in harmony. I may be feeble and transient, but I am also a vessel of boundless potential. Every fiber of my being resonates with the energy of the cosmos, pulsating with the rhythm of the stars and the whispers of the wind. In my frailty, I am imbued with the strength of the universe, a force that propels me forward and fills … Continue reading Fragile

The years have softened the edges of sound but heightened the resonance of emotion. The simple pleasures, once overlooked, now stir my soul with a gentle intensity. A sunset paints the sky in hues of gold and pink, a cup of coffee warms my hands and my spirit, a fine wine dances on my tongue, and the company of loved ones fills my heart with joy. The melody of life plays on, and I find myself swaying to its rhythm, feeling every note deep in my bones. A glance holds warmth, an embrace holds power, and in these moments, I … Continue reading I do not know if …

In the vast expanse of the universe, I want to make you a planet. I want to orbit around you, to revolve my world around your gravitational pull. I want to be the moon to your Earth, always there to illuminate your darkest nights. I will put the galaxy in your hair, weaving constellations and stardust into every strand. Your hair will be a celestial tapestry, a shimmering reminder of the infinite beauty that exists in the cosmos. Your kisses are a mouthful of firewater, igniting a blazing passion within me that can never be extinguished. With each touch of … Continue reading Things to say when in love:

Imagine a woman who stands before a mirror, not as a critic but as an artist admiring her masterpiece. She gazes upon her own body with love and reverence, understanding that every curve, every mark, every inch of her being is a testament to her journey. This is a woman who knows that her body is enough, just as it is – a perfect blend of strength and vulnerability, of history and future potential. In the quiet moments of her life, she celebrates the rhythms and cycles of her body, each one an exquisite resource that connects her to the … Continue reading A Woman

Je ne me rappelle plusCes moments de trop grande souffranceOù ma vie était erranceOù tout me semblait étrangement superflu. Je ne me rappelle plusToutes ces violences, toutes ces horreursQui mettaient mon cœurExempt de douceur devant l’inconnu…😔 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Je ne me rappelle

The morning that you left, I thought about going with you. The thought consumed me as I stood in the kitchen, my fingers tracing the rim of the mug you drank your coffee from. I cleaned it slowly, meticulously, as if washing your lips away could somehow cleanse the ache in my heart. No one saw you come in. No one saw you leave. Our moments together were fleeting, hidden from the world. As I changed the sheets on my bed, I felt like I was washing away little bits of you, the traces you left behind. Each sweep of … Continue reading Departure