Saudade lingers like a scent you can’t quite place, weaving itself through your memories with quiet insistence. It is more than nostalgia—it is the whisper of a past moment, the feeling of a love that once was, the ache of laughter left behind. It catches you off guard, curling around your heart when a familiar breeze carries the echo of something you thought you had forgotten.

It is both gentle and relentless, urging you to face the memories you’ve tried to push aside. Those stolen glances, the salt on your lips, the way a single touch changed the course of your life—these fragments are never truly lost. Saudade stitches them together in the quiet spaces of your soul, reminding you that every joy and every scar remains part of who you are.

So, let it wash over you, not as a burden, but as proof that you have lived, loved, and lost. It is not a ghost, but the rhythm of your own heartbeat—an unbroken thread connecting you to every fleeting, beautiful second that has shaped you. Memory does not fade; it simply waits to be remembered.

©️ Beatriz Esmer