I desperately wanted to touch people—in the most violently tender, raw, and intimate way I knew. Because in the rubble, in the tiny crystal ashtray where we lay like wasted breaths and crumpled cigarettes, with only strangers’ hands to hold and strangers’ words to seam, all I wanted, in the midst of that, was to touch. To feel the iron-corrugated roofs of their mouths, the bumpety-bump, bumpety-bump of sorrows never whispered and apologies never heard. To feel the semi-precious, shuddering warmth of their palms, rubbed raw, spotted with red. To press, lightly, the bruises on their lips. All I wanted … Continue reading Touching

Je me baigne dans la poésieen séchant tant de peines. Je m’illumine dans le poèmeen effaçant toutes mes peurs. Je me dilue dans les lettresen gagnant un peu de solidité. Je me souviens, dans un vers,de ce que je cherche à oublier. Entre racines, raisons,mensonges et mystères… ❤️🌿 Continue reading Poésie

My love is from a faraway placewhere nostalgia grows.My love is unsteady and inconsolabledressed in anxiety and joy.My love is seldom, but common,is plenty of dreams, but truthful,it is sun and palm,always reliable and legitimate.My love loves so much,with defects and virtues.My love will stay with you,and never escape …My love is the love of a refugee,nothing more, nothing less…❤ Continue reading My love …

Do we forgive them for leaving too often—or forever—when we were little?For scaring us with sudden rage, or unsettling us with its absence?Do we forgive our fathers for marrying, or not marrying our mothers?For divorcing, or not divorcing? And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness?For pushing, or leaning?For shutting doors, or speaking through walls?For never speaking—or never being silent? Do we forgive them in our age, or in theirs?Or in their deaths, whether we say it or not? If we forgive our fathers… what remains?Maybe—just maybe—a peaceful heart. ❤️🙏 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading How do we forgive our fathers?Perhaps in a dream.

… and the plan was to avoid my mistakes. I envy all those who make mistakes—but not like I do. I envy those who err with simplicity, with objectivity. I envy those who make a mistake and that’s it—who stumble but don’t complicate things, who falter but aren’t doomed to perpetual misery. I envy those who are pragmatic, who move through life with ease, who make mistakes, achieve victories, and remain happy; who can restart without hesitation. That’s what I wanted—to be pragmatic, so I wouldn’t suffer from my absurd speculations, wouldn’t constantly question my certainties or threaten my own … Continue reading I had a plan …

When The Great Mother holds me — She reminds me of everything that has been missing from this world. Grace, acceptance, comfort, warmth… No wonder people closed their Hearts without Her — who could stay open in such arrogance and righteousness. Masculinity is beautiful in balance — out of balance it is a very unforgiving environment. Shame is the only weapon of mass destruction there has ever been — everything after that was just effect. Find ways to be Softer, Kinder, more Supportive. When you touch others let it be Her touch — It could be a touch that Heals… … Continue reading Mother

Those who look to “compete” with you, see you as a threat. That means you are doing something right. Toast your haters, they’re complimenting you! You should always follow your heart but refrain from begging. You’re better than that. Love is a precious, special, all-consuming blessing, but it is not all we need or enough. Not by a long shot. Being positive is different from being delusional. There’s really no need to have people in your life who try to pull and put you down. What’s the point? Make sure the things in your life add (not subtract) value. People … Continue reading Simple life’s rules

Yet love that embraces the depths of the mind—that is love unshaken. It walks through labyrinths of thought, lingers in the quiet spaces where vulnerability dwells, and treasures the essence beyond mere form. But love, true love, does not flinch at imperfection. It does not turn away from flaws nor seek only the polished parts. It knows that within every shadow, there is light, and in every fracture, beauty waits to be seen. So, let love be whole or let it be nothing at all. For love that chooses only the easy parts is not love—it is illusion. ❤🙏 ©️ … Continue reading Love that listens only to words finds itself enchanted by mere echoes, entranced by syllables that dance but never touch.

Tengo el poder de morir en tus labioscomo un suspiro que se disuelve en la noche,como la última luz antes del albaque se rinde al misterio del horizonte. Y renazco en la calma de tu mente,como un eco que nunca se apaga,como el roce tenue de un recuerdoque florece en cada latido del alma. Eres mi principio y mi destino,mi sombra, mi fuego, mi templo sagrado.Muero en tus labios, revivo en tu pensamiento,y en ese ciclo eterno… ❤️ ©️ Esmer Continue reading Eterno Retorno

I write for myself—for every time I refused to surrender, for the nights that tried to swallow me whole and failed. I write for the lovers who shamed me, for the voices that tried to quiet mine, for you. I write the narratives they chose to ignore, the stories they refused to see. I write for the pain that refuses to fade, for the prodigal children who wander but do not break. I write against the suffocating darkness that waits at the edges, relentless in its hunger. But I refuse to crawl back into suffering. I refuse to let them … Continue reading Challenge …