Por um momento, desconhecido para mim, em um futuro distante — se é que você acredita que exista — vou me levantar aos barulhos, entre sonhos, ou acordar com a luz do sol sacudindo minha alma de volta à pele. Vou despertar para esquecer, ou para lembrar. Ou talvez ambos, intermitentemente. De tempos em tempos, acordamos e dormimos — dia após noite, noite após dia — por um instante, um olhar, uma respiração. Por acaso, por escolha, por padrão. Nos arrastamos de volta ao sono confortável, pois a verdade é grande demais para se deixar entrar toda de uma vez. … Continue reading Em um futuro próximo …

…I kiss you next as if it were the first kiss.I kiss you the first as if it were the only one.I love you with the force of the tides under the full moon.I love you like a dragon burning with fury.I love you like the chalice’s devotion to wine.I love you as if I could perform miracles.I am none other than yourself while I love you.I do not separate time from space in our embraces.I do not separate your name from my lips in my smiles.I do not distance your passion from my skin,nor from destiny… ❤ ©️ Beatriz … Continue reading My passion…

You arrive with a whisper, a gentle caress of warmth and light.In your embrace, we find solace and hope—a promise of new beginnings and cherished memories. As you mark the month of my birth,you remind me that growing older is not a burden but a gift.Each year, I gather new lessons—like petals in a blooming garden—ever grateful for the journey of life. May you, dear August, be kind and tender,a beacon of joy and reflection,guiding us softly through the days ahead. 🙏🏾❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Oh, August

She stared blankly at the window, her eyes tracing the raindrops as they meandered down the glass. Each drop seemed to carry a fragment of her longing, a silent plea for a world where compassion reigned. She wished for a time when humanity would awaken from its slumber, when hearts would beat in unison to the rhythm of kindness. In her mind’s eye, she envisioned a world transformed. Streets bustling with people who carried not just bread, but hope, to those in need. Gardens blooming with the fruits of shared labor, where every hand extended was met with another, ready … Continue reading A World of Love and Understanding

By Beatriz, São Paulo – July 30, 2025 Ladies and gentlemen, sisters and brothers of Brazil and beyond— Tonight, we gather in this virtual arena not to merely remember a man, but to honor a movement—a life lived in service to the people, and a legacy carved into the very fabric of our nation. I speak of none other than Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva, affectionately known to us as Lula. From the dry lands of Caetés, Pernambuco, came a child of poverty whose story would become the hope of millions. Lula was not born into power—he earned it. With … Continue reading Speech Tribute to Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva

Some emotions whisper rather than shout. Pride, often mistaken for arrogance, is a silent sentinel, standing tall without the need for applause. It’s the quiet satisfaction of a job well done, the subtle glow of self-respect that doesn’t seek validation. Caring, on the other hand, is like the gentle rhythm of a heartbeat—steady, constant, yet so faint that it often goes unnoticed. It’s in the small, everyday gestures: a hand on a shoulder, a listening ear, a warm meal prepared with love. These acts of care are the threads that weave the fabric of our lives, delicate yet unbreakable. And … Continue reading Whispers of Emotions

In the arena of an unstable household, one learns early that the world is not a sanctuary designed for comfort. This realization—often elusive to many well into adulthood—becomes a cornerstone of understanding. Constant volatility teaches that life can pivot in an instant, and danger may lurk in the most unexpected corners. Yet, for those who have navigated such tumultuous waters, crises are not startling disruptions but familiar companions. The illusion of an inherently benevolent world shielding one’s existence is a myth long dispelled. This upbringing, though fraught with unpredictability, bestows a rare gift: an appreciation for tranquility. In a world … Continue reading Amidst Turbulence

In the dim light of a bohemian café, she leaned across the table, holding a glass filled with a golden liquid that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Her eyes shimmered as if they carried forgotten constellations, and her voice was a low, mesmerizing melody. “Before you take a sip,” she said softly, “you should know: drinking my dreams isn’t just about getting lost. It’s about being consumed by intoxicating orgies of wild poetry and a love so deep it defies even the gods.” He hesitated. The world around them seemed to go silent, as if time … Continue reading Getting Lost

Love takes on many forms. Possessive love whispers, “I will only love you and care about you if you’re mine.” It clings tightly, fearing loss, and binds itself to the notion of ownership. It is a love that seeks to possess, to hold, to claim as its own. But true love, ah, true love sings a different melody. It says, “I will always love you, from this lifetime to every lifetime after, regardless of who you’re with or what you’ve done. I will never stop caring about you.” It is a love that transcends time and space, a love that … Continue reading The Duality of Love

People say that when someone leaves, they take a piece of us. They take fragments of our soul, like pieces of a puzzle, leaving us incomplete. Sometimes, the remaining picture retains its beauty, a testament to the resilience of our spirit. But other times, the missing piece casts a shadow over the entire image, marring its perfection. What if the piece they took was not just any piece, but a cornerstone of our existence? What if it was the very essence of our being, the heartbeat that kept us alive? In their absence, we find ourselves adrift, struggling to navigate … Continue reading The missing Piece