Before you left, you asked if there was anything else I wanted to tell you. I quietly said no, because unedited voices can rarely be remembered wholly. In that fleeting moment, the cosmos seemed to pause, as if the stars themselves held their breath. My heart, a delicate watercolor painting, bled hues of longing and regret. Each unspoken word was a daisy petal, drifting into the vast expanse of the universe, lost among the constellations. The silence between us was a symphony of what-ifs and could-have-beens, echoing through the corridors of time. I wished to tell you that my soul … Continue reading Silent Echoes

It’s been a hard journey. Since I was a baby girl, I didn’t understand anything about life—but I could feel it. Years and years of deep difficulty: no food, no basic things to survive. I don’t know how I found the strength to fight, but I did. And now, here I am, almost 62 years old. I have no answers, no explanations for life. I have simply lived. In the quiet moments between heartbeats, I find solace. Life unfurls before me like a cherished manuscript—each page inked with memories and dreams. The years have etched wisdom (and a touch of … Continue reading Embracing Life Beyond 60

In the cavern of my chest, a crimson sentinel stands guard—a heart forged from elastic steel. It beats with unwavering courage, defying the tempests that rage within my mind. Each pulse, a testament to resilience, a rebellion against chaos. Magnificent, indeed. But what of the thing in my head? That intricate machinery of neurons and synapses, where thoughts collide like celestial bodies in cosmic dance. It, too, possesses its own kind of bravery—the quiet valor of understanding, the audacity to question, and the vulnerability to feel. The red thing in my chest and the thing in my head—they converse in … Continue reading Resilience Unbound

True joy isn’t found in the promises of the outside world, but in the reunion with who you are within.Don’t lose yourself in others’ expectations, nor try to fit into molds that were never made for you.Your essence is sacred, your light is unique, and your heart knows the way.Allow yourself to listen, to embrace, and to bloom — because happiness begins when you come home to yourself. 🙏🏾😘 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading To be happy, do not abandon yourself

A dor, atriz implacável, assume o centro do palco no teatro da vida. Veste muitas máscaras — cada uma mais assombrosa que a anterior. É o sorriso tenso que oculta uma tempestade, o coração curvado sob pesos invisíveis, o nó que se contorce e se revira dentro do peito. Sua presença é inegável; seu domínio, inabalável. No entanto, a dor não é apenas antagonista. É força que enferruja e envelhece, desarmando-nos com seu poder bruto. Deixa marcas indeléveis, imprimindo em nós as profundezas da vulnerabilidade. Mas, em seu rastro, também traz recuperação e alívio. Cresce, desmamando-se das sombras, permitindo-nos emergir … Continue reading A Presença Inabalável da Dor

In the mess of my childhood, I often found myself lost in the colors of my imagination. The world around me, with its vibrant hues and intricate patterns, whispered secrets of beauty and wonder. I dreamt of capturing these whispers, of translating the language of the universe onto a canvas. As I grew, so did my dreams. They blossomed like wildflowers in the meadow of my mind, each petal a stroke of inspiration. I envisioned myself standing before a blank canvas, my heart beating in rhythm with the brush in my hand. The colors would dance and swirl, creating a … Continue reading When I grow up, I want to be an artist.

In an age where information is more accessible than ever, one might expect society to flourish intellectually. Yet paradoxically, we are witnessing a troubling regression—a cultural embrace of ignorance that undermines progress and corrodes democratic institutions. The decay of humanity is not marked by war or famine alone, but by the slow erosion of critical thought, empathy, and civic responsibility. This intellectual decline is not accidental. It is fueled by populist rhetoric, misinformation, and the glorification of simplistic solutions to complex problems. At the heart of this phenomenon stands a figure emblematic of this shift: Donald Trump. To many, he … Continue reading The Decline of Reason: How Anti-Intellectualism Threatens Society

You can own every material treasure the world has to offer.The gleaming cars, the sprawling mansions, the designer suits folded neatly in walk-in closets.You can fill your days with acquisitions, your nights with the soft hum of luxury.But when the day of the great departure arrives—That final, silent procession behind the hearse—There will be no moving trucks trailing behind. No velvet sofa will be loaded into the afterlife.No gold watch will tick in the silence of eternity.No bank account will whisper your worth to the wind. Instead, there may be a few cars parked quietly at the cemetery gates.Family, perhaps. … Continue reading What We Leave Behind

I won’t be sad. Not today. Today, I am someone else—someone reborn. The mirror no longer reflects the girl who once carried silence like a stone in her chest. Instead, it shows a woman with flowers sewn into her hair, each bloom a memory I’ve chosen to keep. Tiny ladybugs rest on my skin, sipping gently from the warmth I’ve learned to offer. Even they know: I’ve become a garden. There was a time when petals grew wild inside my ribcage, tangled and aching, pressing against bone. I kept them hidden, afraid their beauty would be misunderstood. But now, I’ve … Continue reading I Won’t Be Sad: A Chronicle of Becoming

Amidst the whispers of time, I unearthed my roots—hidden in old files, books, and relics that bore silent witness to lives once lived. Inked trails of ancestors stitched together my lineage through letters, recipes, and faded photographs. Rusted chains and cursed objects spoke of pain and resilience, pressing their weight upon my heart, urging remembrance and honor. In the East, where the sun rises with ancient wisdom, I found echoes of my spirit. The sea, once a vessel of torment, now cradled my history. Its salty embrace carried memories of voyages and lives traded like commodities. On its shores, I … Continue reading Roots Unearthed