Vague paragraphs and serious periods, where reticences in detail paint the canvas of our thoughts, we find ourselves lost in the labyrinth of square commas and interrupted phrases. Unfinished histories linger like whispers in the wind, stories and small talk weaving the fabric of our existence. After? Afterward, I will pay the toll of reflection.

In the uncovered sleep of dreams, silence rests upon the mouth, yet words dance in the eyes. The body, adorned with transparent stars, wears the sky as a dress. A moon is stamped on the nose, and the sun kisses the cheeks. A feature full of tenderness, a spoken portrait of poetry, emerges.

If it takes in prose, it is stripped in verses, received in music. Virtual lyricism, a silly will to embrace an eternity that never existed, becomes the solo of lovers, the sacred fruit of my composition. Inside? Voice and guitar… and love…?

This is the essence of our shared journey, a tapestry woven with the threads of dreams and reality, where every word and note resonates with the heartbeat of our souls. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer