I often find myself wishing that people came with individual maps, intricate guides that could offer directions and ways to navigate their complex structures. Imagine if you could slow down here, where cemeteries are nestled between ribs, silent witnesses to the parts of themselves they bury deeper and deeper. Turn on the headlights, for you are now in the long corridors of their hearts. These corridors host phantoms, relentless in their taunts, whispering, “It is you who are the shadows, and it is we who obstruct the sun.” Make a sharp left here; they need arms to unfold for them, … Continue reading Navigating Human Complexity

How well did I love? It may feel as if today is just another ordinary day, in an ordinary life, on an ordinary star. We meet in the morning and we’re just not sure. Don’t I have some problems I need to attend to? I’m pretty sure there’s something wrong, just somehow off a bit. Isn’t there? Isn’t there someone I need to become? Something to resolve and figure out? Change in some way? Shift? Transform? Manifest something? Awaken? Heal? It is so easy to take for granted that tomorrow will come, that another opportunity will be given to witness … Continue reading How Well Did I Love?

People speak so many words in order to express feelings, yet I gave up on words when I realized that verbalization tends to often be a waste. I don’t believe in words anymore. Sure, they’re beautiful, but there is a huge difference between saying and doing things. Like the difference between the cold perfect roses bought in a flower shop only on Valentine’s Day and the simple wild rose picked from a fence and brought as a surprise in the evening just to steal a kiss from your lover. You see, it’s true, nothing is more articulate than a kiss. … Continue reading The Art of Silence

In the reverse of words, on the contrary face of my solitude, I found a love that blossomed in silence. I loved you with the intensity of a thousand moons, caressing each moment of your imperceptible growth, as if it were the flesh of the moon on nocturnal, slightly parted lips. I loved you without knowing it. Each day was an incessant search, a constant quest for you, even without knowing where you were. I invented you in every dream, in every sigh, loving you in absence, loving you in the hope of one day finding you. ❤️ ©️ Beatriz … Continue reading I always Loved You

Am I dreaming or seeing what I see what I’m dreaming? Here begins my journey to my vital land. A foreigner, I no longer knows where the north. It took bewilder me to travel distances. Who leaves reiterates, who gets parking. The seasons lose the cycle. Not seeing the time is a rest that I authorized for resting from this ephemera hour. It is not the road that moves me; I’m that I displace myself. It is not with legs we go to places, but with the heart… And nobody does den in one place. We are always on the … Continue reading Reality

Each time I finish a poem, I whisper to myself that I am learning to forget. Yet, deep down, I know the truth: every word I pen is just another way of falling in love with the language that paints your essence. My heart, fragmented into countless verses, finds solace in the rhythm and rhyme that bring you to life on paper. I have been weaving the pieces of my soul into a single, endless poem. To complete it would be to lose the very heartbeat that sustains me. For in every line, every stanza, I find a new way … Continue reading Eternal Poetry

In life, it’s often the small gestures that make the biggest impact. Just like a pinch of sugar can transform a dish, a little kindness can brighten someone’s day. Whether it’s a smile, a compliment, or a helping hand, these small acts of sweetness can create ripples of positivity. And when you add a pinch of love and affection, the effect is even more profound. Remember, a little sugar and a touch of love go a long way in making the world a sweeter and more loving place. 🥰🥰🥰 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading A Little Sugar Goes a Long Way

He treats me like I’m a lost bird—delicate, unpredictable, something to be coaxed rather than caught. He tiptoes around me, careful not to startle, dropping crumbs of kindness like breadcrumbs on a forest floor. Each gesture is a quiet hope, a silent invitation: Come closer. Trust me. But I fell from my nest too long ago. The fall wasn’t graceful. It shattered something inside me that never quite mended. I can’t be domesticated. I wasn’t built for cages or soft hands. I’m a creature of wind and ache, a fragile thing with wings too broken to fly and too stubborn … Continue reading Fragile

Since I lost myself in the canyons of your skin, I’ve wandered through the labyrinth of life, seeking fragments of my soul in the bustling streets, the hallowed halls of ancient churches, and even the worn soles of my shoes. Perhaps, I mused, I could uncover my essence behind my eyelids, within the pages of a book of sonnets, or at the bottom of a forgotten well. In the quiet moments of mundane tasks, I would whisper poetry to myself, a gentle reminder of the person I once aspired to be. Yet, with each passing day, I felt pieces of … Continue reading Seeking Lost Fragments

Forgive me. I failed to hear your voice, and in the silence feared that you had left me. I had trained my ears to hear a booming sound. I yearned for a clear bell, straining to hear the call that would surely come. The loud shout that would rise over the fog with conviction. I raged and wept and writhed in the vast silence my mind perceived. It assaulted my every sense. Why would you not make yourself known to me? I, who strained so earnestly to hear your command. In my presumptuous overreaching I deafened myself to the soft, … Continue reading The Whisper in the Silence