Amid adversity and hard work, my place stands resilient. It is a haven where dreams of a brighter future take root and flourish. Surrounded by the echoes of struggle and the scent of sweat, it is a testament to the indomitable spirit of its inhabitants. In this place, hopes for a better world permeate the air, fueling the determination of its people. Each day, they rise with unwavering resolve, ready to face the challenges that lie ahead. They understand that progress is not handed on a silver platter but earned through perseverance and dedication. Through the trials and tribulations, my … Continue reading Struggling

As I walk the sacred path of my tribal heritage, I am deeply connected to the wise gardeners of the past. These benevolent souls nurtured the seeds of wisdom and knowledge, guiding me through life’s labyrinth. They embraced me amidst the small and illiterate, the poor and patched up, seeing beyond the surface to recognize the potential within me. With their guidance, I received the invaluable gift of humility, learning countless life lessons. They showed me that true greatness lies not in wealth or status, but in the ability to empathize and uplift others. They taught me the importance of … Continue reading Gardeners

“The crowd outside continued shouting furiously, but suddenly their cries became lamentations and tears, I’m blind, I’m blind, they were all saying and asking, Where is the door, there was a door here and now it’s gone.” In this haunting moment from Saramago, we are confronted with a profound truth: our suffering is an intrinsic part of our existence, a vicious cycle that we both inflict and endure. If there is a god, then at least there is someone other than humanity to blame for our unspeakable suffering—a suffering we experience precisely because we impose it on ourselves and others. … Continue reading Hopeless

In un tempo in cui il silenzio sembra più comodo della verità, ci sono ancora voci che si alzano. Voci che non cercano applausi, ma giustizia. Voci che non si piegano alla convenienza, ma si ergono per ciò che è giusto. Tutti noi che abbiamo ancora la voglia — e il coraggio — di dire una parola di vera e sentita giustizia, siamo i custodi di una fiamma che non deve spegnersi. Ogni giorno, in mezzo alla folla distratta, incontriamo sguardi spenti, anime che hanno smarrito la propria dignità. Non sempre per colpa loro. A volte è il mondo che … Continue reading Cronaca della dignità smarrita

I write desires and letters to blow softly into your heart. Not as someone who writes just to write, but as someone who stitches words with the care of preparing warm tea on a cold night. Because there are nights when silence weighs heavy, and all one needs is a gesture that whispers, “I’m here.” I wish I could be presence, scent, embrace, or any kindness that holds you now. Maybe a note forgotten on your pillow, or a gentle breeze slipping through the window to remind you that affection exists, even when everything feels far away. There’s a kind … Continue reading Chronicle: Breath of Gratitude

As the clouds come together the sky turns from a beautiful blue to a dark hazy grey. During this moment the wind starts to rise, and you see dust particles start to upswing into the air around you. The storm begins to pick up and slowly gain speed, the flag hanging on the pole violently ripples in the wind. Heavy rain pellets start to clang upon the ground. Lightning crashes in the distance, soon after the ferocious boom of thunder erupts. The storm rages on. Finally, the rain slows down. The lightning and thunder fade away in the distance. The … Continue reading Keep your head up!

Not a raven — but man in his true form,With claws forged from hatred and scorn,Blanketing the world with his own war. I saw it in squares, in screens, on hills,Preaching peace with counterfeit thrills,Feeding the beast with blood-stained deals,While selling weapons like healing pills. “Who are you?”, I cried, drained of hope.And the monster laughed, with a leader’s trope:“I am your mirror, your faith, your scope!” I came not from shadows — but from your ease,From comfort that ignored the deceased,I am your masterpiece: ignorance that appease.” ©️Beatriz Esmer Continue reading I saw a monster hovering over the Earth,

Build a home, and call it love. Let its walls be your sanctuary, a place where the echoes of the world fade into a gentle hum. Let it be your solitude, a refuge that cradles your heart in its gentle embrace. This home, yours and only yours, is the canvas of your soul, painted with the hues of your dreams and desires. Write a book, and call it home. Fill its pages with the essence of your being, speaking of what is and what is not. Let your words carve out a place of belonging, a testament to the journey … Continue reading Build a Home

Hand in weathered hand, we waltz through life, blissfully unaware of the cracks beneath our feet. Petals fall around us, each one a delicate note chiming as it meets the earth. We are enveloped by rivers of sound, flowing around us, guiding our steps in a gentle dance. Our eyes, unwavering, remain locked in cool coiling oblivion, wrapped in the lazy light of an eternal afternoon. In this sacred moment, our souls take flight, soaring beyond the mundane. Here, in this dance of connection and serenity, you are never alone. The rhythm of our hearts beats in unison, a timeless … Continue reading Waltz

Take that thing that happened to you and whisper it to your shower head. Let the warm water wash it away, carrying it down the drain alongside the dirt of the day. Set a fire and dance around the flames, spit that thing into the blue blaze and watch it dissolve into the brilliance of burning. Hold it in your hand, fold it like those little paper fortune tellers from childhood, but do not let it dictate your future; crush it in your fist. Return to that place where it all began, roll that thing into a cigarette, light it, … Continue reading Take all bad things …