Right now is a miracle, a precious gift bestowed upon us by the universe. It is the only moment that is guaranteed, the only moment that truly matters. It is life, unfolding before us in all its beauty and complexity. So why do we spend so much time dwelling on the past or dreaming of the future? Why do we let our minds wander to places that do not exist, while the present moment slips away? We must learn to be in the ‘here and now’, to experience life as it is happening. To appreciate the world for the beauty … Continue reading Right now dear …

Have you ever paused to ponder the paths we cross before we finally meet the ones we are meant to love or learn from? The idea of fate may not always sit well with us, but there is a certain intrigue in the notion that some people are destined to be a part of our lives. Perhaps we have brushed shoulders with them on a crowded street or shared a fleeting glance in a bustling café. Maybe we have stood beside them in a concert crowd or passed them on a winding mountain trail. These chance encounters may seem insignificant … Continue reading The art of encounter …

As the years unfurl before me, I come to realize that it is not the grandiose or the extraordinary that truly sustains us, but the simple, everyday blessings that weave the fabric of our lives. It is in these unassuming moments that we find the most profound reasons for gratitude. The gentle caress of the pure air as it fills our lungs, the silent strength that allows us to draw breath after breath, and the comfort of a warm and welcoming shelter. It is the embrace of our loved ones, the laughter that fills our homes, and the nourishment of … Continue reading Simple things that nurture me …

Pour into me and be my chlorophyll so when the light of truth shines on us the grass will be greener on this side of love. I want to be your leaves and to feel the breeze of your kiss, cooling rain drops of your love. We shall grow together, intertwined like vines reaching for the sun. Your roots will connect with mine, drawing strength and nourishment from the earth. You will pour into me, becoming my chlorophyll, breathing life, and vitality into my being. And when the light of truth shines upon us, the grass will be greener on … Continue reading Chlorophyll

Desconfiada e incomodada pelo silêncio, ela se obrigava a distrair-se com as vozes incessantes vindas de dentro de si, que lhe diziam tudo, explicavam tanto, falavam demais sem resolver nada. O silêncio era uma angústia, pois ouvi-lo seria o mesmo que escutar-se. O medo era de que, ao ouvir, reconhecesse feiuras conhecidas e virtudes insuspeitadas: umas e outras, nunca bem-vindas desde a infância. O silêncio era uma liberdade inalcançável. A liberdade que dizia não conseguir. A liberdade evitada sem perceber que evitava. Bastava uma fresta dessa perteza e já começavam ansiedades e distrações. Ouvir-se seria ver-se. Ver-se seria sentir-se. E … Continue reading Leitura de Si Mesma

I have a heart that nearly swallows me, a strength that never leaves me and a rebellion that sometimes blind me … I am so intense I don’t fit within myself…♥️ ©️Beatriz Esmer Continue reading So big …

This message will not leave hereI did not bring it to anyone!It is enough!The words do not lead anybody to anywhere.Words are everywhere, are beings, are souls, are powers!Yes, they areI amYou areFull and contradictory …Futile and assertive …Said, written … thundering!Confident?Sometimes… ❤ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Message

Manoel, a simple man, evoked sacrifice, hard work, pain, and punishment. My father defied the challenges of this difficult life, reshaping his name to be strong and voracious. He revered work, simplicity, and selflessness throughout his life. A naive soul, not tainted by malice, even though at times we couldn’t understand his contrite soul. In a rush, he ran to everything, he was his own impulse. Perhaps he was marked by an urgency he didn’t know. We never really know what drives us, but my father was driven by good deeds, analyzing now after years with my experience. He made … Continue reading Manoel

Do not blame me for not knowing how to rhyme my verses, do not blame me for being a silly poet, for I am just an amateur, wandering among mental songs, poems, and immense passion. My lines are obtuse, crooked, but within them lies all my feeling—unheard-of and deep as the love I feel: restless, constant, like thunder inside me. In the realm of my thoughts, where melodies of the heart intertwine with poetic whispers, I find myself adrift in a sea of emotions. Each word, though imperfectly placed, carries the weight of my soul. My verses may lack the … Continue reading Don’t blame me…

Porque há dias tocados de cinza, que seu ser mora longe, na memória, na saudade. Nesses momentos, o coração se veste de melancolia, e a distância parece aumentar. O mundo ao redor perde um pouco de seu brilho, e os pensamentos se voltam para o que foi e o que poderia ter sido. A saudade é uma presença constante, um sussurro suave que lembra dos dias passados, das risadas compartilhadas, dos olhares trocados. Mas, apesar da tristeza, há também uma beleza silenciosa na lembrança, um calor suave que aquece o espírito. E assim, mesmo nos dias cinzentos, a memória e … Continue reading Dias cinzas