It was just another Tuesday, one of those ordinary days when the coffee grows cold before the first meeting and the body wakes up already heavy with fatigue. In the office, the therapist looked at me with that quiet composure known only to those who have weathered many storms. And then, without warning, he dropped the question that dismantled me: — Would you lend your phone charger if your own battery were down to 3%? I smiled, thinking it was some silly metaphor. I answered no, of course not. At 3%, the charger is my lifeline. And that was when … Continue reading 3% of Me

As the root of my existence, I tread upon the sacred path of my tribal heritage. I am connected to the old gardeners of the past, those wise souls who nurtured the seeds of wisdom and knowledge. They were the conductors and collectors of wisdom, guiding me through the labyrinth of life. In their benevolence, they took me under their wing, embracing me amidst the small and illiterate, the poor and patched up. They saw beyond the surface, recognizing the potential within me. With their guidance, they bestowed upon me the invaluable gift of humility, teaching me countless life lessons. … Continue reading My Existence

In the intricate dance of life, we find ourselves caught in a perpetual oscillation between madness and wisdom. Like a pendulum swinging back and forth, we navigate the vast spectrum of human experience, constantly shifting between these two contrasting realms. Madness, with its chaotic allure, tempts us with its wild abandon. It whispers seductive promises of liberation from societal constraints, urging us to embrace the untamed corners of our minds. In its grip, we may lose ourselves to irrationality, surrendering to the whims of impulse and desire. Yet, within this madness lies a certain kind of freedom, a liberation from … Continue reading All we do is oscillate between madness and wisdom

We shall grow together, intertwined, as your roots connect with mine, creating a foundation of unbreakable strength. Pour into me and become my chlorophyll, nourishing my soul so that when the light of truth shines upon us, the grass on this side of love grows ever greener. Together, we flourish, radiant and eternal. In this garden of our making, we find solace in each other’s presence, our leaves rustling with the whispers of tender moments shared. The sunlight filters through our intertwined branches, casting dappled shadows that dance upon the ground, a testament to the harmony we have cultivated. Every … Continue reading Growing together

I saw a monster hovering over the Earth,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 Monsters

A pobreza vai muito além da simples falta de dinheiro. É um estado dilacerante de isolamento, vulnerabilidade, humilhação e desconfiança. Ela arranca a capacidade de diferenciar quem contrata de quem explora e abusa, borrando os limites até que tudo se misture. Ela cospe na ilusão simplista da meritocracia — aquela falsa crença de que o esforço individual é o único determinante das recompensas na vida. É a dor de saber, com o coração partido, que sua mãe, com as juntas castigadas pela artrite, insônia crônica e estresse pós-traumático, continua a ralar até tarde da noite. Ela vira garçonete ganhando abaixo … Continue reading Pobreza

I will never get used to myself. There is an awkwardness in simply inhabiting my own skin, as if I had arrived midway through a play without knowing the script, yet forced to improvise every line. In the vast universe of my own existence, I am a solitary pilgrim—walking corridors that lead only to more corridors, always in search of what I know I will never find. Because the finding would mean an end, and how could something so vast ever end? I am an enigma to be unraveled, though the threads keep tangling in my hands. An incomplete melody—a … Continue reading The Mystery of Not Fitting Within

Pensa que se morre. E, antes que o inevitável silêncio nos tome, há esse direito frágil, quase indecente, a um instante de bem. Carrego essa vertigem no corpo. Ela esculpe cada gesto meu com uma urgência que é, ao mesmo tempo, doce e implacável. Escuto com uma clemência que me espanta; não procuro apenas o que as palavras ousam dizer, mas tateio os abismos daquilo que os silêncios escondem. Olho. Olho com um assombro quase selvagem as raposas, as andorinhas rasgando o céu, o vento que não pede licença, o trigo que se curva. Neles, encontro a sabedoria secreta, muda … Continue reading A Grandeza da Vida

How many tears will be enough to wash me from the darkness where the heart resides? How much must I cry, and having cried, dry myself, revealing a side hitherto immersed in sorrows? How much sadness must I release and renew, so that I may always have something to cry for? How much do I insist on myself and give up on myself in the same instant? How much of me is the sea? For I fulfill daily fears that memories are made of water, and I will forever drown. How much of me is aridity? For I bring fears … Continue reading Tears

Na infância capturada em preto e branco,brilham os olhos que um dia veriam o Brasil com alma.Cada rosto, uma semente de verbo,cada sorriso, um prelúdio de páginas que mudariam mundos. Clarice Lispector, com seu mistério de dentro: “Liberdade é pouco. O que eu desejo ainda não tem nome.”E assim, ela nos ensinou a sentir o indizível. Guimarães Rosa, sertanejo de estrelas: “O real não está na saída nem na chegada: ele se dispõe para a gente é no meio da travessia.”E o meio virou eternidade. Carlos Drummond de Andrade, pedra no caminho e poesia no peito: “No meio do caminho … Continue reading Ode aos Eternos da Palavra Brasileira