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

Never dream, love, or write poetry with anything less than all of your heart. To dream is to transcend the mundane, to explore the vast expanse of imagination where possibilities are endless. Dream with abandon, with every fiber of your being, for it is in these dreams that the seeds of greatness are sown. Allow your heart to be the compass, guiding you through the uncharted territories of your mind, where only the bold dare to venture. To love with anything less than all your heart is to deny the very essence of love itself. Love demands vulnerability, courage, and … Continue reading Pour Yourself Into Poetry

Sometimes, it all makes perfect sense to me. My time here is limited, and life is beautiful, miraculous, fragile, and so very precious. Every moment is a fleeting miracle, a delicate dance of existence that I treasure deeply. I don’t have a second to waste, for each heartbeat is a gift, each breath a testament to the wonder of life. And so, I love you all. I love you, life. I love you, my Creator, Universe. In the vast expanse of being, I find solace and joy in the connections that bind us all, in the love that flows through … Continue reading The Promise of Tomorrow

Selfishness unifies the insignificant. It is not height, nor weight, nor muscles that make a person great… It is their boundless sensitivity. In a world often enamored with superficial measures of strength and success, it is the profound sensitivity of the soul that truly distinguishes greatness. This sensitivity, an innate ability to empathize and connect deeply with others, transcends physical attributes and societal accolades. It reveals a person’s true character, a heart capable of understanding, caring, and loving without limits. Such sensitivity is a quiet strength, an unassuming power that resonates deeply within the hearts of those it touches. It … Continue reading Human Spirit

The more emotional intelligence you develop, the less you take things personally. You begin to realize that people’s behavior is actually a reflection of the relationship they have with themselves — their self-awareness, emotional maturity, and even the state of their own nervous system. Over time, you understand that: This awareness brings lightness: you stop carrying guilt that isn’t yours, you learn to set healthy boundaries, and you begin to cultivate more authentic relationships. Emotional intelligence doesn’t mean becoming indifferent, but rather developing clarity so you don’t confuse what belongs to you with what belongs to others. At the core, … Continue reading Emotional Intelligence and Inner Freedom

I am a ghost, draped in the beauty of my unseen qualities Invisible to the eyes of the living, but no less beautiful I wander through the fine mists and dense fog seeking out others like me, searching for connection in this ethereal realm. The living is bound by what they can touch, taste, smell, and hear but we, the ghosts, are free from such constraints we find beauty in the intangible, in the unseen and the unspoken We long for connection, for the tender touch of another ghost. But the living fear what they cannot see and so I … Continue reading I am a ghost …

Sometimes, it gets tiring. Closed doors, keys that don’t open them, the anguish of not knowing how to unlock them. The will that builds its nest in the greenest branches and spends time incubating eggs that seem never to hatch. The waiting for the flight of butterflies that take ages to break free from their cocoons. The repeated emergence of “no” when life tirelessly prepares banquets of welcome for the “yes.” The “almost” that extends so long it feels endless. And lurking, always following our courage from a distance, the dangerous prospect of “never,” waiting for every gap created by … Continue reading Sometimes…