I knew the power of a single wish, after all. It was like a whisper in the wind, barely heard but with the potential to create a storm. It was like a drop in the ocean, seemingly insignificant but with the ability to create ripples that reached the farthest shores. Invisible and inevitable, like a butterfly that beats its wings in one corner of the globe and with that single action changes the weather halfway across the world. That was the power of a wish. It held the potential to set in motion a chain of events, to bring about … Continue reading Wish

Je ne me rappelle plusCes moments de trop grande souffranceOù ma vie était erranceOù tout me semblait étrangement superflu. Je ne me rappelle plusToutes ces violences, toutes ces horreursQui mettaient mon cœurExempt de douceur devant l’inconnu…😔 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Ma vie

The morning you left, the air in the kitchen didn’t just move; it thickened, turning into a substance I had to breathe with effort. I looked at the mug, the one your lips had just touched, and I saw it not as a vessel, but as a limit. My fingers traced the rim, searching for the ghost of a contact that was already becoming a memory. To wash it was a ritual of violence and grace. I scrubbed meticulously, attempting to cleanse the ceramic of your existence, as if by erasing the physical stain of you, I could perform a … Continue reading Departure

Ho voglia di abbracciarti, di avvolgerti tra le mie braccia e sentire il tuo respiro accanto al mio. Voglio perdersi in quel gesto tanto semplice ma così carico di significato, voglio dimenticare tutto il resto e concentrarmi solo su di te, sul tuo calore che mi avvolge e mi fa sentire al sicuro. Voglio abbracciarti senza parole, lasciando che il silenzio sia il nostro unico complice, mentre il tempo si ferma e ci permette di godere di quell’istante di intimità e dolcezza. Voglio sentire la tua presenza vicino a me, sentire il battito del tuo cuore che si unisce al … Continue reading Ho voglia di abbracciarti

People are akin to cities, each harboring enigmatic alleys, vibrant gardens, and clandestine rooftops where secrets dance in the moonlit hours. Just as daisies sprout courageously between the cracks of concrete, so do our innermost vulnerabilities and joys, often concealed from the world. We are but enigmatic metropolises, offering mere postcard glimpses of our grandeur, showcasing only the polished squares and the majestic skylines. Yet, love, like a seasoned explorer, unravels the tapestry of our souls, uncovering those hidden realms within another, even the ones they themselves had not fathomed, even the ones they hadn’t deemed beautiful. It is in … Continue reading People X Cities

Hello, My Name is Immigrant, and I am a scar tissue stretched over the jagged teeth of a border fence. My words may still cut like glass, but now they are muffled by the sound of heavy boots on the porch and the hum of white vans idling at the curb. My tongue still struggles to embrace a new cadence, but now it also learns the heavy silence of a mouth held shut to stay invisible. The Architecture of Fear Hello, My Name is “Targeted Enforcement,” and I am the embodiment of a perseverance that has been forced into hiding. … Continue reading Hello, My Name is Immigrant II: The Steel and the Shadow

A long life to all those who bother us with their singularities. To those who disturb other people’s shadows with sharp illuminances. To those who disarm idiotic convictions with sharp intelligence. To those who burn and to set on fire, they expel and forgive, scratch and welcome with equal ease. Long life to those who invite the dance, the abyss, the love, the embrace and the imbalances. And those that stretch in life, on the bar table, on the bed sheets and in the space of our longings… ❤ Continue reading Axé!

I am the verse that takes your name, no, not just the name, but the thing-itself. I am the word that confesses the wild pain of longing, that unnamable animal breathing in the dark. To love is to displace the soul; it is to inhabit a house that does not belong to us, a terrifying and holy eviction. When our discussions lose their way in the imperfect past, I seek the future-more-than-perfect, that tense where we finally deserve to exist. You laugh softly, and I draw your mouth with my tongue, a slow calligraphy of the skin. I respect your … Continue reading The Future-More-Than-Perfect

E assim, na vastidão desatenta da vida, inventamos caminhos, ou talvez os caminhos nos inventem primeiro. Caminhar não é apenas deslocar o corpo; é um modo de possuir o espaço. Cada passo é uma dança muda, um equilíbrio precário sobre o abismo de ser. E o tropeço? Ah, o tropeço é a lição que o chão nos dá. Caímos, e no impacto da queda, a carne descobre que é viva. Levantamos. Cansamos. Mas é nesse cansaço, essa “coisa” pesada e doce, que o movimento nos revela quem somos. A fuga, ora veja, é um equívoco de quem não entende de … Continue reading O Ofício de Ser

Jogue tudo fora. Fique nua, não de panos, mas de significados. É preciso arrancar, com as unhas se necessário, as opiniões que embaçam o brilho liso do olhar e os gostos que retalham o coração em “sim” e “não”. Existe um estado que precede o pensamento, uma essência bruta que ignora o julgamento e desconhece o viés. É ali que eu te encontro. Nesse silêncio antes da palavra, somos assustadoramente os mesmos. A minha mente-antes-de-pensar e a sua são uma substância única, uma matéria-prima que nos devolve ao que somos: um pulso conectado ao universo. Não há mais “eu” e … Continue reading O Desvestir da Alma