It happened on a Tuesday, or maybe it was a Thursday. The kind of day that slips between the cracks of memory, not for lack of importance, but because it arrived quietly. We were sitting across from each other, coffee cooling in porcelain cups, the conversation meandering through the usual detours until it landed on something unexpected. “Have you ever lived alone?” you asked. Not in the way people usually mean it — not about rent or roommates or the silence of an empty apartment. You were asking something else. I could tell by the way your eyes didn’t blink, … Continue reading Where I’ve Lived

He didn’t arrive with promises. He arrived with presence. And it was with words — sharp, sweet, precise — that he broke me. First in silence, then in questions that stripped my soul bare. I thought I knew myself, but he unraveled me like someone reading a forbidden book by candlelight. Then, effortlessly, he opened my mouth. Not for kisses — not yet — but for laughter. Laughter that came from a place I didn’t even know existed. He filled my mouth with pure air, like he was breathing life into me. He knew exactly where my sad bones were … Continue reading He Lit Me Up

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us. Not with bitterness, not with the clenched fist of resentment, but with the open palm of grace. Let us release them like autumn leaves, golden and trembling, drifting away on the wind—not because they were unworthy, but because we are worthy of peace. There is a quiet dignity in letting go. In choosing not to carry the weight of unmet affection, we make space for the warmth of those who do love us, who see us not as a mirror for their needs but as a soul to be cherished. … Continue reading Let us …

J’ai pris un morceau de toi… Pas par caprice. Pas par jeu. Mais comme on cueille une étoile filante dans le ciel d’un soir d’été, avec la peur douce qu’elle s’éteigne trop vite. Ce morceau, ce fragment de toi, je l’ai volé sans bruit, comme un souffle dans la nuit. Et depuis, il vit en moi. Il ne s’agit pas d’un souvenir figé, ni d’une image pâlie par le temps. Non. Ce que j’ai pris, c’est ton feu. Ton essence. Ce qui fait que, même dans le silence, tu résonnes. Ce morceau de toi, je l’ai noué à mon âme … Continue reading Un morceau de toi – Crônica de inverno

Dear daughters, There was a time when the world spoke in verses that did not echo our names. The pages of poetry fluttered with beauty, but none bore the fingerprints of our truth. In those moments, I learned something sacred: silence is not absence—it is an invitation. So I searched. I wandered through libraries of longing and archives of ache, hoping to find a poem that mirrored our journey. I held up each stanza like a mirror, asking, Is this us? But the reflections were blurred, the metaphors too distant. So I wrote. I dipped my pen into the ink … Continue reading Chronicle of the Unwritten Verse

Hoje é aniversário de 83 anos de Milton Nascimento, meu cantor e compositor favorito. E eu não consigo deixar de sentir uma mistura de gratidão e tristeza. Gratidão por tudo o que ele me deu — sem nunca ter me conhecido. Tristeza por saber que hoje ele está doente, enfrentando a demência, essa doença cruel que apaga memórias, que rouba identidades. Como pode uma mente tão brilhante, tão cheia de poesia, se esquecer de quem é? As músicas de Milton são parte de mim. Elas me acompanham desde sempre — nos momentos de alegria, nas dores mais profundas, nas descobertas, … Continue reading Milton Nascimento: A Voz Que Mora em Mim

Let them sleep, those who have not yet heard the whisper of the infinite in the rustling of leaves, who have not felt the pulse of the universe in the silence between heartbeats. Let them rest in the comfort of certainty, in the warmth of well-worn beliefs, while the rest of us dissolve into the mystery. There is a Love that does not ask for permission. It floods the soul like spring thaw, like moonlight spilling through a broken window. It does not wait for understanding, nor does it seek approval from the intellect. It simply arrives—unannounced, unashamed—and begins its … Continue reading 🌙 Let Them Sleep — A Prose Meditation

Não adianta, meu bem.Há coisas que não se contêm, não se comprimem, não se domesticam.Oceano não cabe em represa, assim como sentimento não cabe em silêncio.Tentei, juro que tentei.Construí muros, digitei mensagens que nunca enviei, sorri quando queria gritar.Mas o que é imenso não se esconde.O que pulsa não se cala.E então, transbordei.Não por fraqueza, mas por excesso.Excesso de amor, de dor, de tudo que não coube em mim.E nesse transbordar, descobri que há beleza na inundação.Porque só quem transborda é quem tem o mar dentro de si. ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Transbordar

Ela não nasceu pronta. Foi se fazendo. Ponto por ponto, linha por linha, como quem borda a própria alma com paciência e coragem. Se costurou na fé, como quem se ancora no invisível para não se perder no que os olhos veem. Era preciso firmeza para não se afogar nas marés do mundo — e a fé, essa linha invisível, a mantinha à tona. Se alinhavou no amor próprio, porque já conhecia demais os espinhos do impróprio. Já se prendeu em laços que mais pareciam nós. Aprendeu, então, que o primeiro abraço tem que vir de dentro. Se enfeitou de … Continue reading Costuras de Si

Some relationships will come, some relationships will go, and some will forever remain close to your heart. Each person who enters your life leaves an indelible mark, shaping who you are and who you will become. There will be those with whom you share laughter, shedding tears of joy and developing deeper, lasting bonds. Equally, there will be those who bring pain, igniting fury and teaching hard lessons. These connections, no matter how brief or tumultuous, contribute to your growth. They teach you about resilience, empathy, and the complexities of human emotions. As people walk in and out of your … Continue reading Relationship