Was she a woman or a muse, the one who fled through the streets of the city center? Her silhouette, outlined by the flickering glow of the streetlights, seemed to float between mist and stone, between reality and delirium. She ran with alarmed malice, her steps sparking lightning, a feverish fusion of fire and beauty that set the cobblestones ablaze. I saw her, as if she were an omen, a burning breath of unbearable fate. I asked myself then—what was the fabulous and cursed story of that woman? She passed me like a whirlwind of mystery, dragging into the night … Continue reading That Woman

I cry in Yoruba, but I pray in the name of the Universe…My tears, rivers flowing from ancestors’ wounds,carrying echoes of songs once whispered to the moon.Each sob a syllable, a language of sorrow,woven with the wisdom of those before me. I cry in Yoruba, where grief knows the drum’s embrace,where the earth hums lullabies for broken souls,where the wind carries whispers of lost tomorrows,and the rain baptizes me in memory’s call. But I pray in the name of the Universe,where light folds into the hollows of my longing,where the stars scatter my wishes like seeds of dawn,where the infinite … Continue reading Yoruba

In an intertwining of verses and symbols, the essence of life emerges, a cyclical dance, where each step and gesture is revealed to the clear eyes of the spirit. It is in the clouds that hide the rising sun, just as thoughts conceal the brightness of the Soul that feels, that the beauty of the human enigma is found. Like the seasons that adorn nature with their contrasts, so is the human being, who experiences mourning, rest, blossoming, and labor in a perpetual cycle of rebirth and transformation. Thus, each being is a reflection of what transcends it, a vibrant … Continue reading Life

You see, I have this habit of turning people into poetry before they touch me. I weave their words and actions into stanzas and verses, creating a masterpiece of their essence and soul. Before they even speak, I can feel the rhythm of their being, the cadence of their existence. Every glance, every gesture, every breath becomes a line in the symphony of their presence. I find beauty in the way they move, the way they speak, the way they exist in this world. And so, I paint them with my words, capturing the essence of their being in the … Continue reading You see, I have this habit of turning people into poetry before they touch me

In a world made of sugars, she longed for the taste of other poisons, believing that this oath would lead her to find happiness, a way to escape. Her desire was to evoke the most delicate blue in her eyes, to rediscover innocence in the smartest way, with no time for want. She immersed herself in a single word, one that could encompass all letters and sounds, to fill the void that demanded tears, yearning, and hope. This word, a universe in itself, held the power to explain everything that eluded her, encompassing her entirely. She crafted worlds, seeking other … Continue reading Made of sugar

Your dark skin is a canvas of beauty, a rich and deep hue that tells a story of strength and resilience. It holds the warmth of the sun’s embrace, a testament to the legacy of your ancestors. Though the world may not always recognize its worth, it is a treasure that shines like a precious gem. Like the mighty African kings and queens of old, your skin is a symbol of power and regality. It is a reminder of the heritage and legacy that runs through your veins. Embrace it, celebrate it, for it is a part of your identity … Continue reading Beauty

Throw away the opinions that cloud your vision, the likes and dislikes that divide your heart. Embrace the before-thinking mind, the pure essence of your being that knows no judgment, no bias. In this state of mind, we are all the same. Your before-thinking mind, my before-thinking mind, they are one and the same. And in this oneness, we find our true substance, the essence of our being that connects us to the universe. The tree, the mountain, the cloud, and you – we are all one. In the before-thinking mind, there are no words to separate us, no concepts … Continue reading Throw it all away, strip yourself naked!

Bury me with the red leaves flying off the trees,Crimson whispers, caught in twilight’s breeze.Shower me with the words you spoke in your sleep,Soft murmurs of love, a promise to keep. Bathe me so the water grazes my skin like your lips,Gentle caress of autumn’s fingertips.Kiss me with the passion I so dearly miss,Linger on my soul, an eternal abyss. ❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Interlude of Autumnal Dreams

There exists a delicate exile for our souls, a whispered secret beyond the boundaries of this world. This place, hidden behind an unassuming door, sits high above in the attic of our consciousness. It is a narrow, ethereal gap through which we slip away, seeking solace from the chaos below. In this sanctuary, time is a gentle breeze, and the weight of our burdens dissipates like morning mist. Here, we recover the fragments of ourselves lost to the whirlwinds of life. We rest, cradled by the embrace of stillness, as the wounds of our spirit mend, weaving themselves into a … Continue reading Exile

Remember my love, when we danced in the realm of invincibility, when our love knew no bounds, when it soared beyond the ordinary. Recall those days when we clung to summer’s warmth amidst winter’s chill, embracing the elegance of clouds, the freedom of birds, and the innocence of youth. Remember when we felt immortal, unscathed by wounds, untouched by pain. We once dwelled in a world untouched by wreckage, where we embraced heights and integers alone. Peace was our comforting blanket, enchantment our daily rhythm, rest our sanctuary, and miracles our routine. Remember, my love, when we left room for … Continue reading Remember