The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin unfolds in whispers, a silent symphony of touch. In this intimate dialogue, every caress is a sentence, every pressure a punctuation, a tactile poetry that transcends language. The warmth of your palm, the gentle tracing of lines, tells stories of connection, trust, and vulnerability. It’s a dance of sensations, where words fall away and the purest form of understanding emerges. The skin speaks in shivers and sighs, in the rise of goosebumps and the softening of muscles. This is the most important discussion you can ever have—an unspoken exchange where true … Continue reading Skin’s Conversation

I sincerely hope that, today and every day, each and everyone finds something for which to be thankful. Many people struggle at this time of year because there is something or someone missing in their lives. I most certainly empathize with those people, as we can all find something that we lack and are missing in our lives.What about the people and things DO have in your lives? If you focus on what have, instead of what you do not have, in your life, your outlook on life is a bit sweeter. I truly wish you a cup filled with … Continue reading I wish you …

Amid the silent sighs and fallen whispers,She sought the language of her breaking heart.“How do I translate this pain into words?” she cried,But he, with gentle eyes, did softly start: “Some feelings just don’t have a language, dear.They’re whispers in the void, pure and unbound,Beyond the grasp of mortal tongue and ear,In realms where only silent sobs resound. Yet in the spaces where no words can tread,Emotions bloom like midnight’s velvet rose,A garden nurtured by the tears unsaid,Where every petal tells of hidden woes. So let your heartache be a secret song,A melody that’s heard but never sung,For in the … Continue reading Feelings

I don’t know much about a lot of things. I don’t understand how governments can betray their own people, how innocent children fall victim to the cruel sting of bullets, how the earth trembles beneath the weight of our actions, and yet we refuse to accept responsibility for the damage we have wrought. I don’t know when it became taboo to share our deepest sorrows and questions, to seek solace in our collective vulnerability. I don’t know. But amidst the chaos and despair, I do know that there is a sacred pulse, a divine rhythm that resonates in the heart … Continue reading I do not know …

Comfortable Skin, like a cherished blanket, wraps me in tranquility. Tanned Skin, kissed by the sun’s gentle embrace, tells tales of warm adventures. Happy Skin, radiating joy from every pore, glows with the light of countless smiles. Interested Skin, with its curious texture and eager touch, seeks to enrich my days and nights with wonder. This is Beautiful Skin, not just a surface, but a testament to a life well-lived, accompanied by a sense of mind that appreciates every moment of this fascinating journey. 🙏🏾❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Skin, Sacred and Lived Skin

In the quiet embrace of a new dawn, I envision a world where you find solace in the simple yet profound treasures of life. May books be your refuge, each page a sanctuary of wisdom and wonder, opening doors to worlds yet unseen. Let flowers grace your days, their delicate beauty a reminder of nature’s tender artistry and the bloom of hope in every season. I wish for you to savor the sweetness of fruit, nourishing both body and soul, a symbol of life’s abundance and the joy of harvest. May you break free from the chains that anchor you … Continue reading I wish you love…

In the alchemy of time, take twelve fine, full-grown months and cleanse them of the remnants of old bitterness, rancor, and hate. Let the past dissolve into the ether, leaving these months fresh and pure, untainted by the burdens of yesteryears. With a gentle hand, divide these months into equal portions, each day a new canvas waiting to be painted with the hues of life. Do not rush, for haste can spoil the entire concoction. Instead, prepare each day with care and intention, infusing it with the essential ingredients of faith, patience, courage, and work—without which the flavor of life … Continue reading Happy New Year Recipe

Em meio às lágrimas, afoguei-me inúmeras vezes, senhor. Remando incessantemente, ora contra, ora a favor, perdi-me nas correntes de minhas próprias decisões. Lancei a âncora quando era hora de partir, e parti quando era hora de aportar. Sofri tanto com a fome quanto com os excessos, senhor. Enfrentei miragens e silêncios profundos. Naveguei em direção às tempestades, conforme os caprichos das minhas marés. Inventei piratas que saqueavam meus tesouros, tornando-me uma filha distante das constelações. Tornei-me marinheiro no tempo, sem jamais aprender a nadar. Foi somente assim, na jornada árdua da vida, que pude desmorrer e renascer. Na batalha constante … Continue reading Águas Profundas

As we bid farewell to the words of last year, let us embrace the promise of a new beginning. Last year’s language has served its purpose, and now, we stand on the threshold of a fresh chapter. Next year’s words await another voice—your voice, filled with hope, dreams, and the wisdom of experiences past. To make an end is to make a beginning, and in this new dawn, we find the beauty of endless possibilities. As we step into the new year, let us carry forward the lessons we’ve learned, the love we’ve shared, and the strength we’ve discovered within … Continue reading New voice, New Year!

I began to write poetry when I truly understood its essence. Poetry is not bound by rhyme schemes, iambic pentameter, or alliteration. It is not confined to exquisite word choice, intricate meanings, or melodic rhythms. Poetry is the blood in my veins, the pulse in my wrist, and the marrow in my bones. Poetry is the thoughts that dance through my mind, the music that reverberates within my heart, and a sliver of my soul captured in verse. It is the raw, unfiltered expression of my innermost being, transcending the mere mechanics of language. Poetry is the lifeblood of my … Continue reading Poetry is the Blood in My veins