It is fairly simple. Hate comes back as hate, love comes back as love. Life is a cycle that completes itself, shaped by the choices we make and how we allow circumstances to affect us. Each action, each emotion, sets off a ripple that returns to us, echoing the energy we put out into the world. When we choose hate, we invite darkness into our lives, a shadow that grows and returns to us, feeding on our negativity. It is a cycle of pain and suffering, perpetuated by our own choices. But when we choose love, we open ourselves to … Continue reading Circle

On a serene Saturday morning, lay naked in fresh sheets, embracing your vulnerability and pride. Blush as you peek through your fingers, watching how the beams of light dance on your skin. Love yourself deeply, instead of seeking it in others. Whisper affection to your thighs, comparing them to captivating landscapes. Recite forgotten love notes to your hips, apologizing for past hurts and yearning for simpler connections. Remember, letting go doesn’t mean weakness. Explore every dip and crevice of your body, each curve, speck, and scar. Apologize to every part you’ve hurt, reminding yourself of your substance and core. Teach … Continue reading Naked

You taste like the poetry I wish I could write. Your essence lingers on my lips, a symphony of words unspoken, verses yet to be penned. Each kiss is a stanza, each touch a line, weaving a tapestry of emotions that I yearn to capture in the art of my writing. You are the inspiration behind every unfinished poem, the muse that stirs my soul and ignites my creativity. In your presence, I feel the rush of words flooding my mind, dancing on the edge of my consciousness, begging to be released. But no matter how I try, the poetry … Continue reading Bia’s Prose

Ingmar Bergman’s words from “Through A Glass Darkly” eloquently capture the fragility of our personal boundaries and the vulnerability inherent in our attempts to protect ourselves from life’s unpredictability. The metaphor of drawing a magic circle around oneself symbolizes our desire to create a safe space, a sanctuary for our inner thoughts and secret dreams. However, life, with its relentless force, often breaks through these defenses, rendering our carefully constructed games seemingly insignificant. Each time this happens, we are compelled to redraw our boundaries, to rebuild our defenses in a continuous cycle of self-preservation. This reflection speaks to the human … Continue reading Bergman’s Words

He filled himself with emptiness, and it was the absence that oppressed his chest. A void that accompanied him, growing heavier during the nights. He lived to forget himself; he ran to avoid himself. The empty elevator, the crowded office, the gym, the traffic jam, the anxieties, lunch, dinner, the fear, and the distant gaze were all measures to avoid confronting himself. What would he say to himself if he could? What truth would he rub in his own face? What sadness would he choose to cry over? He pushed love away when love chose him. And perhaps that was … Continue reading Urban Life

Definindo hoje o animal humano: o hóspede mal-educado do planeta! Não há como ver cada notícia sobre nosso ecossistema sendo intencionalmente destruído e ignorar a capacidade de destruição do homem. Cada um de nós pode fazer pouco pela preservação das espécies. Eu, pelo menos, ainda me indigno! E você? Em um mundo onde a natureza nos acolhe com generosidade, o ser humano, muitas vezes, age como um hóspede ingrato. A cada notícia de devastação, de espécies ameaçadas, de florestas queimadas, somos lembrados da nossa capacidade de destruição. É um triste reflexo da nossa desconexão com o planeta que nos sustenta. … Continue reading Animal Humano

When a man tells you he’s “not sure” about the relationship, it’s already over. He’s either working on someone new or too much of a coward to truly end things. A man who loves a woman will move mountains for her. Trust me, if he’s not fighting for you, he’s not the one. Pay attention to the stories he tells you. If he mentions a nice restaurant or a show, he didn’t go with a buddy or alone. And yes, most men look at porn. Frequently. Your tears should be his Kryptonite; if he doesn’t care when you cry, he’s … Continue reading Hard truths from the mouths of men…

Don’t ever let anyone tell you what you can and can’t do. This life? This shit is hard. And people will spit in your face. People will break your heart. People will laugh at your pain. Some days will hurt you to your very core. It will happen, but don’t ever fucking give up on being yourself. In the face of adversity, remember that your strength lies in your authenticity. The world may try to mold you, to break you, but your true power comes from staying true to who you are. Embrace your uniqueness, your quirks, and your passions. … Continue reading Darling,

Every night, as we lay our heads down to rest, we step into the unknown without any assurance of what the next morning holds. Yet, with unwavering faith, we set our alarms to wake up to a new day. This is hope—an enduring whisper within us, urging us to keep moving forward. Hope is that quiet voice inside, gently reminding us that there is always a reason to rise, to face whatever comes, and to believe in the promise of tomorrow. It is the courage to continue, to find light even in the darkest of nights. 🙏🏾❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Hope

“A arte sempre foi isto – interrogação pura, questão retórica sem a retórica – embora se diga que aparece pela realidade social.” Art, in its purest form, has always been an open-ended question, a rhetorical query stripped of its rhetorical clothing. It exists not merely as a reflection of social reality, but as a canvas for the deepest musings of the human soul. Like the works of Beckett, it delves into the existential, the profound, the spaces where certainty wavers and ambiguity reigns. In the realm of art, there are no clear answers, no tidy conclusions. Each piece is a … Continue reading Beckett it! ♥