I am sitting here with a stomach full of a violent love, coarse and raw, scratching my throat on its way down. You can still taste the rust on my iron words as they escape, desperate for fresh air. I am sitting here with a stomach full of a merciless love, a shining golden love that will hurt if you stare too long, an indigo love that defies definition, a love of rainbows and clouds. My belly is raining different shades of passion, each drop a testament to the storm within. My love counts bodies. My love takes prisoners. My … Continue reading Violent Love

Manoel, a simple man, evoked sacrifice, hard work, pain, and punishment. My father defied the challenges of this difficult life, reshaping his name to be strong and voracious. He revered work, simplicity, and selflessness throughout his life. A naive soul, not tainted by malice, even though at times we couldn’t understand his contrite soul. In a rush, he ran to everything, he was his own impulse. Perhaps he was marked by an urgency he didn’t know. We never really know what drives us, but my father was driven by good deeds, analyzing now after years with my experience. He made … Continue reading Manoel

I love the far away and the mirage, the unreachable dreams that dance on the horizon. I am drawn to the deep, the turbulent torrents, and the desolate deserts. My soul is filled with a beautiful madness, a fire that burns bright in the darkness. I raise my madness like a beacon, guiding me through the blackest of nights. I am not afraid to feel the rain, the blood, and the songs on my lips. I embrace the chaos, the rawness of life, and I reject pious intentions and false comforts. No one can dictate my path, no one can … Continue reading From far away

— In the shadowy depths of the mind, where chains are forged not of iron but of thought, lies the most insidious form of bondage: mental slavery. It is a prison without walls, a cage without bars, where the captives walk freely, unaware of the shackles that bind their souls. This slavery is a master of deception, cloaking itself in the guise of liberty, whispering sweet lies of autonomy and choice. Under its spell, the oppressed become the unwitting defenders of their own subjugation. They trust, love, and even revere their oppressors, seeing them not as the architects of their … Continue reading Mental slavery is the worst form of slavery. It gives you the illusion of freedom, makes you trust, love, and defend your oppressor while making an enemy of those who are trying to free you or open your eyes.

Selfishness unifies the insignificant. It is not height, nor weight, nor muscles that make a person great… It is their boundless sensitivity. In a world often enamored with superficial measures of strength and success, it is the profound sensitivity of the soul that truly distinguishes greatness. This sensitivity, an innate ability to empathize and connect deeply with others, transcends physical attributes and societal accolades. It reveals a person’s true character, a heart capable of understanding, caring, and loving without limits. Such sensitivity is a quiet strength, an unassuming power that resonates deeply within the hearts of those it touches. It … Continue reading Human Spirit

Sometimes, it all makes perfect sense to me. My time here is limited, and life is beautiful, miraculous, fragile, and so very precious. Every moment is a fleeting miracle, a delicate dance of existence that I treasure deeply. I don’t have a second to waste, for each heartbeat is a gift, each breath a testament to the wonder of life. And so, I love you all. I love you, life. I love you, my Creator, Universe. In the vast expanse of being, I find solace and joy in the connections that bind us all, in the love that flows through … Continue reading The Promise of Tomorrow

Never dream, love, or write poetry with anything less than all of your heart. To dream is to transcend the mundane, to explore the vast expanse of imagination where possibilities are endless. Dream with abandon, with every fiber of your being, for it is in these dreams that the seeds of greatness are sown. Allow your heart to be the compass, guiding you through the uncharted territories of your mind, where only the bold dare to venture. To love with anything less than all your heart is to deny the very essence of love itself. Love demands vulnerability, courage, and … Continue reading Pour Yourself Into Poetry

She stepped onto the sand with firm feet, forsaking the false shortcuts she had once chosen. She had sailed through her previous life with sails hoisted, carried by the breath of other voices, countless ideas, and many pieces of advice. And so, arriving where she never wanted to be, she reached nowhere. Today was the first day of an entire year that promised to reveal the new, and among all those there, contemplating the colorful sky and drinking champagne, she awaited her first promise of the future, coming from within. She wished to translate herself tomorrow and the day after … Continue reading Choice

Ici, nous souffrons d’une agitation émotionnelle sans fin. Parfois, nous souffrons sans causes ou motifs, mais nous portons toujours la poitrine congestionnée de douleurs. Nous avons fait des attentes inutiles. Le coeur, nous exposons aux choix naufragés de la passion; commencer à vivre avec des sentiments recyclables et chercher des émotions en rotation, aimer seulement la moitié de nous-mêmes…❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading L’étranger …

Sometimes, it gets tiring. Closed doors, keys that don’t open them, the anguish of not knowing how to unlock them. The will that builds its nest in the greenest branches and spends time incubating eggs that seem never to hatch. The waiting for the flight of butterflies that take ages to break free from their cocoons. The repeated emergence of “no” when life tirelessly prepares banquets of welcome for the “yes.” The “almost” that extends so long it feels endless. And lurking, always following our courage from a distance, the dangerous prospect of “never,” waiting for every gap created by … Continue reading Sometimes…