I write these words to share a truth that weighs heavily on my heart. I find myself adrift, the familiar anchors of reason slipping away. The clarity that once illuminated my path is dimming, like a nearly extinguished candle in a vast, echoing chamber of my being. My certainties are dissolving, much like a body losing its footing in the depths of an uncharted sea. I feel the ground beneath me vanishing, the solid touchpoints of my life becoming elusive. What once seemed clear and unshakeable now feels like a distant memory, an echo of a time when everything made … Continue reading Love,

In the grand library of life, you will meet two distinct types of people. The first will run a finger down the index of who you are, quickly flipping to the parts that pique their interest, skimming through the pages of your essence with a fleeting curiosity. The second will approach you with patience, taking their time to read through every chapter, lingering on the paragraphs that move them, folding corners of your story that inspired them the most. But there is a third, one you won’t expect. This person won’t just finish your sentences; they will cherish every word, … Continue reading The Book that is You

I once confided in her that I wasn’t good at anything. She looked at me with eyes full of understanding and said, “Survival is a talent.” In her gentle words, I found a profound truth. It isn’t always the grand achievements or celebrated skills that define our worth. Sometimes, it’s the quiet resilience, the strength to keep moving forward when the world feels heavy and hope seems distant. Surviving, enduring, and continuing to find beauty in each day—that itself is a remarkable talent. Her affirmation was a reminder that my existence, my persistence, is a testament to an inner strength … Continue reading Survival is a Talent

I was born shattered, missing pieces that would make me whole. I kept getting cuts from the cracks in my soul, and my heart bore scars with the patterns of its missing edges. Every time I tried to move forward, I unintentionally hurt myself. Until the day I helped mend a broken heart. I tore out a piece of my shattered heart and used it to seal their broken parts. In filling the void in someone else’s heart, I felt somehow complete. I made a vow that I would always place a shard of myself in fixing someone’s broken pieces. … Continue reading Missing a piece

I want to begin by saying how deeply sorry I am. I know I forget how to be a good friend sometimes. It’s dark where I am, and I often find it hard to breathe. But please believe me when I say that I love you, even when things get so bad that I can’t even recognize myself in the mirror. I apologize for not laughing at your jokes like I mean it, for my inability to focus, and for the times you see me frowning. Please understand that I don’t mean any of it. I’m just trying to find … Continue reading My dear friend,

Life is a journey, and you are its guide. Choose happiness because you deserve it. ❤️✨ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading When sadness envelops you, remember gentle steps to guide your heart back to light:

Who will take us by the hand when a parent departs this world or our partner leaves us behind? Who will cradle us in their arms when our dreams shatter into a thousand pieces and everything falls apart? Who will be there at our deathbed to whisper gently in our ear, “Do not fear, dear child, this is but an ancient rite of passage, a natural part of the journey, to be expected and embraced, and all is well”? Through the timeless eyes of this ancient universe, nothing in your life is a small event, nothing is insignificant or undeserving … Continue reading Who …

I stand tall, unyielding in my authenticity. My strength lies not in fragility but in the unwavering resolve of my spirit. My hair flows like the wild currents of a river, untamed and free, and my skin bears the marks of life lived boldly, not the smooth, unblemished surface of porcelain. You cannot confine me with delicate adornments or superficial beauty. I am a force of nature, grounded in my own truth, unafraid to face the world as I am. Grace and daintiness are not my virtues; instead, I possess a raw, unrefined power that comes from embracing every facet … Continue reading Whole

She embodied the spirit of Castro Alves’ golden nightingale, her voice a haunting melody that echoed Mandela’s South African anthem. In the creases of her elbows lay the story of Salvador townships, a testament to resilience etched deep into her being. Black fists woven into her braids stood as symbols of defiance and strength, each strand a tribute to the enduring fight for justice. Malcolm and Lumumba were more than just names to her; they were the breath in her lungs, the fire in her chest. Their spirits infused her, giving her the strength to pull at the iron bars … Continue reading Oyá!

L’enfer des vivants n’est pas un futur lointain; s’il existe, il est déjà parmi nous, se manifestant dans le quotidien que nous partageons. Cet enfer, nous le créons ensemble, dans nos interactions, dans nos indifférences, dans notre aveuglement collectif. Il existe deux voies pour ne pas en être consumé. La première, la plus commune, consiste à accepter cet enfer, à se fondre en lui jusqu’à ne plus le percevoir. C’est une résignation silencieuse, une capitulation devant l’inhumanité qui nous entoure. Beaucoup choisissent ce chemin, se protégeant ainsi de la douleur en se rendant insensibles à la souffrance environnante. La seconde … Continue reading Enfer