I do not want to be a ghost haunting my own life. I refuse to become a shadow, a mere echo of someone else’s dreams, lost in the pursuit of mediocrity. I will not allow others’ opinions to overshadow the essence of who I am. Everyone is my equal, and I will never forget that. Perfection, to me, is a myth, and I do not desire to find joy in others’ flaws. I reject the role of the know-it-all, for humility and gratitude are the true markers of wisdom. I embrace the sun and the rain with open arms, fearing … Continue reading Masterpiece

It’s in those quiet moments, the ones spent sifting through old photos or humming along with the melody, that the essence of these scenes unfurls. The familiar grooves and skipped beats of vinyl records echo the rhythm of our memories: imperfect yet invaluable. The gentle strumming of the guitar strings in a dim-lit room, the soft clinks of a spoon against a porcelain cup, the way the curtains billow slightly with the evening breeze—each element paints a vivid landscape of solitude and nostalgia. When twilight whispers and the world is painted in hues of auburn and gold, you can almost … Continue reading Nostalgia

I closed my eyes to commit a sin, far from the river of sleep. Its soothing song lured me, tempting me to uncover its deep secrets. On its lofty banks, my hopes and dreams lament, their tears reaching the riverbed. Carrying my wishes, the river lent a shoulder to my woes, swallowing forever my failures—failures I never meant. On its shores, I dethroned a sunrise, reducing it to mere flames, clinging to a fading twilight. I proudly laid my claim and built a castle of sand, my kingdom of chimera. Under the genial light of hope, I reveled in my … Continue reading Closed

I fell in love with ribbons of gold, gleaming in a stranger’s soul. As our shoulders brushed, I lost myself, forgetting my own name. I stared deep into eyes that mirrored an innocent wonder, searching for beauty’s touch. In that moment, simply being was enough. Following the sound of battered feet, I found something sacred and sweet within myself. Like audible honey, I bathed in the sound, leaping through fire in a cosmic parade. These beautiful people, I drank them in, falling in love a thousand times, knowing it would never be enough… 🙏 ©️Beatriz Esmer Continue reading In Love

I’m sorry if my responses sound silly to you at times, but I’ve become increasingly bored with how fake things are. If you want to see my serious side, if you want to witness my eyes gleaming with enthusiasm, ask me about love instead. Ask me about kindness and tenderness. Ask me about openness of heart and compassion for all… These words are like a fresh breeze in a world growing stale. Imagine a place where authenticity reigns, where hearts beat to the rhythm of genuine connection. In that world, silly responses would fade away, replaced by earnest exchanges that … Continue reading Ask me about kindness

Ah, how mistaken are those who believe I write, my dearest ones. I merely conquer the silences of the paper through sheer persistence. I insist they tell me something, I pester them to declare what they know. I intimidate with sharp accents and cutting words. And because they cannot say anything beyond what they have told me, because they cannot denounce me for threats or falsehoods, I affix my signature below. I appropriate what is not mine. You see, I would not know how to speak of such beautiful things, lies I have never used, or truths that never belonged … Continue reading The Role Of Writing