Sometimes, I find myself gazing into the mirror, examining each feature in turn: my eyes, my mouth, the contour of my forehead, the curve of my eyelids, the line of my face. And this coarse and ugly amalgamation, grotesque and miserable, could it truly know how to craft verses? Ah, no! There must be something else… but what? After all, why ponder? Living is not knowing that one is alive. It is a dance, a fleeting moment of existence that we seldom pause to dissect. In the reflection staring back at me, I see the undeniable evidence of life, etched … Continue reading Before the Mirror

Love is religion. It is my religion. I found it on my knees at the meeting of your thighs, coursing through my body until it kissed the tips of my toes. You were god, your body, I crowned my temple. I worshipped as the sun climaxed, in parting your lips, I whispered a prayer against the soft curve of your neck. In those moments, the world ceased to exist, and there was only the sacred connection between us. Each touch, each breath, was a hymn, a devotion to the divine within you. The reverence I felt was pure, unwavering, a … Continue reading Temple

There is no remedy for death — or birth — except to hug the spaces in between. In the grand tapestry of existence, the only certainty is the inevitability of birth and death. Yet, it is the spaces in between, the moments that we fill with our presence, that truly define the richness of our lives. Live loud. Embrace the world with your voice, your laughter, and your passions. Let your spirit resonate with the vibrancy of your being, leaving echoes of joy and love in your wake. Live wide. Expand your horizons, reach out with open arms to embrace … Continue reading Live Loud!

Swallow the dolor of your darkness and spit out a riviere of constellations. Transform the weight of your sorrow into a stream of stars, a luminous testament to your resilience. Eat your ego, shedding the confines of pride, and let humility be your guide. Quit your melancholy; let joy and lightness take root in your soul. Be a blind cartographer, navigating the uncharted landscapes of your spirit, earning your disappearances with every step into the unknown. Create a crescendo of compassion unto your invisible schisms, healing the fractures within. Eclipse the era, breaking free from the shackles of time and … Continue reading Cântico para Morgana Bells

I suppose I always wanted what Dante Alighieri spoke of, “L’amore che muove il sole e l’altre stelle.” It’s not that I am a hopeless romantic, but rather that I have always yearned for a love so profound, so powerful, that it could move the stars themselves. There is something indescribably compelling about the idea of a love that transcends the ordinary, that reaches beyond the mundane confines of everyday life. This love, imbued with the essence of the universe, capable of moving celestial bodies, is the kind of love that I have craved. It’s a love that doesn’t merely … Continue reading Dante

It’s striking, isn’t it? Humanity takes pride in splitting the atom, unraveling the mysteries of the universe, yet we still grapple with the simplest act of sharing bread. We marvel at our scientific achievements, but often overlook the fundamental human compassion that binds us. To truly progress, we must learn to divide not just atoms, but also the essence of kindness and generosity. For in the act of sharing, we discover the true power of our humanity. 🌍❤️🙏🏾 ©️Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Sharing

“I woke up in anger. No, the world does not please me. Most people are dead and don’t know it, or they live with charlatanism.” And love, instead of giving, demands. Those who like us want us to be something they need. Lying brings remorse. And not lying is a gift the world doesn’t deserve. The truth is a burden, a gift that few appreciate. Perhaps that is why I wake up in anger, with my chest swollen with indignation that words cannot contain. It is a silent scream, a quiet revolt against the hypocrisy that permeates every corner of … Continue reading Cholera

I emptied my spaces so as not to commit the same mistakes or nurture old anxieties. Stripped of myself, I revealed my failures, my insecurities, my temperamental outbursts, my fragilities, without fearing the harsh truth. Driven by my own will, I rebuilt myself with joys, recycled my disappointments to laugh at myself, at my craziness. Renewed by my own essence, I am half full and the other half waiting for new experiences. I, a reading of myself, now read myself entirely, without the fear and shame of knowing who I am… Letting go of the past is an act of … Continue reading My own

In the silent corridors of my heart, I have wandered alone, not through empty rooms or deserted streets, but within the intricate tales of love. Each story, a world unto itself, has been both my sanctuary and my solitude. In these love stories, I have found myself enveloped by the echoes of emotions, walking hand in hand with shadows of what might have been. Every love story is a universe where loneliness and intimacy intertwine, where I have danced with the ghosts of unspoken words and unfulfilled promises. In these narratives, I have been both the protagonist and the observer, … Continue reading — Have you ever lived alone?— Yes.— Where?— In some love stories.

It’s curious how certain figures in history have had their names attached to things that rarely reflected who they were in life. Take Sappho, for instance. From the scraps and fragments handed down over the centuries, we know she was bisexual, at least by today’s understanding of the term. She was married to a merchant named Cercylas and had a daughter named Celis. Despite all the wonderful love poems to women that she wrote, legend has it that she killed herself by jumping off the Leucadian cliffs for her love of Phaon, a village fisherman. In the 19th and 20th … Continue reading Sappho