As the car meandered through the familiar streets, each house seemed to breathe life, their facades whispering stories of yesteryears. It was as if I could hear the echo of past conversations, the joyous shouts of children chasing dreams under the dappled sunlight. The trees, ancient and wise, swayed gently, their leaves dancing in a symphony with the wind, sharing secrets only they could understand. The aroma of homemade food wafted through the air, a comforting embrace that spoke of love and care, of family gatherings and simple pleasures. It was a fragrance that transcended time, pulling me back to … Continue reading A familiar Place

Poverty transcends the mere absence of money. It is a harrowing state of isolation, vulnerability, humiliation, and mistrust. It strips away the ability to distinguish between employers, exploiters, and abusers, blurring the lines until they become indistinguishable. It holds in contempt the simplistic illusion of meritocracy—the false belief that one’s efforts alone determine their rewards. It is the heart-wrenching knowledge that your mother, with her arthritic joints, relentless insomnia, and post-traumatic stress disorder, continues to work late into the night. She waits tables for less than minimum wage or pushes a janitor’s cart, cleaning the excrement-filled toilets of polished professionals. … Continue reading Poverty

Within the confines of my soul, I am a multitude. Countless characters reside within, each with their own story, their own voice, their own yearning to be heard. These personas, vibrant and restless, clamor against the chains that bind them, desperate to taste the freedom of expression. It is only through the prose and poems that flow from my fingertips that they find release, breathing life into the world through my words. In this dance of creativity, there is no singular “right” person, no definitive form to encapsulate who I am. There are only feelings, raw and unfiltered, that paint … Continue reading Multitude

Ironically, there exist those souls, so profoundly complex that even the muses would falter. People whose essence transcends the confines of verses and stanzas, their layers woven intricately with threads of time and hues unseen by mortal eyes. Their beauty, ephemeral and unanchored by eternity, meanders through the corridors of existence, silently gracing the earth with an untraceable splendor. These are the beings of untold stories, whose very presence defies the permanence of ink, leaving their mark in ways that words will never capture. ❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Some People

My love is from a faraway place where nostalgia grows, rooted in the soil of memories and dreams. It is a love unsteady and inconsolable, clothed in both anxiety and joy, a paradox of emotions that intertwine like vines. My love is seldom yet common, a quiet whisper in the din of existence, abundant with dreams yet steadfast in its truth. It is a love that radiates warmth like the sun and offers solace like the shade of a palm, always reliable, always legitimate. My love loves with all its might, embracing both defects and virtues with equal fervor. It … Continue reading From a Faraway Place

The world will slap you in the face. You will be kicked in the teeth and you will ache in places where you did not know you had bones. You will bleed. This is certain because you are so small and you are no match. No, you will crawl in the dirt and you will starve for days and days. Your home will perish because nothing in the world is certain. Someday soon your mind will zip free like an uncoiling cassette tape. The black film will spin out of control and in your delusion you will feel so wonderful. … Continue reading Stand up!

Pensa che si muore e che prima di morire tutti hanno diritto a un attimo di bene. Questa riflessione mi accompagna, scolpendo ogni gesto con una dolce urgenza. Ascolto con clemenza, cercando di comprendere non solo le parole, ma anche i silenzi. Guardo con ammirazione le volpi, le poiane, il vento, il grano, trovando in essi la saggezza della natura. Imparo a chinarmi su un mendicante, ad accarezzare un cane, gesti semplici che tessono un arazzo di umanità. Cerco continuamente parole migliori, perché so che le parole hanno il potere di guarire e di ferire. Imparo a sentire l’energia del … Continue reading Grandezza Della Vita

“What is your drug of choice?” she asked, her eyes searching his with a mix of curiosity and concern. He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips, and replied, “Hope.” “Hope,” he said, “the most addicting one of all.” In that moment, the weight of his words hung in the air, shimmering with an unspoken truth. Hope, that elusive, intoxicating force, had woven itself into the very fabric of his being. It was the light that pierced through the darkest nights, the whisper that urged him forward when all seemed lost. Hope was his lifeline, his anchor in the … Continue reading Hope

There is something so beautiful about people who love and want the best for you without trying to change or fix you, as though you were broken. It’s a rare and precious kind of love that sees beyond flaws, that doesn’t seek to mold you into someone else’s ideal. Instead, it celebrates you in your entirety, acknowledging your strengths, your quirks, and even your imperfections. It’s a testament of love to look at someone and see their true essence, to recognize their potential and capacity to grow without it being condescending. To love someone in this way is to offer … Continue reading To Be Loved

I love from far away, enveloped in the mirage of longing. I love the deep, the torrents, the deserts, and I embrace my madness! I rise it as a beacon in the dark night, a flame that dances wildly against the shadows. I feel the rain on my skin, the blood coursing through my veins, and the songs that linger on my lips. Oh! Let no one impose pious intentions upon me; may nobody ask me for directions. May no one tell me, ‘Come here!’ My life is a storm that broke and lost itself in its own fury. It … Continue reading I Love From Far