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I Am the Sum of My Scars

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I always confront my own shadows. Silly fears, like fragile whispers, cling to the edges of my consciousness. Nightmares unravel in the dark, their threads woven from fragments of memory and imagination. Sometimes, I lose myself at the corners of this life, where reality blurs into dreams, and I become a wanderer in the labyrinth of existence. Yet, amidst the chaos, there is a truth I hold close: I have become the best version of myself. Not through grand triumphs or flawless victories, but through the quiet resilience of scars etched upon my skin and soul. Each mark tells a … Continue reading I Am the Sum of My Scars

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I Am the Sum of My Scars

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I always confront my own shadows. Silly fears, like fragile whispers, cling to the edges of my consciousness. Nightmares unravel in the dark, their threads woven from fragments of memory and imagination. Sometimes, I lose myself at the corners of this life, where reality blurs into dreams, and I become a wanderer in the labyrinth of existence. Yet, amidst the chaos, there is a truth I hold close: I have become the best version of myself. Not through grand triumphs or flawless victories, but through the quiet resilience of scars etched upon my skin and soul. Each mark tells a … Continue reading I Am the Sum of My Scars

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A Sanctuary of Womanliness

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In the heart of my sanctuary, my home stands as a testament to my womanliness. Each corner, meticulously curated, whispers tales of my essence. The walls, adorned with a tapestry of textures, art, and photographs, breathe life into the space, reflecting the myriad facets of my soul. Books, with their well-worn spines, hold the wisdom of ages, while patterns dance across fabrics, echoing the rhythm of my heart. Every piece, every detail, is a deliberate choice, a reflection of my passions and dreams. Here, in this haven, I am surrounded by the things I love, each item a silent ode … Continue reading A Sanctuary of Womanliness

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Le pouvoir de l’amour

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Non, ce n’est pas l’amour qui se contente de remplir les pensées, les espaces et les temps vides. L’amour est une force créatrice, une flamme qui illumine l’obscurité de l’esprit et du cœur. C’est l’amour qui donne naissance à de nouvelles pensées, qui élargit les horizons de notre être, qui transforme l’ordinaire en extraordinaire. L’amour ne se contente pas d’occuper les vides; il les transcende, créant de nouveaux espaces là où il n’y avait que le néant. Il façonne le temps, rendant chaque moment précieux, chaque seconde une éternité d’émotions et de significations. C’est l’amour qui nous fait voir le … Continue reading Le pouvoir de l’amour

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The Unveiled Grace of Maria

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How does one connect with the invisible women of Brazil, distant from the world of bootees? She prayed out of despair; her mother loved to pray, she loved to swim. She had a habit of telling others to take a bath. She thought that by washing the outside, she could also cleanse the inside. One day she discovered that to cleanse the soul, she needed more than water and soap. Maria did not believe in naive kindness. She was suspicious of the feminine calvary, a place instituted by her mother: A woman must accept the cross, mortify herself, surrender to … Continue reading The Unveiled Grace of Maria

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The Beauty of True Care

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In the quiet moments of my reflection, like this afternoon, when the world seems to pause and the noise fades away, a profound question emerges from the depths of my soul: How many people can I claim truly care about me? Not just the ones who bring laughter and joy into my life, nor merely those I hold dear and trust implicitly. But those rare souls who feel a genuine elation when I bask in happiness and success, and who share in my sorrow when I am hurt or facing life’s trials. These are the people who, without hesitation, would … Continue reading The Beauty of True Care

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Cosmic Fire

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How can you contain such a blazing fire within? Selfishly hoarding your light, as if the universe’s secrets reside in your soul. It yearns to break free, to dance with the stars, yet you keep it hidden behind the fortress of your mind. Our roles in this fleeting existence flicker like distant constellations. Blink, and they change—ephemeral as stardust. So let your fire burn, illuminate the night, and remind the cosmos that you exist. 🌟✨ ❤️🙏🏾 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Cosmic Fire

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Tender Invitation and Transformation

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Come here, with all of your parts too soft for this world. Bring your tender heart, bruised by the harshness of life, and let it rest in the cradle of my care. Surrender your hell hurting, the pain that has etched itself into your soul, placed in hands that did not know how to hold it. I will be careful with it, with you. I will gather your layers, each fragile piece, and weave them into something different, something like heaven and moonlight. In the quiet moments, I will quiver from loving you whole, with all my smallness. My love, … Continue reading Tender Invitation and Transformation

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Beyond Labes: Prosa

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I am more than the sum of labels and roles, more than the neatly categorized boxes society assigns to me. I am not defined by my relationship status, my job, or my age. My sexuality and degree don’t encapsulate my essence, nor does my last name or appearance. I transcend these surface markers.Instead, I am rusted thoughts, the accumulation of memories and musings that cling to the edges of my consciousness. I am a bloody tongue, tasting life’s bitter and sweet moments, speaking truths that sometimes leave a metallic tang in my mouth. Every city I have breathed in lives … Continue reading Beyond Labes: Prosa

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Apology to Oneself

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In our hearts, we often find ourselves tangled in the web of apologies. We whisper “sorry” for our existence, for our limitations, for our very essence. We apologize for our illnesses, our absences, our words spoken in haste. We drown in a sea of regret, feeling the weight of every missed message, every unspoken sentiment, every moment of longing. We extend our apologies to the world, yet we forget the most crucial apology of all – the one owed to ourselves. We must learn to forgive ourselves for the times we wore masks to please those who never truly cared. … Continue reading Apology to Oneself