She stepped onto the sand with firm feet, forsaking the false shortcuts she had once chosen. She had sailed through her previous life with sails hoisted, carried by the breath of other voices, countless ideas, and many pieces of advice. And so, arriving where she never wanted to be, she reached nowhere. Today was the first day of an entire year that promised to reveal the new, and among all those there, contemplating the colorful sky and drinking champagne, she awaited her first promise of the future, coming from within. She wished to translate herself tomorrow and the day after … Continue reading Choice

Ici, nous souffrons d’une agitation émotionnelle sans fin. Parfois, nous souffrons sans causes ou motifs, mais nous portons toujours la poitrine congestionnée de douleurs. Nous avons fait des attentes inutiles. Le coeur, nous exposons aux choix naufragés de la passion; commencer à vivre avec des sentiments recyclables et chercher des émotions en rotation, aimer seulement la moitié de nous-mêmes…❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading L’étranger …

Sometimes, it gets tiring. Closed doors, keys that don’t open them, the anguish of not knowing how to unlock them. The will that builds its nest in the greenest branches and spends time incubating eggs that seem never to hatch. The waiting for the flight of butterflies that take ages to break free from their cocoons. The repeated emergence of “no” when life tirelessly prepares banquets of welcome for the “yes.” The “almost” that extends so long it feels endless. And lurking, always following our courage from a distance, the dangerous prospect of “never,” waiting for every gap created by … Continue reading Sometimes…

When men talk about their “crazy” ex-girlfriends or ex-wives, what they often mean is that these women cried a lot, texted too often, had an eating disorder, wanted too much or too little sex, or generally felt anything beyond the realm of emotionally undemanding agreement. This does not make these women crazy. It makes them human beings, with flaws and emotional vulnerabilities. However, deciding that any behavior that they do not like must be insane—well, that does make a man a jerk. When men do this regularly, remember, if you are a woman, you are not the exception. You are … Continue reading Crazy

Quiet, serene, while the world passes by. Souls suspended in time, traveling to new destinations. No place is old. Each journey reveals something new, and we, too, are constantly renewed. Eyes closed, oblivious to the world outside, we are enveloped in a timeless moment. The trees blur into passing shadows, their details indistinguishable, reminders of the fleeting nature of reality. In this dream-like state, we drift through life, not bound by the constraints of time or place. The details, often easy to get lost in, fade into the background as we float through the essence of existence. Here, we are … Continue reading Blink of Eyes

Há esplendor em tudo. Eu vi isso. Agora vejo mais com a idade. Existe esplendor. E não tenho medo. Com o passar dos anos, os olhos se abrem para a beleza que sempre esteve presente, mas que antes passava despercebida. Cada detalhe, cada momento, carrega consigo uma centelha de maravilha. A vida, em sua complexidade e simplicidade, revela-se em cores mais vibrantes e nuances mais profundas. O esplendor está nas pequenas coisas: no sorriso de uma criança, no brilho das estrelas, no som suave do vento entre as árvores. Está na quietude de uma manhã tranquila e na agitação de … Continue reading Esplendor

The saddest thing of all is that I was allowed one small glimpse of what could be. And for a brief, impossible, beautiful moment, I was allowed to hold that happiness in my hands. We were whole, we were untouched, we were together. And we were happy. And it is now in this silent moment that I realize that these moments were only dust. Memories made and vanished, an ephemeral escape into a world that could only last for so long…😔 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading 2014

At first, I thought I’d lost my own body, felt it slip with the wind. It was as if I had become untethered, adrift in the currents of uncertainty. But then, I began to practice the faith of bare trees, standing tall and unyielding in the face of adversity. I learned to embrace the stillness of winter, to find solace in the quiet solitude of an empty cathedral. I began to see the nights as dreams, each one a canvas painted in different shades of green, a symphony of hues that danced in the moonlight. I found beauty in the … Continue reading Dreamer

I yearn for the sweetness of the verbs “live” and “love,” to savor their essence in every breath and heartbeat. In the tapestry of life, I seek to weave threads of tenderness, painting my days with hues of affection and joy. To live with purpose and passion, to love with an open heart, these are the desires that stir my soul. In the gentle embrace of “live,” I find the courage to face each dawn with hope, to embrace the beauty of the present moment. It is in the simple acts of living—walking in the sunlight, feeling the cool breeze, … Continue reading The Verb

To love in this manner is to embrace a profound and selfless form of affection. It is to offer a sanctuary where the person you love can breathe, where their soul can expand without constraint. This love is not possessive but liberating, allowing the beloved to explore their own path, their own essence, while feeling the warmth of your unwavering support. In this love, there is no room for jealousy or control, for true love thrives in freedom. It is a gentle whisper that says, “I trust you,” and a soft touch that reassures, “I am here for you.” It … Continue reading “You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.” — Thich Nhat Hanh