What?
What is the deeper message behind the words you share that dwells in the silence of your heart? He asked me, I answered in low voice: Just love…♥ Continue reading What?
I just know…
What I know about feeling is that it is raw. And it takes so much courage. It takes just so much courage to feel than to shut yourself off from anyone and from anything. I believe that we should let everything touch us. We should be able to let feeling in not shut it out. Each kind of feeling, each shade of complicated emotion. We should let it touch us, haunt us, kiss us, kill us: we need to surrender to its wholeness, whatever that is. I’m not suggesting a passive attitude when I’m saying “let the world touch you”. … Continue reading I just know…
In love with…
Nous portons tous des cicatrices, visibles ou invisibles, Marquant nos cœurs comme une toile de lignes impassibles, Lignes douces et tenues ou failles insondables, abyssales, Lignes de cotonnade ou plaies déchirant les entrailles…. In love with French language Continue reading In love with…
I love you…
I love you for the poetry of things said as if I had never before said word: an importance, a meaning, a royalty, a swallow even from the contented lips that make me heavens. I lived with silences like unconscious mourning for not knowing about you. Whatever you said to me was an old newspaper page, formality, filling, a catalog of conveniences necessary to survive the days… ❤ Continue reading I love you…
Every poem…
Every poem has more truth than what eyes can read, what ears can hear, what tongues can taste, what hands can feel and how hearts can break. You’re the truth in every verse. You’re my truth in every touch. You’re my truth in every spilled ink tear drop falling to the paper and kissing the earth. You’re my truth in every ache. You’re my truth in every kiss that said to the horizon, come back soon, come back soon. You’re my truth in every sound that says, I’m home. You’re my truth and you’re my absolute. If the sky fell … Continue reading Every poem…
Sometimes…
Sometimes we are what we would not like to be; We reap what we should not have; We collided with what we would not want to see. We suffer for what we never thought we would suffer. We are incomplete sum. Collections of failure, uncertainties, manias Anguishes, faults and leftovers. Until the Love in us arrives … Love is the essence Continue reading Sometimes…
A tale
And the fog came, thick, gray, and cool on her skin. Opening her mouth she inhaled the air, hoping the fog would cleanse her insides. Hoping that it would clear her heart and her mind of him. Of his taste, his scent… the mark he left on her soul. She loved him, after all this time, but she wasn’t in love with him anymore. She wanted to be free of his memory, of his everything. So she stood staring at the water watching the fog swallow it; swallow her. Hoping, begging, praying that the universe would hear her plea and … Continue reading A tale
Time…
… while the time with its delays makes the world turn and life happens, with our unexpected crossing, I began to suffer from urgencies. After you, I do not follow rhythms or respect deadlines, the days dissolve in the nights and the nights in waits … Continue reading Time…
I will …
I will be your shoulder, but not your lover I will be your night, but not your calm I will be your land, but not your path I will be your home, not a wall I will be your rest, but not your tomorrow I will be your encounter, but not your escape I will be your teacher, as I am your disciple I will be the word, as I am your ear I will be never a neglect, for never wanting to hurt you I will be anything when everything seems insipid, flavorless I will be Love, when Love … Continue reading I will …
Soul…
I tore the treatises and theses, the philosophies. I erased the novels, stories and other poems. I quit the affairs, the datings, my bohemias. I forgot the rosary, the temple, and what the priest said. I ripped memos and letters where I worked. I let go of memories and pains that choked me. I forgot the thorns on my right foot. I left my beliefs and prayers and any sympathy. I faced my vices and fears that my shadow wanted. I left the cage, the chain, the arrests. I threw away words, the books, my boundaries that I brought. I … Continue reading Soul…
Beatriz Esmer 