What would have felt in storms, What would be the felt in the gales … The seagul knows when it wanders in the blue sky, The swallow knows in the wind how it flies from the south. When you get out of the storm You will no longer be the same person. Amongst the torments, in fact, We learn in time, with age, That life sounds so light The rain verses its role Falling down from heaven. … bringing prosperity to the earth… Continue reading What would…
What often escapes from our hands, but which inevitably meets with our steps, we call it destiny. The seeds that on earth I forgot and today I meet with flower, I give name by chance. Where my choices end, my reach rests, the beyond what surrounds me and what the others teache me, I know no name, for I am still learning – and not entirely known to my eyes – cycles and time; learning what blossoms in me and what the wind takes from me. The taste of wine, prayers and tides. What has a basement, window or yard … Continue reading Windows…
No, you do not know the real dimension of despair. What a cliff is, darkness, annihilation. .. Perhaps others are unaware of the vertigo contained in the word: despair in despair; the whole nudity in which there are no nuances, but impotence revealed and said in the murky mirror of meanings to kidnap us from ourselves. We use daily what is not trivial as if it were trivial, everyday words that do not correspond to past, visceral experiences, our existential truths, miseries and virtues. One who crosses the sense of a word of this learns to use it in the … Continue reading No…
Every feeling I write and accurately shows you and serves to convince you that I feel what I write. Every emotion I describe to you serves to convince you that I feel when you recognize yourself by feeling. I make a mirror with my words for you to see yourself and us like one. I fool you, and very well. When you reach my word, I will have died a thousand times before. When you understand my battle I will have lost another thousand before. I give you what is left of my past, since what I offer you is … Continue reading Every feeling…
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 … for the poetry…
If I can ask you something, I ask you never to expel the love from you. I ask you not to expel the idea of love, for expeling it would be to diminish your world, to flatten things and people in the same plan, in the same tone, reducing life in a basket without flowers, compressing it to the size where the heart no longer fits. To give up the idea of love is to make reality into a poor scenario to the flavors of the chances and lukewarm joys, with no room for any new charm or rapture. To … Continue reading If I can…
We were twelve, now we’re five brothers and three sisters whose histories and dreams were shared and made us what we are now, stronger and persistent, carved within us. Everything was so complicated and tough, but we had each other in our infinite particular. The stories were told to us as tiling and an old puzzle of how men are built out of nowhere, only the incessant toil of the day in day out makes us true citizens, rooted by life. It was the old man who taught us in a rough way, never be weak, never let things put … Continue reading The Time does not stop and yet it never gets old
I love those who have no size and those who overflow themselves. I love those who do not seek and those who find themselves. I love those who conjugate verbs that always fit two human feelings: love & Compassion. I love eyes that pray in colors, shed tears and fall in love with life’s flavors. I love the ingenuity of the seeds, the coincidences of no coincidence, gratitude, promises, plans, memories and even expectations. I search for a mouth that when it verses its thorns, also knows how to be medicine. I celebrate a crowd that is in me, even … Continue reading I suffer…
… but life is a charm, mon chérie, and it loves us! The first laughs, the first flowers, the first dawns, the first years … the first discoveries. Let us figuring life out and facing it, the unknown wonder how we can live better. Then, it comes the first ‘Nos.’ The first falls, the first disappointments, the first tears that do not prevent us from going forward. But one day an unknown, the inexplicable, can take away our will to live. The losses, the big ones, those ones we cannot never redo and back to fix it, for more louder … Continue reading What is it? It is life!
It’s about being small. It’s about watching train-tracks gleam golden in the midday sun, curving endlessly away while you travel to who-knows-where, to home. It’s about blurring out the edges of your body, smudging away the dimples in your cheeks, softening the corners of your smile. It’s about leaving a person-shaped hole behind, an echo of laughter against the wallpaper, a chair empty in the corner of the room. It’s about dreaming until the daylight doesn’t come, about closing your eyes and forgetting what light really is, forgetting that we need light like we need love and oxygen. It’s about … Continue reading It is all about…
Beatriz Esmer 