We hold onto the belief that affection is not just a tender emotion but a formidable strength, a force that ripples through time and space, yielding bountiful fruits. We place our faith in the continuity of generations, revering and cherishing those who paved the way before us, for we exist as a testament to their enduring legacy. We are because they were, are, and will always be—their essence intertwined with our own, shaping our existence in perpetuity. In the spirit of Ubuntu, we stand united, acknowledging the interconnectedness of humanity, bound by a shared destiny and a collective consciousness. We … Continue reading Ubuntu

They say ‘opposites attract’, but I think people like us fall in love with people like us. We fall in love with ourselves. I think it takes more than just anyone to be with one of us. We see the deeper parts of people. We long for their souls, for their gardens of thought, for feeling their backbone, their spine, inhaling the words they breathe. We see more in people because of what we know ourselves. I think we fall in love with people like us, people with beautiful words and thoughts, and glances at strangers and artistry. We can’t … Continue reading Opposite attraction …

“Where are our wings, father? Why are we not a bird?” I asked with wide-eyed wonder. “It flies inside, daughter,” he replied softly, his voice a gentle murmur of wisdom. “This is our greatest wish, though sometimes we do not even suspect it to be. Believing in wings is a justification for lamenting their absence, allowing us to remain where we are.” His words resonated deeply within me, unlocking a realm of understanding I had never considered. Our wings are not bound by physical form; they are the essence of our spirit, our dreams, and our innermost desires. They soar … Continue reading Wings

Between the tears and the joy, there lies a vulnerable space where I shed my layers and stand exposed, stripped of pretense and facade. In moments of sorrow, I am laid bare, my soul open and raw, unguarded, and unadorned. The tears wash away the masks I wear, leaving me with nothing but my truth, my essence, my humanity. And in the midst of laughter, I find myself equally exposed, my defenses crumbling in the wake of unbridled mirth. The sound of joy peels away the layers of inhibition, revealing the unfiltered, unrefined version of myself. I am naked in … Continue reading I get naked between the crying and the laughter

I wake up in the morning feeling so much love, yet my soul beckons in sadness as I rise to a world where money and power are seen as more important than people. It pains me to see one’s humanity reduced to a mere tool for gain, where the essence of care and compassion is overshadowed by the relentless pursuit of profit. Once-caring souls become distracted, their warmth and empathy dulled by the incessant demands of a materialistic society. The spark that once lit their hearts now flickers weakly, threatened by the cold winds of indifference. In this world, an … Continue reading Life’s Distractions

Each year, on November 20, Brazil celebrates Black Awareness Day, a poignant reminder of the black community’s immense worth and their invaluable contributions to the nation’s fabric. I found my roots. In the worn pages of old files and books, I unearthed the stories that built my heritage. Among cursed objects, trunks, and chains, I discovered the painful legacies of my ancestors. I found my roots in the East, aboard the filthy slave ships that scarred the seas. Amidst the sweet words of songs and the furious rhythms of drums, I connected with the rites that have been passed down … Continue reading Black Awareness Day 🇧🇷

In the kitchen of my creativity, I concoct a poetic recipe, blending the finest ingredients of literature and emotion. I begin with a touch of Cecilia Meireles, whose words give me a bit of grief, a somber note that adds depth and reflection to my mix. Next, I add a generous scoop of Manoel de Barros, whisking me back to the innocence of childhood, where wonder and simplicity reign supreme. I gently fold in Fernando Pessoa, imbuing my concoction with wisdom, his insightful musings adding layers of profound thought. To tell me about love, I stir in Vinicius de Moraes, … Continue reading Poetic Recipe

Man, in his quest for meaning, created religion, but soon mishandled the spiritual force it held. Ego, power, and rigid rituals led us astray, diverting us from the true essence of faith. Spiritual sincerity, once a guiding light, has been overshadowed by base fanaticism. The pure belief in God has been tainted, becoming synonymous with intolerance and terrorism. In this distortion, we have lost the sacred connection, replacing it with a shadow of what it was meant to be. 😔 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Ego …

Sometimes, while driving, you come across a sign that reads, “road under construction, thank you for your patience.” The truth is, this sentiment applies just as much to people as it does to roads. We are all, in some way, under construction—learning, developing, and hopefully improving as we go along. Patience and understanding are crucial virtues when dealing with others, for we are all navigating our own construction zones, trying to piece ourselves together amidst life’s challenges. Impatience can drive us to frustration and madness, but recognizing that everyone is a work in progress helps us extend grace and empathy. … Continue reading Under Construction

In the heart of Minas Gerais, Ouro Preto stands as the city sung of cities, where dreams never end and longing knows no beginning. Here, death finds no foothold, for the vibrant colors of its doors and windows breathe eternal youth into its essence. The streets whisper secrets, and under the dance of sunset and sunrise moons, visions, projects, and promises come alive. In this city, death has no place. Ouro Preto, your clear poetry of truth and pure tradition transcends time. The heartbeat of the city pulses stronger than the passage of years, and emotions erupt suddenly, as if … Continue reading Ouro Preto City