E tu sei lì, come un dono prezioso, in quel luogo “sacro” che si chiama anima, dove tutto è respiro. La tua presenza illumina ogni angolo oscuro, portando con sé una serenità che avvolge il cuore e la mente. In te trovo un rifugio, un’oasi di pace in mezzo al caos del mondo. Sei la calma in mezzo alla tempesta, la luce in mezzo all’oscurità, il respiro che dona vita. Ogni istante con te è un momento di grazia, un dono che nutre l’anima e accende il fuoco della speranza. Nel tuo abbraccio, sento la vera essenza dell’amore, quella che … Continue reading Tu sei …

If they ask you about me, speak of me with reverence, for I loved you with an honesty that transcended the boundaries of time and space. Tell them that I was a woman who loved you with every fiber of her being, with a love that was pure and true. Speak of the moments we shared, the laughter, the tears, the joy, and the pain. Tell them of the memories we created, of the love that flowed between us, unencumbered by the doubts and fears that often plague relationships. Tell them that I was the only woman who loved you … Continue reading If they ask you about me …

Believe them when they say it’s over, that there’s nothing left worth fighting for. Don’t seek more reasons to stay, or search for loopholes they might have missed. Just leave. Don’t cling to something that has already fallen to pieces. You’ll spend a lifetime trying to put those fragments back together. Just leave. Don’t argue or declare your love, or how much you still want this. Just leave. Your energy is better spent elsewhere, on healing yourself and fighting for someone who will never give up on you. Just leave. You are not a struggle or someone who needs saving. … Continue reading January, 2015

Ela aprendeu cedo, talvez cedo demais, que a vida não espera aplausos. Que mesmo os instantes mais sublimes se despedem sem aceno. Foi então que decidiu: viveria como se tudo fosse uma despedida. Porque tudo é. A xícara de café pela manhã ganhou o peso de um ritual de adeus. O perfume de quem passa na calçada tornou-se memória antes mesmo de desaparecer. Cada olhar trocado, um relicário. Cada riso partilhado, um testamento deixado ao tempo. As pessoas achavam estranho. “Mas por que tanta solenidade num simples pôr do sol?” — ela sorria. Mal sabiam eles que todo pôr do … Continue reading Último Ato

I am the ink that flows from the pen, the words that dance upon the page, I am the architect of my own world, building castles in the sky. I am the poet, weaving emotions into verse, capturing the essence of life in every line, I am the silent witness to the world around me, drinking in the beauty and the pain. I am the lover, embracing all that is wild and free, fighting for love and for justice, I am the breath of life, the beating heart, a vessel of hope and resilience. I am the dreamer, reaching for … Continue reading What am I?

To many, poetry is a kaleidoscope of emotions and perceptions: beautiful, heartwarming, thought-provoking, mind-blowing, lovely, breathtaking. For some, it demands a pause, urging them to “take a step back and reflect for a minute.” But to me, poetry is something far more intimate and raw. It is the bleeding out of my soul, a torrent of feelings and thoughts spilling onto any surface willing to hold my words, even if just for a fleeting moment. Each poem is a fragment of my essence, a snapshot of my inner world laid bare. It is not crafted with the intention to impress … Continue reading Poetry

I move through this world like a feather trembling in the wind—delicate, easily undone, yet carrying its own quiet grace. I am no more than ink pressed into paper, a fleeting trace of existence, resisting the weight of its own shadow. And still, I know: strength is not born of force, but of gentleness. It lives in the lightest touch, in the subtle art of shifting, in the beauty of yielding and responding. The world’s textures have carved their roughness into me, gravel lodged deep within my being. Yet I am learning to welcome the creak of my mind’s hinges, … Continue reading Fragile

In her gentle words, I found a profound truth. It isn’t always the grand achievements or celebrated skills that define our worth. Sometimes, it’s the quiet resilience, the strength to keep moving forward when the world feels heavy and hope seems distant. Surviving, enduring, and continuing to find beauty in each day—that itself is a remarkable talent. Her affirmation was a reminder that my existence, my persistence, is a testament to an inner strength that often goes unnoticed. In every breath and every step, there is a silent victory, a quiet triumph over adversity. Survival is not just an act; … Continue reading I once confided in her that I wasn’t good at anything. She looked at me with eyes full of understanding and said, “Survival is a talent.”

Life is a journey, and you are its guide. Choose happiness because you deserve it. ❤️✨ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading When sadness embraces you, remember gentle steps to guide your heart back to light:

I was born shattered, missing pieces that would make me whole. I kept getting cuts from the cracks in my soul, and my heart bore scars with the patterns of its missing edges. Every time I tried to move forward, I unintentionally hurt myself. Until the day I helped mend a broken heart. I tore out a piece of my shattered heart and used it to seal their broken parts. In filling the void in someone else’s heart, I felt somehow complete. I made a vow that I would always place a shard of myself in fixing someone’s broken pieces. … Continue reading Missing