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

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