My age continues with the house lights on, casting a warm glow that patiently waits for other lights to join. In this illuminated space, my mind thinks, studies, research, and loves. It decides to fight for noble causes, embracing the battles that matter. Amidst all this, it shelters my humility, a quiet strength that guides me through the journey. As the days pass, I find solace in the gentle hum of life around me. The house lights flicker with the rhythm of my thoughts, each one a beacon of hope and resilience. I am not alone in this endeavor; the … Continue reading My Age, My Journey

What a strange language this is that I use to forget myself. There are days when not even all the caffeine in the world is enough for me. I write to whoever may read, as if the words could find an unknown recipient, someone who understands what even I cannot decipher. This is the act of letting it out, but where is the inside? The inside is a noisy silence, a pre-art, a space full of pre-things waiting to be named. It is an organized chaos, a universe in potential, waiting to be discovered. The inside is what I invented, … Continue reading The Inside and the Word

In the word, I become docile, I chew life politely, I heal. In the word, I tie the memory, I wrestle with sadness, and every other day, I consecrate myself a survivor. In the quietude of words, I find the softness that shapes me. Each syllable is a piece of life that I chew carefully, savoring the lessons it brings. Through them, my wounds close, healing slowly, as if each letter were a stitch. Words are the ropes I use to tie my memories, keeping them close but under control. With them, I face sadness, turning it into a battle … Continue reading The Power of Words

Here in this body are the sacred rivers, flowing with the essence of life itself. The commitment to our immediate embodied experience is the most radical commitment we could ever make. To commit to this life – right here, right now, as it is – is the unbearable and direct path into the love and freedom that we all so long for. When sadness comes calling, grief appears, shame arrives, and anxiety comes for coffee, I do not mistake them for ordinary visitors. They come as grace-messengers from beyond. Inside every feeling, each sensation, and every flow of emotion is … Continue reading The Sacred Rivers Within

I often find myself wishing that people came with individual maps, intricate guides that could offer directions and ways to navigate their complex structures. Imagine if you could slow down here, where cemeteries are nestled between ribs, silent witnesses to the parts of themselves they bury deeper and deeper. Turn on the headlights, for you are now in the long corridors of their hearts. These corridors host phantoms, relentless in their taunts, whispering, “It is you who are the shadows, and it is we who obstruct the sun.” Make a sharp left here; they need arms to unfold for them, … Continue reading Navigating Human Complexity

How well did I love? It may feel as if today is just another ordinary day, in an ordinary life, on an ordinary star. We meet in the morning and we’re just not sure. Don’t I have some problems I need to attend to? I’m pretty sure there’s something wrong, just somehow off a bit. Isn’t there? Isn’t there someone I need to become? Something to resolve and figure out? Change in some way? Shift? Transform? Manifest something? Awaken? Heal? It is so easy to take for granted that tomorrow will come, that another opportunity will be given to witness … Continue reading How Well Did I Love?

People speak so many words in order to express feelings, yet I gave up on words when I realized that verbalization tends to often be a waste. I don’t believe in words anymore. Sure, they’re beautiful, but there is a huge difference between saying and doing things. Like the difference between the cold perfect roses bought in a flower shop only on Valentine’s Day and the simple wild rose picked from a fence and brought as a surprise in the evening just to steal a kiss from your lover. You see, it’s true, nothing is more articulate than a kiss. … Continue reading The Art of Silence

In the reverse of words, on the contrary face of my solitude, I found a love that blossomed in silence. I loved you with the intensity of a thousand moons, caressing each moment of your imperceptible growth, as if it were the flesh of the moon on nocturnal, slightly parted lips. I loved you without knowing it. Each day was an incessant search, a constant quest for you, even without knowing where you were. I invented you in every dream, in every sigh, loving you in absence, loving you in the hope of one day finding you. ❤️ ©️ Beatriz … Continue reading I always Loved You

Am I dreaming or seeing what I see what I’m dreaming? Here begins my journey to my vital land. A foreigner, I no longer knows where the north. It took bewilder me to travel distances. Who leaves reiterates, who gets parking. The seasons lose the cycle. Not seeing the time is a rest that I authorized for resting from this ephemera hour. It is not the road that moves me; I’m that I displace myself. It is not with legs we go to places, but with the heart… And nobody does den in one place. We are always on the … Continue reading Reality

Each time I finish a poem, I whisper to myself that I am learning to forget. Yet, deep down, I know the truth: every word I pen is just another way of falling in love with the language that paints your essence. My heart, fragmented into countless verses, finds solace in the rhythm and rhyme that bring you to life on paper. I have been weaving the pieces of my soul into a single, endless poem. To complete it would be to lose the very heartbeat that sustains me. For in every line, every stanza, I find a new way … Continue reading Eternal Poetry