In the chambers of my being, a kaleidoscope of selves resides—each one a distinct voice etched into the architecture of my heart. They are not illusions but the dreamers and architects of my existence, whispering secrets in moonlight and shaping the contours of who I am. Among them is the wanderer, drawn to distant horizons and the scent of forgotten places. Her eyes trace constellations, yearning for skies untouched by routine. Alongside her stands the skeptic, ink-stained and analytical, dissecting love into formulas yet secretly searching for patterns that defy logic. And then, the lover—an eternal romantic who crafts sonnets … Continue reading The Unseen Ensemble

I declare my fragilities and fears. Though I am small, a speck of stardust adrift in the vast cosmos, there is strength in my vulnerability. In surrender, I find resilience. Let me walk in beauty, for beauty is the divine’s language. The sunsets, bleeding red and purple across the sky, are my hymns—fleeting moments that nourish me and remind me that impermanence can be exquisite Make my hands respect the things you have made—the ancient trees, the stones shaped by time. Let me touch the world with reverence, sensing the quiet wisdom hidden in every leaf and pebble. Make my … Continue reading Declaration

Each syllable, each phrase, carries with it the potential to uplift or to wound, to build bridges or to erect walls. “Honestly, we never know how someone is perceiving the words we utter.” This truth echoes in the silent spaces between conversations, reminding us of the unseen impact our words can have. A simple sentence, spoken in haste or care, can ripple through the heart of another, shaping their day, their week, their year, or even their life. “Watch what you say and be kind with your words.” This gentle admonition is a call to mindfulness, urging us to choose … Continue reading The Power of Words

Por um momento, desconhecido para mim, em um futuro distante — se é que você acredita que exista — vou me levantar aos barulhos, entre sonhos, ou acordar com a luz do sol sacudindo minha alma de volta à pele. Vou despertar para esquecer, ou para lembrar. Ou talvez ambos, intermitentemente. De tempos em tempos, acordamos e dormimos — dia após noite, noite após dia — por um instante, um olhar, uma respiração. Por acaso, por escolha, por padrão. Nos arrastamos de volta ao sono confortável, pois a verdade é grande demais para se deixar entrar toda de uma vez. … Continue reading Em um futuro próximo …

…I kiss you next as if it were the first kiss.I kiss you the first as if it were the only one.I love you with the force of the tides under the full moon.I love you like a dragon burning with fury.I love you like the chalice’s devotion to wine.I love you as if I could perform miracles.I am none other than yourself while I love you.I do not separate time from space in our embraces.I do not separate your name from my lips in my smiles.I do not distance your passion from my skin,nor from destiny… ❤ ©️ Beatriz … Continue reading My passion…

You arrive with a whisper, a gentle caress of warmth and light.In your embrace, we find solace and hope—a promise of new beginnings and cherished memories. As you mark the month of my birth,you remind me that growing older is not a burden but a gift.Each year, I gather new lessons—like petals in a blooming garden—ever grateful for the journey of life. May you, dear August, be kind and tender,a beacon of joy and reflection,guiding us softly through the days ahead. 🙏🏾❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Oh, August

She stared blankly at the window, her eyes tracing the raindrops as they meandered down the glass. Each drop seemed to carry a fragment of her longing, a silent plea for a world where compassion reigned. She wished for a time when humanity would awaken from its slumber, when hearts would beat in unison to the rhythm of kindness. In her mind’s eye, she envisioned a world transformed. Streets bustling with people who carried not just bread, but hope, to those in need. Gardens blooming with the fruits of shared labor, where every hand extended was met with another, ready … Continue reading A World of Love and Understanding

By Beatriz, São Paulo – July 30, 2025 Ladies and gentlemen, sisters and brothers of Brazil and beyond— Tonight, we gather in this virtual arena not to merely remember a man, but to honor a movement—a life lived in service to the people, and a legacy carved into the very fabric of our nation. I speak of none other than Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva, affectionately known to us as Lula. From the dry lands of Caetés, Pernambuco, came a child of poverty whose story would become the hope of millions. Lula was not born into power—he earned it. With … Continue reading Speech Tribute to Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva

Some emotions whisper rather than shout. Pride, often mistaken for arrogance, is a silent sentinel, standing tall without the need for applause. It’s the quiet satisfaction of a job well done, the subtle glow of self-respect that doesn’t seek validation. Caring, on the other hand, is like the gentle rhythm of a heartbeat—steady, constant, yet so faint that it often goes unnoticed. It’s in the small, everyday gestures: a hand on a shoulder, a listening ear, a warm meal prepared with love. These acts of care are the threads that weave the fabric of our lives, delicate yet unbreakable. And … Continue reading Whispers of Emotions

In the arena of an unstable household, one learns early that the world is not a sanctuary designed for comfort. This realization—often elusive to many well into adulthood—becomes a cornerstone of understanding. Constant volatility teaches that life can pivot in an instant, and danger may lurk in the most unexpected corners. Yet, for those who have navigated such tumultuous waters, crises are not startling disruptions but familiar companions. The illusion of an inherently benevolent world shielding one’s existence is a myth long dispelled. This upbringing, though fraught with unpredictability, bestows a rare gift: an appreciation for tranquility. In a world … Continue reading Amidst Turbulence