Pour into me and be my chlorophyll so when the light of truth shines on us the grass will be greener on this side of love. I want to be your leaves and to feel the breeze of your kiss, cooling rain drops of your love. We shall grow together, intertwined like vines reaching for the sun. Your roots will connect with mine, drawing strength and nourishment from the earth. You will pour into me, becoming my chlorophyll, breathing life, and vitality into my being. And when the light of truth shines upon us, the grass will be greener on … Continue reading Chlorophyll

Desconfiada e incomodada pelo silêncio, ela se obrigava a distrair-se com as vozes incessantes vindas de dentro de si, que lhe diziam tudo, explicavam tanto, falavam demais sem resolver nada. O silêncio era uma angústia, pois ouvi-lo seria o mesmo que escutar-se. O medo era de que, ao ouvir, reconhecesse feiuras conhecidas e virtudes insuspeitadas: umas e outras, nunca bem-vindas desde a infância. O silêncio era uma liberdade inalcançável. A liberdade que dizia não conseguir. A liberdade evitada sem perceber que evitava. Bastava uma fresta dessa perteza e já começavam ansiedades e distrações. Ouvir-se seria ver-se. Ver-se seria sentir-se. E … Continue reading Leitura de Si Mesma

I have a heart that nearly swallows me, a strength that never leaves me and a rebellion that sometimes blind me … I am so intense I don’t fit within myself…♥️ ©️Beatriz Esmer Continue reading So big …

This message will not leave hereI did not bring it to anyone!It is enough!The words do not lead anybody to anywhere.Words are everywhere, are beings, are souls, are powers!Yes, they areI amYou areFull and contradictory …Futile and assertive …Said, written … thundering!Confident?Sometimes… ❤ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Message

Manoel, a simple man, evoked sacrifice, hard work, pain, and punishment. My father defied the challenges of this difficult life, reshaping his name to be strong and voracious. He revered work, simplicity, and selflessness throughout his life. A naive soul, not tainted by malice, even though at times we couldn’t understand his contrite soul. In a rush, he ran to everything, he was his own impulse. Perhaps he was marked by an urgency he didn’t know. We never really know what drives us, but my father was driven by good deeds, analyzing now after years with my experience. He made … Continue reading Manoel

Do not blame me for not knowing how to rhyme my verses, do not blame me for being a silly poet, for I am just an amateur, wandering among mental songs, poems, and immense passion. My lines are obtuse, crooked, but within them lies all my feeling—unheard-of and deep as the love I feel: restless, constant, like thunder inside me. In the realm of my thoughts, where melodies of the heart intertwine with poetic whispers, I find myself adrift in a sea of emotions. Each word, though imperfectly placed, carries the weight of my soul. My verses may lack the … Continue reading Don’t blame me…

Porque há dias tocados de cinza, que seu ser mora longe, na memória, na saudade. Nesses momentos, o coração se veste de melancolia, e a distância parece aumentar. O mundo ao redor perde um pouco de seu brilho, e os pensamentos se voltam para o que foi e o que poderia ter sido. A saudade é uma presença constante, um sussurro suave que lembra dos dias passados, das risadas compartilhadas, dos olhares trocados. Mas, apesar da tristeza, há também uma beleza silenciosa na lembrança, um calor suave que aquece o espírito. E assim, mesmo nos dias cinzentos, a memória e … Continue reading Dias cinzas

Never dream, love, or write poetry with anything less than all of your heart. To dream is to transcend the mundane, to explore the vast expanse of imagination where possibilities are endless. Dream with abandon, with every fiber of your being, for it is in these dreams that the seeds of greatness are sown. Allow your heart to be the compass, guiding you through the uncharted territories of your mind, where only the bold dare to venture. To love with anything less than all your heart is to deny the very essence of love itself. Love demands vulnerability, courage, and … Continue reading Pour Yourself Into Poetry

Sometimes, it all makes perfect sense to me. My time here is limited, and life is beautiful, miraculous, fragile, and so very precious. Every moment is a fleeting miracle, a delicate dance of existence that I treasure deeply. I don’t have a second to waste, for each heartbeat is a gift, each breath a testament to the wonder of life. And so, I love you all. I love you, life. I love you, my Creator, Universe. In the vast expanse of being, I find solace and joy in the connections that bind us all, in the love that flows through … Continue reading The Promise of Tomorrow

Selfishness unifies the insignificant. It is not height, nor weight, nor muscles that make a person great… It is their boundless sensitivity. In a world often enamored with superficial measures of strength and success, it is the profound sensitivity of the soul that truly distinguishes greatness. This sensitivity, an innate ability to empathize and connect deeply with others, transcends physical attributes and societal accolades. It reveals a person’s true character, a heart capable of understanding, caring, and loving without limits. Such sensitivity is a quiet strength, an unassuming power that resonates deeply within the hearts of those it touches. It … Continue reading Human Spirit