It was the kind of afternoon that turns the sky into poetry before the pen ever touches paper. The clouds had gathered above Barueri with theatrical urgency, casting everything below in a grayscale hush. I hadn’t planned to write. That day, I was just watching — from behind the safety of my windowpane — as the storm rolled in like an old soul with a story to tell. Then, the thunder clapped. Not the usual kind that jars the heart with sound, but the kind that reaches into you and rearranges what you feel. I stepped outside as if pulled … Continue reading Chronicle of a Strike of Love

C’è una verità che non urla, che non si mostra. È quella che vive nei miei silenzi. La parte più vera di me non si affaccia con gesti plateali, ma si nasconde negli impulsi che trattengo, nelle emozioni che si accumulano come nuvole prima della tempesta. Ogni pensiero non detto è una stanza chiusa a chiave. Non per tutti. Solo chi ha il coraggio di avvicinarsi davvero, di guardare oltre la superficie, riesce a vedere la mappa segreta che porta a ciò che sono. A volte mi definiscono “misteriosa”, “chiusa”, “difficile da leggere”. Ma la verità è che mi dono … Continue reading Dentro il Silenzio, la Mia Verità

Cruel. Sometimes life is just so fucking cruel. It doesn’t knock. It breaks in. Uninvited and unrelenting. And when it does, you don’t get answers—you get echoes. You get silence where there should be reason. A twisted kind of theater where the worst things happen without cause and the best moments vanish before you realize they were good. There are days I want to grab life by the throat, shove it against the wall, and scream:“What the fuck are you doing, you sick bastard!” Because what else is there to do when things fall apart, not dramatically, but quietly—in broken … Continue reading The Cruel Silence of Life

Por Beatriz Esmer Outro dia parei diante de um canteiro e me peguei pensando nas flores que escolhemos permitir crescer dentro da gente. Elas chegam com o encantamento da primavera — promessas doces, sorrisos semeados em tardes de sol, gestos que parecem eternos. Mas será que quem as planta está disposto a enfrentar os invernos conosco? É fácil admirar pétalas abertas sob o calor do afeto. Difícil mesmo é permanecer quando o frio endurece os sentimentos e o vento da rotina começa a soprar com força. As raízes, nessas horas, revelam se realmente se entrelaçaram com as nossas ou se … Continue reading O Jardim das Promessas

In her tireless quest for self-sufficiency, she built a fortress around her heart, laying each brick with care. Every stone symbolized a lesson learned in solitude—a healed scar, a shed tear, a moment of vulnerability sealed away. She believed impenetrability equaled strength, that needing no one meant being invincible. Yet the very wall meant to protect her became a barrier to connection, wounding those who reached out in love. Friends grew bruised against her silence, retreating hurt. In the echoes of their absence, she recognized the pain she had caused. True strength, she realized, lay not in isolation but in … Continue reading Walls

They told me to write my heart out —as if bleeding onto paper could reveal what lies buried beneath the noise.So I did. I sliced it open with verbs and vowels, let it hemorrhage on the page.Not for the sake of healing,but for the sake of knowing. And in that mess of ink and memories,two truths surfaced, raw and untamed:One —that no matter how I sculpt a sentence,your name lingers in the clay. And two —that this heart, though cavernous and echoing in its emptiness,is paradoxically bursting at the seams…with you You, in the margins.You, in the rhythm of every … Continue reading A Heart That Writes Itself

To tell of enchantment, I need tears.Tears that thaw the silence in my heart,that bring to light the emotions hiddenin the depths of my soul.Words — those silent companions —spy on me as I open the boxes of my colors,slowly revealing the scent of my nostalgia.When the dance of my imagination unfolds,words flow within me like a calm river.They find life in the music I hear,where each note joins in a symphony of harmony and peace.It is in this moment that words, like old friends,embrace me tenderly.They pass through my heart,transforming into verses of an almost-poem,a reflection of my essence. … Continue reading Enchantment

A felicidade, essa obra-prima delicada e efêmera, é entrelaçada por momentos preciosos e sutis. Cada sorriso, cada gesto de carinho, cada instante de paz contribui para sua construção. No entanto, como uma pintura meticulosa, qualquer imperfeição pode comprometer sua beleza. O menor erro — uma palavra mal colocada — pode falsear a pureza desse sentimento. Uma hesitação, por mais breve que seja, pode romper a harmonia que sustenta a felicidade. A grosseria, mesmo involuntária, desfigura a suavidade das emoções, enquanto o absurdo, com sua irracionalidade, degrada a essência do que é genuíno e verdadeiro. Assim, a felicidade exige de nós … Continue reading A Felicidade

The silence was shattered by the piercing cries of bullets, slicing through the delicate veil of night and dew. The symphony of war—stripped of beauty, devoid of romance—echoed with the heavy footsteps of death’s relentless march. It moved without mercy, claiming both the guilty and the innocent, a force blind to virtue or sin. War’s apologists spoke of the fog of conflict, but we knew it as the scorching breath of a monstrous hunger, devouring everything in its path. Some were spit out. Many were swallowed—into grim depths from which no light returned. As the mechanical chorus of battle took … Continue reading The Abyss of War

I died yesterday. Not in the way that turns breath to dust—but in the quiet undoing of all I once thought I was. The curtain fell on a version of me that had memorized her lines too rigidly, stumbled through scenes that no longer moved her, and bowed to an audience she didn’t choose. That life, stitched together by habit and fear, finally exhaled its last sigh. And yet, I feel the hum of tomorrow already rising within me. A soft rustle in the wings. I will be reborn—not as someone new, but as someone true. The spotlight warms a … Continue reading Chronicle: A Dress Rehearsal of Souls