Hoje, 21 de março, celebramos o Dia Internacional contra o Racismo, um marco global para refletir sobre as injustiças do passado e combater as desigualdades do presente. Este dia nos lembra que o respeito e a igualdade são direitos universais, e que a luta contra o preconceito racial é um compromisso de toda a humanidade. As histórias de resistência e coragem, de indivíduos e comunidades, ecoam como inspiração. Cada gesto, protesto e palavra solidária formam um tecido de esperanças e ações que, juntos, desafiam o racismo. Não é apenas uma luta de poucos, mas um chamado coletivo para transformar a … Continue reading Dia Internacional Contra o Racismo

I am dating the stillness of the abysses where I rest in silence. I am blossoming the stillness of the silences in which I await in the depths. I’ve been learning the stillness where the silence is my coziness. Without dating the old standards-of-me, I am the novelty of a Love that completely surrenders, without return and in search of the other of myself … I am home…❤️🙏 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Stillness

My window of life stands open, a portal to existence. Through its transparent pane, I observe the world unfolding, like a silent film projected onto the retinas of countless eyes. Faces pass by, each a fleeting chapter in this grand narrative. And as I watch, I am both observer and participant, caught in the delicate dance of existence.Who am I? I ask, tracing the contours of my own reflection. A mosaic of memories, dreams, and whispered secrets. A vessel for emotions that ebb and flow like tides against the shore. But beyond the mirror, who are you? A fellow traveler, … Continue reading Window of Life

Listen. Listen: I’ve been here long enough to know that the night sky is the color of my feelings and a soft reminder that I am still alive, that the next day is creeping up already, that it still holds promise and bitter-lipped hope. I’ve learnt now that between my fingers, there are little whispering spaces I reserve for someone I haven’t met yet — the same spaces found in the hollowed cavity of my chest, in between each inhale and exhale, and in between each word, each blink, each tap on the shoulder. Listen: I know now that underneath … Continue reading

You leave magnifying impressions on torn pages. You’d never climb on a star empty-handed. Such is your grace. You like word plays and you like poetry storms. And everything is in your head, everything; silence, misty days, a plenitude of distinctly colored autumn leaves, folk songs, ink pens, jazz, musical organs and old typewriters. You are walking up and down in front of old churches without entering; you love the purposeless, the aimlessness, the eternal. And you love to feel the atoms of the air and not merely the air itself as a whole, you worship each rain drop separately … Continue reading Impressions

I sought the trees of yesteryear, those ancient sentinels that once bore the weight of my dreams. But there, where their roots should have dug deep, I found only desolation—a barren field stretching to the horizon. The bluebirds, once melodious messengers, now sang mournful tunes, their notes lost in the emptiness. Perhaps the seasons had been unkind, or perhaps my own neglect had withered their boughs. I dipped my hands into the well of memories, hoping to revive their thirst, but the water had long evaporated, leaving only echoes. Yet hope, like a stubborn seed, nestled within me. I turned … Continue reading Echoes of Seasons

It was your eyes—their depths, their silent eloquence—that ensnared me. In their irises, I glimpsed my own reflection, a mirror of my very soul. Not your legs, not your hands, nor the curve of your lips held this enchantment. No, it was your eyes—the twin constellations that dissolved my melancholy, avenging an entire past where love had eluded me. Your gaze, a secret language, whispered of good days yet to unfold. It spoke of distant miracles, those sacred moments that lovers share in silence. And so, I remain mute, a silent witness, waiting to behold you, to love you. When … Continue reading Your Eyes

Tell meAs wildThe rapturous piano callsSavage, I can’t dance againTo this humanity songThe passages written along the castle wallsHave placed a dirge in my heartThy memory etched, thereupon the windI listen, the notes come unboundSoft and tragic, flowing like an unfettered flagThis thought; though my last, importantTo someone, somewhere yet far offWhat deed may I do to becomeHuman, once again in this skin… ❤ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Human song

I write little. Simple. Tiny words. But I write them as often as you pour water into a flowerpot. Eventually, my clumsy fingers will employ enough finesse to arrange a bouquet of words for you like lemonade and sugarplum or daffodil and ginger, but for now, all I can afford is this. A little water. A little thought. Tiny words to promise you that one day I’ll grow into something beautiful. One day… ❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Little

How could I forget you my love?You helped me find myself when all was nothing but forgotten hopes.And I wished for you the same torment you gave me.Because with that self-fulfillment came the eyes that were brimmed with discovery of what had been done.And now I hate you.Hate that you gave me this freedom and made me wish it was gone.Hate that you allowed me to fall freely and then watched me fall straight on my back.Hate that I think of you every day and think of how you made me feel which ultimately is a feeling I will have … Continue reading Tormenter