I grew up and out of what to you may seem a somewhat peculiar, tumultuous and difficult childhood, where I met many times with experiences that bruised my soul. Of course I had an ideal world in mind, but that world clashed hopelessly and irreconcilably with the reality of my life. As humbling as this all was, I don’t know why it works like this, friend. But it seems that we only learn to fly once we stop fearing falling; we only realize the value of our own heart once we have had it broken. Still, the recurring principle is … Continue reading Belonging

Frederick F. Flack said, “Most people can look back over the years and identify a time and place at which their lives changed significantly. Whether by accident or design, these are the moments when, because of a readiness within us and a collaboration with events occurring around us, we are forced to seriously reappraise ourselves and the conditions under which we live and to make certain choices that will affect the rest of our lives.” Think for a moment about a significant change in your own life. Did you resist or did you embrace it with excitement and hope? Change … Continue reading Frederick Flack

I am yet to understandThe shaded areas of my soul.I’m yet to discoverThe dark regions of my mindI’m yet to exploreThe unknown corners of my heart.I’m yet to find outWhat exactly excites my spirit.I’m yet to unfold myselfI’m yet to know the hidden one in me.With all the complicationsThat has taken root deep within meI would still like to believeThat I’m just another simpletonWho finds pleasureIn the little things of lifeA coffee with a friendA book at night before sleepA warm smile to some unknown strangerWhose hair has turned grey & bones grown weaker.Life in its purest form is simpleBut … Continue reading Understanding

J’ai aux pores des songes le trouble de mes rimes,L’infini de tes silences, le désert d’un désir orphelin,Une pensée rebelle à en savourer les reflets opalins,Et tous les feux où miroite le bleu des lueurs intimes …❤ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Pores

Dentro de cada um de nós, filha, reside um espaço vasto e infinito onde as asas da alma se desdobram em voo silencioso. E é por esse voo interno que ansiamos, mesmo sem saber ao certo o que desejamos. Acreditar na existência dessas asas é um lembrete constante de que, quando sentimos sua falta, é porque esquecemos de olhar para dentro e descobrir o poder que carregamos. Mesmo parados, é através desse voo interior que verdadeiramente nos movemos, explorando horizontes invisíveis e tocando o imensurável. Porque voar, minha querida, não é apenas um ato físico, mas um estado de ser … Continue reading Voa-se por dentro

Como é possível que a “maior nação cristã” do planeta não entenda sobre compaixão, empatia e perdão? Simples: porque o último cristão, morreu na cruz. 😔 Continue reading Empatia

How good you read these wordsJoining letter after letterPhrase after phraseUntil it starts making some sense.But how good have you been able to readThe one writing these words?Alas! For your misfortuneIf you were to ever make any effortOr even dare to make an attemptIn understanding me through my wordsThen be warnedFor words are my camouflageBehind which I hide myself.It will be too lowly of meIf I had to depend upon wordsFor you to penetrate deep inside my soul… ❤ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Letter after letter

In the hush of dusk, a plea whispered softly in the breeze, “Untie me…” A yearning, aching melody that echoes through the chambers of the heart. With each step, a delicate dance through the tapestry of seasons, I seek solace in the rustling of autumn leaves, the tender embrace of springtime fields. Each raindrop a caress, a reminder of your touch that lingers on my skin. Words caught in my throat like thorns, suffocating the unsaid truths that beg to be released. My gaze, veiled from the world outside, seeking solace in the shelter of your eyes that hold the … Continue reading Let me forget my sorrows

Tell me when it gets better, whisper it softly in my ear like a promise of tomorrow’s sunrise. Ask me about the dreamer that died, the one who dared to chase after the stars and got lost in the vast expanse of the universe. Give me a reason to not get comfortable in this skin, to keep pushing against the boundaries that confine me. Show me the silver lining, even if it’s just a faint glimmer in the darkest of nights. Remind me about the goodness in people, the kindness that still lingers in the world despite all the darkness. … Continue reading Tell me …

I am a different person today, with flowers sewn into my hair and tiny ladybugs drinking my skin. I have freed the petals that have grown in my ribcage, so that others can smell the beauty of my tales. Wearing full on my lips to excavate my syllables on a descendant of my vowels. I whisper tiny lullabies to the ancient ruins of a once scattered soul and dance tiny steps to the music I keep deep down in my veins for subtle charm. I am a vision of a lonely wild only when the moon shouts from its lungs, … Continue reading I will not be sad…