The night does not fall asleepin the eyes of womenthe female moon, similar to ours,in vigil attentive watches overour memory. The night does not fall asleepin the eyes of womenthere are more eyes than sleepwhere suspended tearsbreak the lapseof our wet memories…❤️🙏🏾 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Night

I love bluntly, for pleasure, union of the vertebrae, conjunction of the knees, saucy, beautifully, overdose of courage and for not having judgment, lack of occupation, longing, rules. I love the looks, the moonlight, the taste of the kiss, the naughty smiles, joy without reason and feet off the ground. I love the feeling of belonging to my love, by the cold in the hands, shivering legs, goosebumps at the back of the neck. I also love because loving gives me thousands of butterflies in my stomach. I love the absence of theories to love. I love because I get … Continue reading I love …

I’ve learned, that no one’s really got the answers when it comes to life matters, only acquired beliefs.I’ve learned, that it is most beneficial if I’m able to change my mind, when presented with new evidence, or a better way of doing things.I’ve learned, not to hold onto grudges, so that my hands are not too full to catch blessings.I’ve learned, to like people for who they are, because I stopped expecting them to be perfect…and to like myself for the same reason.I’ve learned, that happiness doesn’t come from gaining something, but from gradually letting go of accumulated darkness.I’ve learned, … Continue reading I have learned …

Certas vezes escrevo para ver concretamente o que não pode ser dito. Seja o que for, isto sempre pode ser escrito. Mesmo à sombra da perseguição ou patrulha moral, surge na página o vil, o medonho, o sádico, o pornográfico, o fornicador e todo indistinto conteúdo do dentro. Algo tão grande que impele as linhas e tão modesto que sucumbe à moral popular, tecido morto… Não há moral na tinta da página. Nada além de tinta flutuando em branco. Aqui sodomizo a moral sem que ela possa ao menos apoiar-se em seus quatro cascos. Aqui tomo todas as formas que … Continue reading Escrever

The poet’s words linger like whispers of a secret shared only between kindred spirits. Each syllable, each verse, carries the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions, woven delicately into a tapestry of dreams. His lovers, not of flesh and bone, but of ink and parchment, dance in the ethereal realm of his creation. They are the embodiment of his deepest desires, his fears, his hopes — all pregnant with dreams waiting to be birthed into the world. With pen in hand, he breathes life into their existence, shaping their essence with the stroke of his quill. In the poet’s embrace, … Continue reading These are the words of the poet, his lovers: all pregnant with dreams …

There are certain people who aren’t meant to fit into your life no matter how much you want them to. The only ones truly worthy of your love are the ones who stand with you through the hard times and laugh with you after the hard times pass. Maybe a happy ending doesn’t include anyone else right now. Maybe it’s just you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is simple letting go…😉🙏❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Happy Ending

I’ve learned that most people will love you on their own terms. They’ll love you when it’s beneficial to them, being selfish with their hearts and loving you from a distance. They’ll do right by you if it means you’ll stay down for them. They’ll love you when it feels right, and most will leave whenever it no longer does. And that’s okay. Sometimes, the people we love with our whole hearts decide that’s not enough for them—and that’s okay. The only people who deserve to stay in your life are those who love you unconditionally. Who love you up … Continue reading People will love …

Sometimes we have to walk away from all we’ve known to find ourselves. It has taken me a long time to find myself, and I cannot allow someone or something to make me lose myself again or pull me back into an idea or situation I have found the courage to leave. People and situations come in and out of our lives because we are ever-changing, growing, and discovering. I am not the same person I was six months ago, a year ago, or six years ago. There was a time I needed something different because I was different. I … Continue reading Me & Myself

On the clothesline, I extend gratitude to the complicit eyes who have visited my yard over the years. I am grateful for the generosity of those who, in the letters and messages in which I have sewed my comfort and contentment, I will also rest in them for so long. I thank all those who made me into the word a bridge for honored encounters. To those who, unknowingly, took my seeds beyond my limited horizons, expanding into literary realms that we all walk through. I thank you all for allowing me to be a small translator of our immensity, … Continue reading Gratitude

Remember, my darling, that it takes great courage to be kind in a world that often values the power of money over empathy. It is easy to follow the crowd, to blend into the background and remain silent in the face of injustice. But true bravery lies in standing tall, in speaking up for what is right, even when the whole world seems to be against you. © Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Darling