Your dark skin is a canvas of beauty, a rich and deep hue that tells a story of strength and resilience. It holds the warmth of the sun’s embrace, a testament to the legacy of your ancestors. Though the world may not always recognize its worth, it is a treasure that shines like a precious gem. Like the mighty African kings and queens of old, your skin is a symbol of power and regality. It is a reminder of the heritage and legacy that runs through your veins. Embrace it, celebrate it, for it is a part of your identity … Continue reading Beauty

Throw away the opinions that cloud your vision, the likes and dislikes that divide your heart. Embrace the before-thinking mind, the pure essence of your being that knows no judgment, no bias. In this state of mind, we are all the same. Your before-thinking mind, my before-thinking mind, they are one and the same. And in this oneness, we find our true substance, the essence of our being that connects us to the universe. The tree, the mountain, the cloud, and you – we are all one. In the before-thinking mind, there are no words to separate us, no concepts … Continue reading Throw it all away, strip yourself naked!

Bury me with the red leaves flying off the trees,Crimson whispers, caught in twilight’s breeze.Shower me with the words you spoke in your sleep,Soft murmurs of love, a promise to keep. Bathe me so the water grazes my skin like your lips,Gentle caress of autumn’s fingertips.Kiss me with the passion I so dearly miss,Linger on my soul, an eternal abyss. ❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Interlude of Autumnal Dreams

There exists a delicate exile for our souls, a whispered secret beyond the boundaries of this world. This place, hidden behind an unassuming door, sits high above in the attic of our consciousness. It is a narrow, ethereal gap through which we slip away, seeking solace from the chaos below. In this sanctuary, time is a gentle breeze, and the weight of our burdens dissipates like morning mist. Here, we recover the fragments of ourselves lost to the whirlwinds of life. We rest, cradled by the embrace of stillness, as the wounds of our spirit mend, weaving themselves into a … Continue reading Exile

Remember my love, when we danced in the realm of invincibility, when our love knew no bounds, when it soared beyond the ordinary. Recall those days when we clung to summer’s warmth amidst winter’s chill, embracing the elegance of clouds, the freedom of birds, and the innocence of youth. Remember when we felt immortal, unscathed by wounds, untouched by pain. We once dwelled in a world untouched by wreckage, where we embraced heights and integers alone. Peace was our comforting blanket, enchantment our daily rhythm, rest our sanctuary, and miracles our routine. Remember, my love, when we left room for … Continue reading Remember

A História sussurra, em tom solene: “cuidado, as guerras por território são as mais perigosas”. E então, curva-se para revelar um segredo ancestral: teu corpo também é geografia. Ombro que carrega montanhas sem tremer, ventre que oscila entre o murmúrio e o inchaço de mirtilos sob o luar, quadris que desenham mapas de oceanos intrépidos, coxas que entram em fúria e canção — trovões que embalam o mundo. Mas há mãos que insistem em conquistar, em golpear “terras prometidas” até que a pele vire pó, até que o sagrado se perca em cicatrizes. A Biologia intervém, urgente: “chega”. Inspira — … Continue reading Lições

When the stars murmur their secrets and the moon shines its soft light on the world, you’ll discover that the emptiness inside can’t be filled by the mere presence of others. Their warmth may bless your bed, their hands may entwine with yours, yet the pain of loneliness remains, unaffected by physical touch. An abandoned house remains forsaken, even if it’s bustling with crowds, for the tenant’s absence echoes through its empty corridors. Sometimes, just sometimes, the only savior is the one who resides within. It’s a solitary journey, one that demands you save yourself. There will be days when … Continue reading In the silence of the night

Welcome February, with your crisp air and promise of new beginnings. Open the doors of this life, and let in the light of hope and joy. Open the windows to good things, and let them flow in like a gentle breeze, filling our hearts with warmth and happiness. Love and peace, let them be our guiding stars as we journey through this month, embracing all the beauty and blessings it has to offer. Welcome, February, may you bring us love, peace, and endless possibilities. 🙏🏾❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Welcome February!

Keep me somewhere, in the folds of your heart, where I can reside as a cherished memory, a whisper of love that lingers through time. Fold me enough time to fit inside your shirt pocket, close to your beating chest, and carry me with you wherever you go. Keep me in the lead of your pencil, let my essence flow through every stroke, infusing the words you write with the depth of our connection. Keep me potted by the window, a living reminder of our bond, and water me every day, nurturing our love as you nurture the growing leaves. … Continue reading Close to you …

To walk in the early morning on what appears to be another ordinary Wednesday, with the summer and the fall still in dialogue about who will take it from here. Wandering between heaven and earth, it is clear how little I know, unsure of what love wants of me until she whispers it through the birds and falling leaves, the orange, the yellow and the red, as it makes its way here into this flowy world of time and space. I really hope to make it all the way through this day and to have another chance to be in … Continue reading Wednesday