Mon cœur, si petit, fragile vaisseau cousu de murmures et de poussière d’étoiles. Et l’amour, mon amour—immense, un tourbillon défiant la gravité, débordant les limites de l’existence. Imaginez-le, l’amour, vagabond sans attaches, flottant dans les courants du vent, traversant les fenêtres ouvertes, effleurant les rideaux, laissant des traces de safran et de désir. Il tombe, non pas dans les bras du destin, mais dans le regard errant de deux yeux couleur crépuscule. Ces yeux contiennent des galaxies, absorbent la lumière des constellations. L’amour s’abandonne, attiré comme un papillon vers la flamme. Puis il s’élève. Il devient rayon de soleil, caressant … Continue reading Petit Amour

When the flowerbed wilts and the chamomile cools, I will brush your hair aside and press my lips to your temple, tending to the fragile blooms of your soul. Though the petals may droop, my touch will be a gentle rain, coaxing life back into them. In your moments of brokenness, I will stitch you together, our scars intertwining into a shared map of resilience. Together, we will transform pain into the bridge that binds us, proving that even raw wounds hold the promise of healing. I vow to be your tourniquet, wrapping myself around you to staunch old hurts … Continue reading Vows

I want a word for the almost-home. that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiarthat subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozingthat first glimpse of the skylinethat you never loved until you left it behind. what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,comfortably exhausted? I need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,for seeing your city on the horizon,for flying homewards down your highway. give me a word for the boundarybetween the world you went to seeand the … Continue reading 2017

I know that I am strong. I know that I am not some diaphanous piece of chiffon which is easily tossed in the wind before it is no more. A thought. A memory. A whisper of a fantasy. I realize that I am strong and everlasting. Much like the prayer flags I hang on a windy day. My body may break. My heart may fray with much use. It is so open to the world My spirit may even yearn to run. But even broken and battered I still am able to stay true to my purpose. I stay my … Continue reading This is my mantra…

Let me hold up the mirror to my darkest moments, unafraid to meet the reflections of my struggles and scars. In this unflinching gaze, I uncover seeds of transformation. Let my soul’s whispers—its confessions and longings—echo not just through the chambers of my heart, but into the depths of my being. Teach me to listen, not with ears alone, but with an open spirit, attuned to the symphony of my life—the discord and harmony, the crescendos and stillness. Teach me to embrace myself wholly, not just in the warmth of sunlight but amidst the tempest within. In the stillness between … Continue reading Father,

The River, A Storyteller: The river, ancient and wise, whispers tales of forgotten civilizations etched into its banks. It carries memories—of laughter, love, and loss—within its currents. Listen closely, and you’ll hear the echoes of fishermen’s songs and children’s laughter, woven into the very fabric of its flow. Raindrops as Pianists: Raindrops descend like delicate pianists, their fingers tapping on leaves and rooftops. Each note—a promise of renewal. They kiss parched earth, coaxing seeds from their slumber. Life stirs, stretching toward the sky, grateful for this liquid benediction. Ocean’s Lullaby: The ocean, vast and inscrutable, cradles continents in its salty … Continue reading Ripples of Life

I am the woman of my own dreams, a constellation of desires that need no permission to sparkle. No longer do I seek validation from hollow echoes; my worth is etched in stardust and fire. My wishes unfurl like silk ribbons, and the universe nods in agreement. My wish is my command, whispered to the cosmos as I paint my reality with bold strokes. The canvas of my life stretches wide, waiting for the hues of my choosing—crimson courage, azure adventure, and golden resilience.With hands unshackled, I lay each brick upon the foundation of existence. My life is my own, … Continue reading Unapologetically Me

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