Allow me to bewho I need to belet me feel my agelet me be my own historyyouthfulnessis all nice and shinybut it’s only a partand never all of meI have seen a worldthat’s long gone by nowexperience, music, and eventsingredients of a lifethat I need to haveI’m no image, nor visionI may not be what you want to seeI’m just greying old me…❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Allow me to…

I was born into the shackles of poverty, a life of struggle and hardship from the very start. But I refuse to be defined by my circumstances, for I hold no shame in being poor. For I am a seeker of knowledge, a believer in the power of learning and education. I strive to enrich my mind and soul, to rise above the limitations of my upbringing. I may not have material wealth, but I am rich in aspiration and determination. I hold onto the hope that one day my hard work and dedication will bear fruit, that my reward … Continue reading I do believe in this …

In the absence of time, I let my watch slip away, its ticking hands forgotten amidst a world where time held no sway. Days melted into the embrace of sun and wind, and within, an armored heart found no solace, no way to truly live. My mistake was in resting my head upon his shoulder, where soft spoken words wove tales of music, letting the atmospheric melodies flood our beings. I soon realized the futility of grasping the boundless ocean within my hands, for its waves erode through action and patience, dissolving the steel that once encased my soul. A … Continue reading My mistake

Life is a rebellion. A disregard for rules. A challenge to authority. An invitation to chaos. A flirtation with the obscene. A modesty in disguise. A courtship. A retaliation. A poem. A flawed love. The sunset. Your hair. A cup of coffee. The desolation. Another day… In the dance of existence, we pirouette between defiance and decorum. We trace the outline of the forbidden, our steps marked by desire and restraint. Life, in its audacious grace, is a love letter penned with contradictions, each word an emblem of our insatiable quest for meaning. As the day dies and the night … Continue reading Life is everything …

In the depths of your despair, I am the light that pierces through the darkness. In the chaos of your mind, I am the calm that soothes your soul. Into your darkest corner, you are safe in my love, you are protected. I am the sanctuary that welcomes you with open arms, the refuge that shields you from the storm. I am the openness you seek; I am your doorway to peace and serenity. Come sit in the circular temple of my heart, let the warmth of my embrace envelop you. Let the gentle rhythm of my love lull you … Continue reading Prayer of love I

Le vent continue de souffler froid contre mon visage. Un chemin enneigé le long du lac gelé me parle, me disant de vivre un peu plus lentement, de calmer l’esprit, de prêter attention aux éclats de glace, fragiles et se brisant sous mes pieds. La lumière faible mais scintillante de l’hiver veut à tout prix aiguiser mes sens, pointant dans ma vision périphérique des vérités étincelantes qui ne seraient jamais claires pour moi dans la brume de l’été : Vivre demande tant de bravoure. Heureusement, tant de chaleur, tant d’amour, tant d’espoir sont stockés dans le printemps sous ma peau. … Continue reading Leçons d’Hiver

I don’t mean romantic love. Sure, that’s nice too, but it’s not what i mean. Even love for family, friends, pets–all very nice, and I deeply appreicate all these things and the love they provide and share, but still, not what i mean. These are all parts of what i’m talking about, but i think noticing it elsewhere is the core of what i’m trying to say. I mean the divine essence of love. It is e v e r y w h e r e. It’s that feeling of warmth you get when you’re cozy in bed. It’s the … Continue reading Love is so important. And it’s everywhere…

Se eu posso pedir-lhe algo, peço que jamais expulse o amor de ti. Peço que não expulses a ideia do amor, pois, expulsá-la seria diminuir o teu mundo, achatar coisas e pessoas em um mesmo plano, em um mesmo tom, em um mais do mesmo, reduzindo a vida num cesto sem flores, numa rua sem saída, comprimindo-a ao tamanho onde não mais cabe o coração. Desistir da ideia do amor é fazer da realidade pobre cenário ao sabor dos acasos e mornas alegrias, sem espaço para qualquer novo inteiro encanto ou arrebatamento. Que o amor resida em ti como a … Continue reading Jamais expulse o amor de ti …

With a voice forged from the heartbeats of a thousand journeys, she stands tall—a slang speaker, spoke word spitter, a conduit for the languages of travelers. Each syllable she utters carries tribal words and oral history, a tapestry woven from the aching and the accepting, the breaking and the building. “Share your stories, girl,” they say, “with that honeydew type of healing.” And she does. Her tongue is fire, bringing burns, bringing warmth. It’s a force to be reckoned with—know it, use it. Make them crave it, break them with it. For in a world where silence is the enemy … Continue reading Her Power

Unbeknownst to me, as I journeyed through life, I scattered my seeds into your waiting hands. Time, the master of all promises, took hold and altered the course of my existence. When those seeds returned to me, I reaped a harvest of colors, flowers, and dreams, oblivious to the fact that they were also the very essence of dawn’s flourishing. The seeds, having absorbed the essence of your touch, carried within them the power to transform my world. They blossomed into a symphony of hues, a garden of dreams that danced in the sunlight. Each bloom whispered secrets of a … Continue reading My seeds, your seeds …