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If we are part of humanity, we can’t make a habit of looking away

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In the tapestry of humanity, we are but a single thread, woven into the fabric of existence. And as part of this intricate design, we cannot turn a blind eye to the suffering of our fellow beings. For if we do, we will allow our conscience to wither and fade, like a wilting flower deprived of sunlight and water. And in this slow decay, we will lose touch with our own humanity, becoming mere shells of our former selves. To look away from the pain and anguish of others is to deny the very essence of our interconnectedness, to sever … Continue reading If we are part of humanity, we can’t make a habit of looking away

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Am I just a fool?

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Am I just a fool? The voice in my head denies it. I have tasted the fruit called Life, savored its sweetness, and endured its bitterness. Through this, I’ve gained wisdom beyond my years, learning from the fears and tears of my impertinent childhood, an irrefutable lesson. Pride, once excusable, now seems nothing more than a facade. Excuse me for my ignorance, for I used to believe that crime pays. The irony of life reveals itself when you realize that getting caught means paying the ultimate price. Ignorance, a more lethal weapon than any unsheathed sword, almost decapitated my belief … Continue reading Am I just a fool?

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Life was meant to be a symphony

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We once likened life to a journey, a pilgrimage with a solemn destination, an end goal that we strived to reach, be it success or heaven in the afterlife. We fixated on the pursuit of that final destination, missing the essence of the entire passage. Yet, all along, life was meant to be a symphony, a dance to the music that played around us. Each moment was a note in the grand composition of existence, and we were meant to sing and dance to its rhythm. We were meant to embrace the melody of laughter, to twirl in the joy … Continue reading Life was meant to be a symphony

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Even in the midst of a challenging time, I still feel thankful and blessed…

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In the midst of life’s tempest, I find myself standing, grateful for the blessings that surround me. Though the winds may howl, and the storms may rage, I am filled with an unyielding sense of gratitude that transcends the chaos. It is in these moments of adversity that I am reminded of the strength within me, the resilience that allows me to weather the storms. Each challenge becomes a testament to my capacity for growth, and for that, I am thankful. Even as the world around me seems to tremble, I am blessed with the unwavering support of those who … Continue reading Even in the midst of a challenging time, I still feel thankful and blessed…

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My seeds, your seeds …

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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 …

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I am a woman who resides in every line I write …

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If the words are memories of love, then I write to awaken the love within me. Poetry is the tender embrace on the other side, a kindness preserved in the eyes of a lover. And if it is not the poet who translates the silences, and if poetry is a collection of endless possibilities, then who am I? I am a woman who resides in every line I write, even if they never find me, they reveal the essence of my being through each word. Even if I cannot be fully unveiled in each verse, I exist in a kingdom … Continue reading I am a woman who resides in every line I write …

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Sweet words …

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If I knew how to select a word, and determine which would be effective. I promise I would take chances with them, and choose the most beautiful one… …and then tie it next to my love, a blessing so tender and delicate. A sweetness to greet you in your daily life. Bringing a smile to your lips, and freeing you from this solitary and mad life. With the sweetness that only I understand about poetry… Copyright © Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Sweet words …

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A simple life

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In the quiet embrace of the sea, I yearn for a small white house, a haven where the waves whisper their secrets, and the salty breeze carries the song of the ocean. Here, amidst the tranquil expanse, I dream of cats and dogs frolicking in the sun-dappled garden, their playful spirits a testament to the simple joys of life. In the heart of this sanctuary, an art studio beckons, a space where creativity unfurls like the petals of a blooming flower. Here, old vinyl records spin melodies of jazz, their soulful tunes weaving through the air, inspiring the words of … Continue reading A simple life

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The art does not frontiers

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The art my love is not a product of privilege and luxury, but rather a creation of struggle and hardship. It is not nurtured in the arms of gentle mothers or loving parents, but rather in the harsh realities of the ghettos and favelas. It does not discriminate based on color, race, or creed, for it is a force that transcends all boundaries. It is generous in its ability to uplift and empower, revolutionizing the hearts and minds of those who have been oppressed and marginalized. It gives wings to the afflicted, allowing them to soar above their circumstances and … Continue reading The art does not frontiers

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I’m a lover, but I’m also one hell of a fighter …

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In the labyrinth of love and life, I stand as a lover, but also a fierce warrior. My loyalty is not a shackle, nor a web of clinginess—it’s a testament to my unwavering devotion. I yearn to share in your days, to understand your world, and to stand by you in moments of need. Yet, I am acutely aware that we are distinct entities, each with our own sacred space. I am drawn to challenges, but never will I vie for your affection in a contest of hearts. Time, that elusive treasure, has become my most cherished possession. I refuse … Continue reading I’m a lover, but I’m also one hell of a fighter …