Congonhas do Campos city…

The mornings of the streets of Congonhas do Campo city seem to exhale the poetic baroque smell, its history in verse and prose, they breathe, perspire their secrets in the corners of their old houses. The houses, they tell us their fascinating stories, reappearing a vision, a mirage amid the dense morning fog with essences and sounds like an exciting trip back in time, a pilgrimage of living that blend to a pilgrimage of the dead. And anonymous historical figures mingle with contemporary bumping up and seeding fallacies and stories from their green mountains and heavenly waterfalls. The wood burning … Continue reading Congonhas do Campos city…

Hey girl…

[…] And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man or woman at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking … Continue reading Hey girl…

Love…♥

Love is the most powerful emotion in the universe. True love is giving of one’s self without expectation. Love is being selfless, compassionate, charitable, and understanding. Love is forgiveness. Love is passion for living, giving, and of being of service to others. Love is invisible yet its power and strength is undeniable. Love is to be alive and to be vital. Love of self, others, nature, family, other people, and all living things empowers us and enables us to reach our highest good and highest god of all people and our planet. Love erases hate and prejudice. Love conquers anger, and … Continue reading Love…♥

God…

Sometimes I find myself trying to understand everything: I write down, I store in memory, investigate, I debate, disagree, agree, I look at sides, I’m ironic, I wonder, I doubt and I get ready myself to knowledge. However, how to understand the song of a thrush bird? Or how to understand an affectionate lick of voracious lioness in her lion cubs injury? It is… Some things are not meant to understand, but simply love them. I think such crazy thing about God that I think He lives laughing at me, like a father who laughs at the antics of his children. … Continue reading God…

Midnight Tales

[…] She licked his lips. They had the taste of peace and rain, and a confession that she had not dared to do. He smiled a smile that was intended to be as withering as his eyes and he combed his black hair with his fingers that fell over his eyes as he was sleeping and dreamed of her cherry smell and flowers on her naked body… so in love he was reborn through her eyes…♥ From Midnight Tales by Bia Esmer Continue reading Midnight Tales

Words: felt and satiated

I feed myself of words, those that my soul needs. In the depths of simplicity, I allow myself to sink in them, expand within them. And in the bottom of myself, I wake up all the residents of my rooms for a bountiful supper and make a toast with wine in contemplation with life. I just want to be grateful to it throughout its divinity. I need to eat enough, never too much, because I am hungry beyond the worldly passions, I need to feed myself from the mouth of the knowledge, mortal spirits, passersby, the energy that comes from … Continue reading Words: felt and satiated