Saudade

In the quiet recesses of the heart, where emotions swell and recede like the tides, there lies a space so constricted, so intimate, that it grips the soul with an intensity that is almost tangible. Here, inside, so tight, a lump form in the throat, a silent sentinel of the words unspoken, the feelings unexpressed.

The heart, a vessel of thought, beats to the rhythm of unuttered dreams, pulsing with the cadence of silent musings. It is the crucible where the alchemy of emotion transmutes the mundane into the sublime, where the ordinary is imbued with the extraordinary.

From the mouth, the gateway to the soul, words emerge, not merely as sounds but as the very essence of being. They are the poetry of existence, the verses that compose the narrative of life. Each syllable, a brushstroke on the canvas of the universe; each sentence, a thread in the tapestry of time.

And in this dance of existence, where every moment is a note in the symphony of the cosmos, there is a word that echoes through the ages, a concept that transcends language and culture—an endless ‘saudade.’ It is the longing for something that was, or perhaps, for something that never was—a yearning so profound that it colors every aspect of being with the hues of nostalgia and desire.

This ‘saudade,’ this sweet melancholy, is the shadow that accompanies every light, the whisper in the silence, the footprint on the path of eternity. It is the beautiful ache of life, the tender scar of love, the eternal quest for the ineffable. It is the heartbeat of the universe, the rhythm of the soul, the poetry of the infinite.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer