Over time, I began to give form to that inner calling. I studied, traveled, researched, and nourished myself with the great spiritual, philosophical, and literary traditions. I pursued university studies in Brazil, Europe, and the Americas, always driven by a thirst to understand the human being and their place in the world. I speak several languages: Portuguese, Spanish, French, Italian, English, Hebrew, Latin, Classical Greek… not out of intellectual vanity, but because I believe each language carries within it a soul, a unique way of perceiving the world and relating to the sacred.

I am of Iberian Sephardic Jewish origin a heritage of wisdom, resilience, and memory that I honor with deep reverence. Nevertheless, for over fifty years, I have faithfully practiced the tradition of the Holy Roman Catholic Apostolic Church. I was baptized, confirmed, married under the Church’s blessing, and I continue to live an active and committed spiritual life. The lives of the saints, sacred texts, mystical theology, and the Church’s social doctrine constantly nourish my writing and contemplation. It is in that bridge between the ancient and the eternal that I find my vocation.

I believe in the word as a divine gift, as Saint Augustine taught: “The word is a visible sign of an invisible thought.” Communication, when guided by the Spirit, becomes a living gospel, a bridge between souls. I do not write for vanity, but to serve. As Saint John Paul II said: “Do not be afraid! Open wide the doors to Christ!” That is what I try to do in every verse, chronicle, or melody: open doors, touch hearts, let Christ enter.

I have more than 50 published works, including novels, poetry, chronicles, philosophical-religious essays, and journalistic texts. I frequently write for newspapers, magazines, and Catholic networks, reflecting on consecrated life, everyday spirituality, paths of faith, and the possibility of holiness. At the same time, as a fiction writer, I present characters who walk between pain and miracle, between downfall and rebirth, between the human and the divine. Fiction, for me, is a way to console to help others feel seen, heard, embraced.

I am also a composer, with more than 150 original songs available on digital platforms. Music is another face of my language: within it lives the rhythm of the heart, the breath of the soul, the prayer that is not written it is sung. For me, song is a form of prayer.

For many years, I made the art of communication my way of life. I worked in journalism, radio, television, print media, institutional advising, and public speaking. I gave voice to causes, told the stories of the anonymous, investigated injustices, and celebrated triumphs. I lived communication as a tool for transformation. Today, retired from public life, I continue to communicate perhaps more quietly, more inwardly through literature.

I currently live in Palma de Mallorca, in the Balearic Islands: a kind of deserted island that I have embraced as my spiritual home. Here, between the sea and the sky, I rediscover daily the meaning of time, prayer, and reflection. This island is not an exile: it is a retreat. I write in silence, I contemplate, I pray, and I communicate with the world through letters, poems, and texts born from the heart to reach directly into the eyes of the reader.

As Saint Francis of Assisi taught, “Preach the Gospel at all times. If necessary, use words.” I try to do just that with my work: to let beauty, simplicity, and authenticity speak for themselves. I do not write to teach, but to share. I write as one who kneels before another’s pain. As Saint Pio of Pietrelcina said: “Pray, hope, and don’t worry. Worry is useless. God is merciful and will hear your prayer.” In that hope, I place every line, every page, every song.

My writing is made of listening and compassion. I try to look at the world with mercy and put into words what many do not know how to express. I write about the invisible: the nostalgia no one saw, the love that could not fit, the faith that endured. I write to give shape to the unnameable. I write as one who prays and, sometimes, as one who weeps.

Saint Teresa of Calcutta said, “Words can be short and easy to say, but their echoes are truly infinite.” With that humility, I continue planting words in the hearts of those who cross my path. Writing, for me, is a form of love. A form of service. A way of dwelling in God. The dear Frei Damião, with his gentle yet firm voice, used to remind us: “The people need to hear words that nourish the soul.” That is the mission I carry with faith and responsibility.

If you have come this far, I welcome you: this page is a little piece of my home. Here you will find my works, my thoughts, my poems, my faith. More than sharing my work, I wish to offer a space of welcome to those seeking beauty, silence, and truth. May the words you find here bring you light, comfort, and companionship. May you feel at home among my books, my songs, my reflections, and prayers.

I carry youth tenderly in my heart. To young people, as Saint John Paul II said, I want to enthusiastically repeat: “You are the now of God!” May they find in art, faith, and the word, paths to build a more beautiful, just, and true world.

Life is brief, but the word remains. And as long as I am granted the gift, I will keep writing. Not for myself, but for us.

Dr. Marcelo Paz Bezerra

Writer, poet, translator, journalist, composer
Catholic, mystic, storyteller, child of silence and hope.