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

Sharing oneself is love, but true love exists in fantasy, in poetry and I had convinced myself poetry doesn’t really exist…so I was missing nothing. How does one miss something that isn’t? Then strangely I met other dreamers, a steady trickle of dreaming souls flooding into my secluded seemingly content pond. I seem to have drawn them into my life with an intensity that will make my dams break, making me question my disbelief in my own insanity….my need to be insane awakens once more, wants to break the shackles that bind it and rise, fly, soar once again…to lose … Continue reading Human poetry….

Eu não fui convidada por ninguém e para nada, aliás, sou bico! Sou jornalista de São Paulo, acostumada com a luta cotidiana da caneta e operária de minhas próprias idéias. Vasculhando cantos e contos literários me encontrei aqui, perdida na cibercultura, fundida, fudida… Eu, uma mera ‘Bia Patife’ que adora as patifarias das “cabeças” pensantes de meu Brasil varonil coalhada de talentos anônimos!  Um beijo literário no âmago criativo de todos! Saravá! ♥ Continue reading Patifarias criativas

Let me without words or sounds discover and describe the map of your body. I read in your elusive eyes, I see the lines of your fingers, in the shape of your body. I was born a writer and a reader: distracted gestures, neck movements, outbursts of hands, the corners of your lips. And it does not escape from my pen the letters of your body. I find open discovered and rediscovered. Capitalized, with titles and headlines….♥ I want to touch your secrets I want to devour the soul within your being, find … and feel Hence the abyss at … Continue reading Touch

[…] Stuck to twigs from that dark forest, it was only a pair of eyes, he and an adulterated and epic image that formed inside of the mirror. As a church stained glass, he saw reflected in several colors and shapes of his own design. A mosaic of ideas and sounds, that twitched and distorted, then handed him ready and a confused response: a kiss…Not in the eyes, which were the target of his questions and anxieties. No. It would not be the cunning and shrewd globes would receive at the height of his charm the precious touch of his … Continue reading Tales of mirrors

Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave. Our lives are measured by these…..♥   Continue reading Moments…