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…

Ever noticed, when you go to a store or wherever in public, that people hardly look at each other; it seems that our cultural narrative tells us to follow the unwritten “no looking” rule. To look at another person is perhaps one of the most aware and brave thing one can do nowadays, to make eye contact, to acknowledge another’s presence. The eyes are the windows of the soul, and the longer you refuse to be blind to others, the more you’re apt to fall in divine love, your soul makes a connection to another soul. Be daring and let … Continue reading Cultural Narrative