Antologias Poéticas

I write poetry in three languages: Portuguese, English and Spanish. My poems in Portuguese have been published in six different collections, including the largest collection of poets in the world: "1001 Poets". My themes include the formation of identity as a cis woman, nature as a platform for exploring existence, the search for meaning and belonging through the exploration of the self, among other subjects.

An island with your name [MAPEAM 2023]

It would have bled and torn the skin

Made sacrifices in half moon

I would have stolen and lied about credit

If I knew it would be yours

It would have dried up the seven seas

Made of the sun a dark night

I would have asked you to love me

How do saints do in scripture?

Would have armed revolutions

Red dress in dictatorship

Conventional abductions

why on any planet

you possess me

Would have died a murderous death

And came back alive three days later

There is no miracle that compares

To the taste that we both have

Yemanja [PERSONA PUBLISHER]

I invite you to sing, my daughter

Blowing and howling your ears

Set foot in my house

That in the wave I save you

I hold you at high tide

For the moon to appreciate

Make it mine

Your star

Do you know where?

Find me

I'm Fine [FREE POETRY 2022 https://www.poesialivre.com.br/new_page_8.htm | VIVARA NATIONAL PUBLISHING]

“Brazilian Poetry Selection, Free Poetry 2022”

don't ask me if i'm okay

ask if I'm still alive

running in pain and stretching out the laughter until your back cracks

I exist, I continue to resist the urge to disappear

to surrender myself to the earth and turn into mud

I walk on the grass

remembering that it was once dust

but don't ask if I'm okay

that I never know

I know that I am and continue to be in a constant state of being

to exist

good

I don't know anymore

I don't want to be your muse [1001 POETS - 2022]

They have already written me letters and notes and poems

Songs, good and bad, more bad than good

They fit me into rhymes of a rough rhythm

And in writings of books that were never published

I named a character from a short film

And to a movie theater

I was in a play that no one watched

In a thousand other dramas

They drew and photographed my face

Always in crooked lines

Or blown out lights

But I don't want to be your muse

Yes, I am the one who drinks improvised gin and tonic.

Sitting on the sidewalk

And discuss philosophy or quantum physics while looking at the eclipse

Who travels with strangers

Climb river trails to waterfalls and sleep in the forest

Coincidentally, on another eclipse night

I also dance with my eyes closed

Any band that has a good drummer

And I take rain showers in silence

But I don't want to be your muse

Loud sex, with screams and moans

I suck on mangoes and whatever else tastes good

I cook like a mother, and like a mother I also scold

I sew or tear clothes if I feel like it

Smell of coffee and fertile time

But I never wanted to be your muse

I have a very square face

And hair messed up by the wind

I don't have a comb

No patience

I slammed doors, jerked off, picked up wallets

In public places

But not to make you remember or

Forget about me

If I lived through all this,

and still alive

It's to be more mine

Never yours

Not even a muse

Falling in Love [MAPEAM 2022]

how many times have I fallen in love

for the simple idea of love

exist

I fell in love with the features of who I would be

and for the rescue that the other would make

of me

I would find a courage previously hidden

in the entrails and wounds

saved here

then I remembered

he who falls also rises

ground for the feet sought

silence for the throat

that's why every time I fell in love

I woke up lucid, eyes wide open with the truth

that everything I loved

it was me

or the idea he had about me

or the idea of what I could be

if i loved

myself

to me