This
website shows some Synopses of my Novels, such as Ice Stage and "Sensuousness" A Palindrome Wor(l)d, also my
Memoirs and Articles for adults, and Picture Books, poetry and plays for both children and
adults to stimulate healthy and creative views. The adults might
have as much fun reading my books for kids as the children will have
watching the grown-ups having fun. I've always had a photographic memory that I've tried to develop.
As a writer, dancer, illustrator
and choreographer I try to capture the same image I have on my
mind's eye to translate it into words. I've been also quite optic-mystic and even my blood type tells me so :I'm a B-positive! I translated and illustrated
a magazine entitled "Magia" published by Editora Ondas. I just found out that I had dyslexia before I went to school, after reviewing an old notebook where I wrote all numbers backward, such as Leonardo Da Vinci! And it seems that this latent talent runs on the family: my five-yrs-old nephew
"Le Petit Nicolas" also writes his name backwards. But my love for words had me working hard to develop language skills. Maybe thanks to all my efforts to eventually overcome my deficiencies that I could see things usually in an unusual way, making my wor^l^d so peculiar. My books
are unique for they come from my heart, my own life experience that I
cherish and try to share it with the readers. I made my début in the
theater when I was fifteen in the Opera Carmina Burana at the Opera House of Sao Paulo. Since then I've been on TV
commercials, Soap Operas, Interviews, TV programs, Cinema, Magazines,
Newspapers and recently at the Theatre and TVCable. I plan to create
choreographies and dramatization of my stories, to be performed by all
age groups. Since I will continue my career as an instructor, as a model/act-hlete, and author, Dance&Theatre should enhance my work.
To know more about me (and the World) go to: About
the Author
Please, check out the Synopses from Some of my Books
Hope you enjoy my works as much as I enjoy creating. One of my books is now in the hands of a Canadian editor at Devine Destinies. And what a devine destiny that is!
Bored Free
So glad the Muses gave me some time
And I am feeling so free to rhyme.
I write by the beat of my own heart
And there I embrace a brand-new start.
I am used to learn music by hearing,
by ear... there's this sound of a ring
I play by the heat of the moment
or what the muse decides to consent.
I randomly write the words I sing.
Then I compose some notes and I swing,
grabbing my pen like a microphone,
so passionate of what I have done.
We've been visited by a very bright heading back into its own origin, the sun, and yet soon-to-be nonexistent comet so a propros named by the astronomer who first noticed him in the year of 2006: Mc Naught. I got so inspired by his vision that I wrote and composed two songs for him:
OUTSIDER
An astral vivid visitor
An astray visible actor!
Mr Mc Naught,
You're so bright and so naughty!!
Last week, you appeared to me,
By the deep blue sea,
Just before I closed my eye
In a sunset, so red a sky...
Now I don't even know
If you are just an UFO
Or if you come back once again so fast,
That's your first and perhaps your last!
Em 1968 eu nascia em Santos e, aos dois dias de idade, ja
estava como que predestinada no apartamento do nono andar no edificio
Cinelandia da Av. Ana Costa, no seio de minha familia praticamente toda
santista.
Lembro bem dos meus primeiros cinco aninhos. Recordo que eu tinha que
caminhar o que para mim eram interminaveis "mil leguas
supra-marinas", a distancia da orla no meu percal�o rumo ao mar.
Lembro que ja estavamos no fim da Ditadura e eu me via obrigada a cantar no
mais alto e claro tom o Hino Nacional inteiro (e eu que fazia de conta que
sabia de cor a segunda parte, imitando com caras e bocas os meus colegas de
escola)
Hoje a inspira�ao e a alegria que me trazem aqueles tempos de infancia
passados na Orla da praia de Santos vividos ao sol da liberdade em raios
"ludicos" e a minha eterna gratidao a tao saudavel e saudosa
Santos me levam a seguir em meu caminho ao mar de emo�oes que essas
lembran�as me trazem e poder dizer com uma voz clara e feliz que sou
santista e sou artista e esportista dessa minha vida de Cinema onde Santos
eh cenario imprescindivel.
Onde eu deverei estar daqui a 30 anos?
Provavelmente com a mesma docura no olhar, com o mesmo idealismo; talvez
mais sabia e mais justa, mas igual de inocente. Pois que a vida nao perdera
jamais a singeleza desde que rememoraveis anos repassem sob nossos cora�oes
sempre que assim almejarmos.
Talvez a inocencia esteja no olhar pequenino de cada menino que esmera ser
feliz.
E o idealismo seja o de alcancarmos todos a felicidade plena; simples, assim,
como o caminhar num dia de sol na orla da praia de Santos.
(Veja trechos do livro "Erosoterica" versao em Portugues de "Geometrie de Desirs", ou "Geometry of Designs"):
"Autobiografia de uma Bailarina Cosmica":
Click 'n Pic et X-Press 'n X-Pace...
The
Angel in Blue
A "Ps!" odd in Blue
When I was six years old, I was a blue angel with wings. My mother made my
costume with little sparkles of silver and golden stars, and she also
confectioned my wings with soft white feathers with so much care that I was
astonished! How kind she was and how much love she had for spending her
precious time on doing that outfit to me. It meant the world to me, that she
loved me so very much!
Then, at Christmas night I was happy, so much so that I would finally make
my dream come true: I would finally be an angel blue!!!
I went to that party feeling so light that even the stars remained in
silence while I walked through that door in the main room of the auditorium.
Then, I heard a voice behind me saying:
"Oh, little angel, would you get out of my sight and allow me to see
what is in front of me? Your wings are obstructing my vision..."
The land is white
The seed is black
Can see only by light
Cannot be a bric-a-brac
When closed it may bite
It's not a trick, but track:
It may be day or night
It still comes in a pack.
What's black and white, re(a)d all over,
With 2 o in the middle, a back and a k-over?
Flat
Feet
"Flat Feet"
An Autobiography of a Cosmic Dancer
This book is about the "re-ejections" we all go through
To eventually make our dreams come true.
"Flat Feet" fleeting from Rejection to Action tells in an
inspirational way how I got out of my cocoon to realize that I should become
all the potential that I am meant to be. It is about all the many necessary
(and sometimes quite unnecessary) obstacles we impose in our lives to
succeed. Then when I heard the call of my mission and followed my bliss I
found in the very core of myself a Master and Healer.
"B:y and by, the oak tried the bamboo:
"A:h, why are you so humble?
M:oving back and forward too...
B:ending is the only move you make!"
O:nce said that, a strong wind came
O:ver the entire forest it did shake.
B:y then the wind turned into a huge hurricane,
A:fter striking into pieces half of the jungle,
M:oving the oaktree near a log of sugarcane.
B:ut after seeing that the oaktree couldn't handle
O:ver the tempest, the bamboo told the oak that remained
O:n the other side in the middle of the rumble:
I can feel poetry in each and every flowing sentence that my spirit may
produce. Life abounds from my soul and pours down through my veins,
increasing in energy and vitality. Heading the melting ice to the oceans of
emotions and diversifying my creations I dare to fulfill all of my dreams,
which are to enchant many a heart or two with my lyrics. For me, all this
rides on the strength that is borne from my life-long love of Art.
In all of my books I persuade the reader to come closer and get so intimate
within my life that he/she will feel as if it belongs to his/her own life,
as if a huge embrace had conquered his/her heart and there is nothing else
to do but surrender to that subtle touch of healing energy. I know
that my dreams are not modest. I just wish that my sincerity will softly and
surrealistically touch the readers mind's eyes. More of My
Memoir
How many Egyptians, two or three,
Or one round face? Could have been
Many more to build a pyramid...
Empaired by pharaonic presence in between.
The Lures
T~o be an artist, to feel inspired is to be in tune with your own nature.
H~elas! It's to love, to make reverence and respect each and every creature
E~nthusiasm, that meaning God inside your heart, like fires that nurture;
A delight of belonging to something so much bigger, as a great rapture.
T~here! We all are artists. Some will only know that in their final departure.
R~eal work of an artist is the reflection of his internal capture
E~ssence of his own nature and expression of his ethereal posture.
Create Your Own
How many Egyptians, two or three, 
