Not-so-urban- LitBite: A rainy beach, a melting popsicle.

‘Lit Bite’ is a collection of nano-texts that may or may not have an ending. For me, it represents a reflexive moment, a time to think about Writing and about my life in the city, with all the great and terrible feelings it brings me. They are short, small scenes with memories or imagined situations. What do you think? Wanna join me in this adventure?

I lived in Rio for seven years before moving to São Paulo, to this small city called Santa Lucrécia.

Used with all the comforts the big city brings, I was completely tormented for a long year. In Rio, I had my own toy stove, a collection of beautiful Japanese dolls and more than one private English teacher, who also used to taught me painting and piano. Arriving at Santa Lucrécia, though, I noticed my toy stove was broken, my Japanese dolls were missing and Mrs and Mr Fonseca, my teachers, wouldn’t ever come back for the next class.

I was completely heartbroken and it’s safe to say I faced a really long period of depression that culminated in long, harsh punishments from my strict Mom and Dad.

The more they pressed, the more I fought.

The more I fought, the more they pressed.

And then, Rod appeared. Rodrigo, this silly young boy whose dream was to travel the world mounted in a unicorn. This adorable, terrible young boy who would become my first real friend, my first real love and my first real arch-enemy (then going back to best friend again, after a couple of years).

Rod introduced me to Tiago and Alexandre when we’re young – and together, we’re great… But they’d only bring me to life again on our first trip to Riviera, when I was 16.

I talked to the sea, I watched the waves, I touched the water with trembling cold fingers.

How could anything be this beautiful and this peaceful? I asked myself.

I can’t honestly say how long I simply stood there, staring at the waves.

It rained that day. A torrential rain that washed all my pain away. I remember rising to my feet, closing my eyes and opening my arms to receive the drops of water… I remember voices of nature whispering beauties in the cold air: the sound of the sea still roaring while the rain still fell. The palm trees on the wind, the hidden birds.

I heard myself. Crying. Felt the warm tears shocking with the freezing rain. With the freezing flesh on my face!

When I finally spun on my feet to go (the rain now nothing more than a thin drizzle), I saw Rod. His eyes were glossy red, his trainers completely soaked, an opened umbrella hovering his head.

When I was close enough, he smiled and hugged me tightly, not minding my soaked clothes:

“Feeling better?”

And I nodded. “Much.”

He smiled. “Great. I have to tell you my next evil plan – you’ll get together with Tiago, I promise!”

One of my favourite chapters in “Samba, Flora & Marília” is the first beach sequence. Besides loving beaches (with all my heart), it’s the very first moment Flora and Marília have an actual conversation about the past – and this is something extremely difficult for me.

How do you make your characters sound real in this kind of situation? How do you make them sound human? In descriptions, talking about the past is easy – you have only one side of the story to worry about! But in conversations? Darn, it gets a whole lot harder, with two different points of view and memories shocking… But of course, besides the challenge of this scene, the description of the rainy beach was a huge pleasure to write!

For that reason, in this LitBite I tried to dive deeper in Marília’s head to understand better her own intentions and motivations while working the feelings that being in a beach cause us both – me and her.

I had this in mind during my quick Holidays. I spent the last week in Riviera de São Lourenço, in São Paulo (BR), recharging my batteries for the first time in almost a year. According to Mother, I was really needing that. And she’s right.

The Ocean – and mainly beaches -, have a special meaning to me. It’s something beautiful and strong; something wild, yet strangely comforting that embraces me like no other thing.

I hope you enjoyed this LitBite – and that you can forgive me for taking so long to post anything!

And if you’re wondering where the melting popsicle is… Here it is:




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