Cachoeira de Minas, 26 th, november, 2009

My Dear Mother,

Mom, if I could I will be beside you. Iwould hold you and I would say how much I love you. But it´s not possible for now, so I decided to write a little letter. The reason why I waited to write it is because it was the only way I found to express my feelings. I miss you!
I want to say how much you're important in my life, how much I miss you. And, althout you're far away from me, always, always you will be with me.

Your daughter who loves you.

Ivanita.

The little pigs and the kolf

There were tree pigs that were very sad because they were with suine flu and they used to stay just at home. The kolf knowing didn´t want get closer of the pigs for not getting sick too. So the kolf waited for a very long time they get better to eat them. But the pigs were very smart, and even when there were fine they kept preteng to be sick. So, each time the kolf tried to catch them.
They said they were sick and so the pigs calmily lived their lives and the kolf just could look at them and do nothing.

Ivanita

Have...Invent...

Friends?
We have or we invent?
If we have, they for one last time
If we invent, we perpetuate them
Ter refers to consciousness
of finish a day, or not
a possibility
you Feel
Inventing creates possibilities
unreal possibilities
you do not feel, or feel,
you determine the end...

Ivanita

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —

Edgar Allan Poe

Abstract

In the same year that a group of Fernando
Bonassi’s micro fictions closes the anthology Os cem
melhores contos do século, the author releases
Passaporte, a micro fiction only book, which
contributed to consolidate the micro fiction in
Brazilian contemporary literature. Years later, the
author also takes part in the anthology Os cem
menores contos brasileiros do século, in which
authors were invited to write stories with less than 50
letters. The origin of this literature goes back to the
short story theories, to the minimalism and to the
North American literature during the period of
Raymond Carver’s generation. Its effects can already
be observed in contemporary narratives.
Keywords: Microfiction; Flash Fiction; Fernando
Bonassi; Short Story; Brazilian Literature

Parable of the Rose

A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully.Before it blossomed, he examined it. He saw a bud thatwould soon blossom. He also saw the thorns, and hethought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant,burdened with so many sharp thorns?"

Saddened by thisthought, he neglected to water the rose, and before it wasready to bloom, it died. So it is with many people. Within every soul, there is a rose.The "God-like" qualities planted in us at birth, growing amidstthe thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves andsee only the thorns, the defects. We despair, thinkingnothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect towater the good within us, and eventually it dies. We neverrealize our potential.

Some don't see the rose within themselves. It takes someoneelse to show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a personcan possess is to be able to reach past the thorns and findthe rose within others. This is the truest, most innocent, andgracious characteristic of love - to know another person,including their faults, recognize the nobility in their soul,and yet still help another to realize they can overcome theirfaults. If we show them the rose, they will conquer thethorns. Only then will they blossom, and most likely,blooming thirty, sixty, a hundred-fold, as it is given to them. Our duty in this world is to help others, by showing themtheir roses and not their thorns. It is then that weachieve the love we should feel for each other. Only thencan we bloom in our own garden.

Author Unknown

Michael Jackson

We are the world

There comes a time when we heed a certain call
When the world must come together as one
There are people dying
Oh, and it's time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all
We can't go on pretending day by day
That someone, somewhere will soon make a change
We are all a part of God's great big family
And the truth,
you know, love is all we need
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start givingThere's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
Oh, Send them your heart
So they'll know that someone cares
And their lives will be stronger and free
As God has shown us by turning stones to bread
And so we all must lend a helping hand
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
Oh, there's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
When you're down and out, there seems no hope at all
But if you just believe there's no way we can fall
Well, well, well, well let us realize that a change
can only come
When we
stand together as one
Chorus:
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
Chorus:
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
Chorus:
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me

Dandelion in the wind