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Branca Maria de Paula, short-story writer, poet and photographer, was born in Aimorés, Minas Gerais state, in 1946. She also majored in Philosophy. Her career as a writer received wide recognition in 1978, when she won the 3rd National Prize for Erotic Short-Stories, sponsored by Status Magazine. Her story, "Fundo Infinito" (Infinite Depth), was entirely censored. Right after, she published her first book : "A mulher proibida" (The forbidden Woman).
She worked at the Minas Gerais State Press along with the writer Murilo Rubião and at the staff of it's Literary Journal. She is a former Vice-President of the Minas Gerais state Writers Syndicate, which she helped to create.
Along with Cristina Agostinho and Maria do C. Brandão, she co-authored "Luz del Fuego, a people's ballerina".
In 1993, winning a scholarship from the Young People's International Library, she went to Munich, Germany, where she lectured at the Latin American Cultural Institute. Her short -story "For the First Time" was translated into German.
Her works were studied at the Dept. of Spanish and Portuguese from Colorado University in Boulder, during the seminar on "Contemporary Brazilian Prose-Fiction by Women-1985".
Along with two movie-makers, she wrote two screenplays.
She lives in Belo Horizonte, where she has an active role in the cultural scene.
She ate him at ease, licking her lips and whispering all her pleasure. But she wasn't savage at all. Quite on the contrary, she was very courteous.
She ate him little by little, with elegance and wisdom. She torn him into pieces, didn't throw away any bone, no matter how small it was. She ate all of him, even the fingers of his foot.
First she swallowed his lips, and sighed slightly.
When she devoured chunks of his back, she howled with no fear. As she sucked his legs, she almost lost her mind.
She did lose her mind upon licking the tender parts. She sacrificed him with great pomp and removed his guts without any guilt. But her best moment of joy arrived when she ate his head.
He lost his skin, his flesh, was naked inside out. She had no mercy- and conquered his heart. At last.
I have you now between my legs Like a fallen angel. Inside wrinkles, within leftovers In my pores, out in the corners I have you now Even deeper. A truce of sigh and joy You sleep The deserved rest. I have you now As if our eternity would last.
Translated by Luís Giffoni
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