As I search for the words to honor this poet,
writer, director of UBE (Brazilian Writers' Union), creator and editor of Voo
Livre ( Free Flying literal translation – a literary magazine)magazine,
organizer of Mulherio de SP (Women Writers of São Paulo), professor and, above
all, friend, Marina Marino, the sister that literature gave me, I have to stop,
wipe away the tears and breathe after each word typed.
Twin sisters, many say, including our blood
sisters. At the Biennial (Book Fair) in Ceará last year, our nickname was
"the MMs of SP". I was mistaken for Marina several times at events. I
received a warm hug, as she was a dear friend, and my response was always:
"She's the one you're looking for," and I would point to Marina, who always
smiled affectionately, already knowing what had happened. We laughed a lot when
people mixed us up.
I met Marina online during the pandemic when we
were going to present an event together for the Scortecci publishing house (in
fact, in several anthologies, it was Marina and then Meire). Back then, we both
had blonde hair. When we first met in person, it was like a gathering of
long-time friends, however, we had red hair, without having previously
mentioned that we were going to change our hair color. What a coincidence!
If I had to describe Marina in one word, it would
be generous. She opened many doors for lovers of literature, especially for
female writers. She planted many seeds. She knew how to give that extra push
needed.
I became a poet, columnist, and moderator of
discussion groups thanks to her push: gratitude! I met many incredible people
through the light that is Marina.
Oh, my friend, sister in literature… how I miss
you. But I know Marina is much better, flying free and in peace. 🌟🕊🤍
26/04/2026
Written: April 27, 2026
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