I am Regina Rizzi. You haven’t heard of me because I am bigger than your search engine. I am the size of a watermelon on a hot January afternoon in Recife. I am the pregnant pause before the samba breaks. My poetry is not written; it is sliced open – red, seedy, and sweet.

If this title exists on a forgotten CD, a pamphlet, or a live recording, please digitize and share it. Until then, Regina Rizzi remains a delicious mystery, maior que qualquer busca do Google – bigger than any Google search. Word count: ~1,150 (designed for long-form blog or arts journal).

They say a woman should be small. I say: be maior que melancia. Take up more space in the market. Roll down the hill of the neighborhood. Let children point and laugh. Then feed them a slice.

However, after an exhaustive search across digital archives, news databases, academic repositories, and Portuguese-language cultural records (including Brazilian literature, music indexes, and social media),