Other books had been published previously jointly with other fellow poets who formed a group in Universidade Mackenzie, between 1980 and 1982.

Her first book, Joio & trigo, of 1982, is a collection of poems which deal about the sense of good and bad.

Her second book, Areal, published in 1995, is a series of 15 poems, plus another one, Tenth Moon, which had been previously published as a sole poem in a poster.

Now, she's released a new book, Sabbath, by Editora Blocos, from Rio de Janeiro.

In this new book, gathering 22 new poems, Thereza Christina deals with new approaches in her poetry.

Time and love are always ways to know oneself better.

In her latest unreleased book, Pandora, she has viewed the several women who share the adventures with Odysseus. Female masks which form a multiple woman, of many faces.

The war was won and now you rest your head on your hands which have fought the last battle - broken sword, no honors for the hero. The night returns and cools your limbs, sad lonely campaign soldier under the open sky. You've won the war, the land cracking under your feet, no wine for your thirsty mouth. You wait to come back home as I wait for you in the empty room.

CIRCIS

Let's be the only ones, light nerves and fearing hands resting on wide shoulders, which anticipate our thirst - the immense thirst of absentness - because everything is the same again (and we know it): even by ourselves, let's make the world know about us.

HELENA

We have already forgotten how long we have leaned on the city walls, where the strait witnessed the passage of boats that came from as far as our waiting. We have not been invited to enter the sacrifice room. Temples with very high columns touch the darkened sky. Tears fall down from your tiny eyes and all what you've seen makes your beauty glow in you.

ARTHEMIS

I'm your forgotten sister, your strechted arm, waiting for a farewell, like a pillar standing alone on the rock, watching the dusk. My small breast panting under the white veil, my blonde hair covering my shoulders and, yet, as I am free, I am much closer to the winds and the deep black sea currents, because you don't know me.

ECHO

You're fascinated by my voice, which you think you listen, but you don't and in your fantasy, like high fever, you incarnate my voice into my body. (Master, the birds are dead. I can't listen to them schicking. Why have you killed them? What have they done to you?) The most abominable silence raises you in the cold night to the highest tower of the stone fortress.

NYMPH

My body slips through the moss, bathing me in cold water, like a dream vision I've never had. I dreamt I had. I wanted to have had. I wanted to be closer to you, cause you were taken from me when I was a child and I could never find you again. I lost you and also lost a part of me.

PANDORA

Repeat my verses after me. Say what you want to tell me. Talk about yourself and I will listen to your murmuring cry, your dreams, your despair. I can't give you anything besides my tiny hands. Cherish me for this night and I'll Ioffer you my lips as a flower you've picked by chance.

CALLIOPE

The magic hasn't brought me the love I have sought, neither have the love potions imprisioned the man I've chosen. I wander on the beaches in the mist, waiting for the parted beloved one. My face, hidden in shadows, my long hair falling on my back, bear everything I've wished but never had.

MUSE

I will walk all the roads, while the sun is still up, while there is land, while I know you're waiting for me. I will go through all ports, until I touch your impossible form, your beautiful and unchangeable face, as my mouth whispers all the songs I sing to you.

LEUCOTEA