"I wrote my first novel because I wanted to read it", palavras de Toni Morrison. Eu escrevo o meu primeiro romance porque a isso sou obrigada. Muito antes de querer ou deixar de querer lê-lo, ou mesmo escrevê-lo. Vidas dependem disso. Há vidas em suspenso, à espera de cada tecla como que de cada golfada de oxigénio. Escrever é poder.
"This is the fluid in which we meet each other,
This haloey radiance that seems to breathe
And lets our shadows wither
Only to blow
Them huge again, violent giants on the wall.
One match scratch makes you real.
At first the candle will not bloom at all
It snuffs its bud
To almost nothing, to a dull blue dud.
I hold my breath until you creak to life,
Balled hedgehog,
Small and cross. The yellow knife
Grows tall. You clutch your bars.
My singing makes you roar.
I rock you like a boat
Across the Indian carpet, the cold floor,
While the brass man
Kneels, back bent, as best he can"
excerto de By Candlelight, de Sylvia Plath
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I miss you M.
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