quinta-feira, novembro 27, 2003
"I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who love better, who love better than I."
"There comes a time when all your outlets are blocked, as with wax.... An outlet you need, and they are sealed. You live night and day in the dark cramped prison you have made for yourself. And so on this day, you feel you will burst, break, if you can not let the great reservoir seething in you loose, surging through some leak in the dike. So you go downstairs and sit at the piano. All the children are out; the house is quiet. A sounding of sharp chords on the keyboard, and you begin to feel the relief of losing some of the great weight on your shoulders."
Do diário de Sylvia Plath.
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Viviane at 9:11:00 AM
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