#p. 118

[returntomytilene]

How pale is all reality next to the mere dream of you; my sweetest sunlit desire grows and is drowned and refound and lost again in the vibrating possibilities I feel in the looks of your half-closed eyes, and it is no longer my tongue but my soul that caresses you

Natalie Clifford Barney in a letter to Eva Palmer dated 21 December 1900, as quoted in Wild Heart: A Life (2002) by Suzanne Rodriguez

[trechos-e-textos]

Você poderia enlouquecer se ficasse analisando cada pequena mudança, quando o mais importante era estar sempre presente e nunca perder as eesperanças.

Eu, Alex Cross