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There is always a window... (watchable at CAM)

Sim, foi um tremor de terra. Tenho a certeza. Agora mesmo. Todos os móveis da sala oscilaram....sobretudo eu.

Os Drafts que davam posts....

Eu

Como me faz falta estar viva concentrar-me só na absurda sensação de respirar ter tempo para respirar...Sentir um cheiro ou um som e sentir só isso.

Strange Love

Plath for you in this (holy)day

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, just truthful -
The eye of a little god, four cournered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Mirror, Sylvia Plath

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