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sábado, 31 de julho de 2004

Juliana chegou.
Trouxe na mala umas poucas roupas, a blusa que minha mãe usou em 78, muita muito boa música e um cheiro de recomeço.
Ave, Juliana!

quarta-feira, 28 de julho de 2004

segunda-feira, 12 de julho de 2004

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segunda-feira, 5 de julho de 2004


Before I could answer (if I could have answered so difficult a question at all), she repeated, "Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces - and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper - love her, love her, love her!"

Never had I seen such passionate eagerness as was joined to her utterance of these words. I could feel the muscles of the thin arm round my neck, swell with the vehemence that possessed her.

"Hear me, Pip! I adopted her to be loved. I bred her and educated her, to be loved. I developed her into what she is, that she might be loved. Love her!"

She said the word often enough, and there could be no doubt that she meant to say it; but if the often repeated word had been hate instead of love - despair - revenge - dire death - it could not have sounded from her lips more like a curse.

"I'll tell you," said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper, "what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter - as I did!" Posted by Hello

domingo, 4 de julho de 2004

Aniversário

Hoje eu vi Great Expectations, de novo, aquele filme todo verde.

E este blog faz três anos.