There It Is, The Sea, The Most

Love Is Now, Is Always. All That Is Missing Is The Coup De Grâce- Which Is Called Passion.

The Only Truth Is That I Live. Sincerely, I Live. Who Am I? Well, That's A Bit Much.

I Write And That Way Rid Myself Of Me And Then At Last I Can Rest.

Putting My Hand In Someone Else’s Has Always Been My Definition Of Happiness. Before I Fall Asleep, Often - In That Small Struggle Not To Lose Consciousness And Go Into The Greater World - Often, Before I Get Up The Courage To Go Into The Vastness Of Sleep, I Pretend That Someone Has My Hand In Theirs, And Then I Go, Go To That Enormous Absence Of Form That Is Sleep. And When Even After That I Don’t Have Courage, I Dream.

Ela Acreditava Em Anjo E, Porque Acreditava, Eles Existiam" | "she Believed In Angels, And, Because She Believed, They Existed