Volto a vida de criar. Criar algo bonito para olhos que nao conheco. Volto a escrever porque sangro. Esqueco a gramatica. Me torno um pouco mais pura por saber que me esperas em alguma parte. Doi o corpo. A cabeca, os olhos. As costas. Tudo esta psicologicamente desfeito. Ansio pelo que nao sei. Ansio por uma coisa que nem sei se existe. Quero fazer tudo ao mesmo tempo. Quero tomar um banho e dormir. Mas tambem quero continuar lutando. Organizando a casa, limpando. Sarando. Tenho um amor novo e belo e que me sorri todas as manhas. E me beija e me toca como se eu fosse uma pequena boneca de porcelana. Resgatei um cachorro da rua. E agora ele me reconhece. Me pede carinho. Me abraca. Sabe onde estou. Tem ciumes do Homem Misterioso. O homem com olhos amendoados, e coracao de menino... Quero relembrar todas as nossas noites. Todos os nossos dias que foram nossos e que sao tao especiais. Finalmente chegaste.
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"21 Things I Want In A Lover" Alanis Morissette Do you derive joy when someone else succeeds? Do you not play dirty when engaged in competition? Do you have a big intellectual capacity but know that it alone does not equate wisdom? Do you see everything as an illusion? But enjoy it even though you are not of it? Are you both masculine and feminine? politically aware? And don't believe in capital punishment? These are 21 things that I want in a lover Not necessarily needs but qualities that I prefer Do you derive joy from diving in and seeing that Loving someone can actually feel like freedom? are you funny? la self-deprecating? like adventure? and have many formed opinions? These are 21 things that I want in a lover Not necessarily needs but qualities that I prefer I figure I can describe it since I have a choice in the matter These are 21 things I choose to choose in a lover I'm in no hurry I could wait forever I'm in no rush cuz I like being solo There are no wo...
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"Virginia Wolf in A Room of One's Own had a vision that someday young women would have access to the rich forbidden libraries of the men's colleges, their sunken lawns, their vellum, the claret light. She believed that would give young women a mental freedom that must have seemed all the sweeter from where she imagined it: the wrong side of the beadle's staff that had driven her away from the library because she was female." In: The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf, p. 181.