quinta-feira, 1 de maio de 2014
Ter um bicho ambíguo chamado amor
"I’m half afraid of myself. I sometimes feel that no one ever has or ever can share something—It’s the thing that makes you call me like a hill, or a rock. Again, I want everything—love, children, adventure, intimacy, work. (Can you make any sense out of this ramble? I am putting down one thing after another.) So I go from being half in love with you, and wanting you to be with me always, and known everything about me, to the extreme of wildness and aloofness."
[Numa carta de Virginia Woolf a Leonard Woolf]