Eireeen

“Beijo não se dá nem se recebe. A vida é que beija, recíproca. Repito, mano: a vida é que nos beija, dois seres se resumindo num único infinito.”
― Mia Couto, Estórias Abensonhadas

“Something broke in me and left me with a nerve split in two. In the beginning the extremities linked to the cut hurt me so badly that I paled in pain and perplexity. However the split places gradually scarred over. Until coldly, I no longer hurt. I changed, without planning to. I used to look at you from my inside outward and from the inside of you, which because of love, I could guess. After the scarring I started to look at you from the outside in. And also to see myself from the outside in: I had transformed myself into a heap of facts and actions whose only root was in the domain of logic. At first I couldn't associate me with myself. Where am I? I wondered. And the one who answered was a stranger who told me coldly and categorically: you are yourself.”
― Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

“Por que não escreveste nunca? Não é de te ler que mais tenho saudade. É o som da faca rasgando o envelope que trazia a tua carta. E sentir, de novo, uma caricia na alma, como se algures estivessem golpeando um cordão umbilical”
― Mia Couto, Jesusalém

“I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet