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Táliacompartió una citahace 2 años
We believe that we can always return to that secret moment of ours, that we can draw on the right words; but it isn’t true that we can always go back there, often our return there is false; we make our eyes glow with a false light, we pretend to be caring and warm towards our neighbour and we are in fact once more shrunken and hunched up in the icy darkness of our heart. Human relationships have to be rediscovered and reinvented every day.
Sandra Sánchezcompartió una citahace 2 años
Others made me a slave but I must squeeze the slave out of myself, drop by drop.
ltcn4321compartió una citahace 2 años
my mother could not identify in another woman responses to a husband or a lover that duplicated her own, it wasn’t love. And love, she said, was everything.
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