Octavio Paz, From ‘Between What I See And What I Say…’, A Tree Within (trans. Eliot Weinberger)

Seus olhos são de quem carrega constelações inteiras alma a dentro.

Seu olhar releva sua alma  (via atemporalizar)

“Dormir faz bem, principalmente quando você não está nada bem.”

— Pedricovi. 

“Mergulhe no que te dá vontade. Que a vida não espera por você.”

— Caio Fernando Abreu.  

Dear Dawsey, Amelia, Isola, Eben, Eli and Kit, please forgive me. That’s first. I hope you will forgive me breaking the promise I made not to write about your Society. We had a trust I am profoundly sorry to have betrayed. Secondly, know that this manuscript is yours alone to do with what you will. I will not publish it. That’s not why I wrote it. “Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, seeking to find the old familiar faces,” Charles Lamb wrote. Without knowing it, I feel I have been searching for the old familiar faces for many years now, and can’t quite account for why I recognise these as yours. But I do. Do you suppose it’s possible for us to already belong to someone before we’ve met them? If so, I belong to you, or you to me, or me simply to the spirit I found among you on Guernsey. That is as good a definition of family as any I know. Thank you for sharing the story of your family with me. And for sharing Elizabeth. Though I did not get to meet her myself, I feel keenly how her life has changed the arc of my own forever, in ways I am only just beginning to discover. I wish you all peace, and hope that if books do have the power to bring people together, this one may work its magic. 

                                                                                            Love, Juliet

sua alma quer voar por liberdade ou desespero? 

“You know who’s gonna give you everything? Yourself.”

— Diane Von Furstenberg (via naturaekos)

e mais um ano se passou...

queria que estivesse aqui, vó.

“My mother when she was a tank instructor in 1984″

Diga a eles que

apesar das pedras de tropeços do cinza estar engolindo o verde da cidade, da baixa umidade e de uma terra tão de ninguém.. no peito eu ainda cultivo os campos de girassóis que Van Gogh ousou retratar. [Esperança é como eu costumo chamar.]

Nanda Marques.

“Qualquer dia eu enlouqueço de tanto pensar.”

— Bianca Siqueira, palavriadoraes.