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sexta-feira, setembro 19, 2003
Indo contra as boas indicaçőes da minha irmă (que entende muito bem dessas coisas), resolvi ler Sylvia Plath. The Bell Jar. Livro sobre sua primeira tentativa de suicídio, e sua temporada no hospício, depois de sua recuperaçăo. Entendi porque minha irmă foi contra. Me afoguei no livro. Achei que năo seria possível sair dali nunca mais. Entrei no seu universo inteiramente.
Ela se matou aos 30 anos, em 1963. Mad Girl's Love Song I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.) Bruna 12:07 PM
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