sexta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2009

Liberty

"[...] last night during a concert I felt like Mary Rose in Barrie’s play, who hears music while visiting an island, walks away and disappears for twenty years. I felt that I could walk out of my house like a somnambulist, forgetting utterly all my connections and go forth into a new life. Each day there are more demands from me that deprive me of the liberty I need, Hugo growing demands of my body, Allendy’s demands on the noblest in me, Henry’s love, which makes me a submissive and faithful wife — all this, against the adventure I must constantly renounce and sublimate. When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself".

Anaïs Nin (1903-1977) Henry and June

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