sexta-feira, 1 de março de 2013

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There's no greater pain than the one when you don't want to open your eyes to face another day, making a tremendous effort to oblige your body to move. You have no will, no power over yourself as if you are being controlled like a puppet. You turn into an empty being. You turn into a whole in the middle of the world. You turn into nothing. When that moment comes, your soul is taken from you as you are wrapped up in a thick, dark bubble where the light fades away and away... But suddenly, another moment may come, a moment that only fate will decide either to offer it or not. If you are lucky, you'll se a ray of subtle light coming into the bubble and into you, getting lighter as it comes closer. As the time goes by, you'll be able to see through the bubble as it wides in lucidity. And maybe someday, if you are determined to catch that sigh of luck, the darkness will come to an end and the bubble will shatter. Then, you'll be free once more. Free to dream. Free to live.

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Jeferson Cardoso disse...

Também sou um ‘refém das letras’. O universo literário é ideal, agrada de gregos a troianos! [sorrio]
Atualmente estou lendo ‘Ilusões Perdidas’, Honoré de Balzac.
http://jefhcardoso.blogspot.com lhe convida e espera para ler e comentar “O último choro”, a despedida de Chorão. Abraço.

Vc disse...

Olá :) Fico muito contente por visitar o Refém das Letras, um espaço dedicado a todos os leitores que amem o universo literário.
Não conhecia o seu blogue, mas vou passar a seguir! Continue a escrever!
Obrigado e boas leituras!

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