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She saw the young man turn around with hope — at that distance the uniform was shining beautifully, lost, his loveliest object. And Lucrécia Neves looked at it disappointed. The street was blinking with darkness and light

A diver’s mask. That precious gem of rusted iron

I open my eyes wide, and it’s no use: I merely see. But the secret, this I neither see nor sense

— Well..

And his eyes filled with tears. I said:

This her, G

Truth is always an interior and inexplicable contact. My truest life is unrecognizable, extremely interior and there is not a single word that defines it

Lídia looked at her and tried to explain to herself what was hovering and lucid on that face. Love certainly did not bind her, even to love

Rage, yes, why not, at the Nouvelle Vague in the cinema? And at the old vague too. Rage at the affinity I feel with certain people, as if I hadn’t enough with just myself

And the created material is religious: it has the weight of the beams of a monastery. Compact, closed like a closed door

Seated, I was consisting. Seated, consisting, I was realizing that if I didn’t call things salty or sweet, sad or happy or painful or even with in-between shades of greater subtlety — that only then would I no longer be transcending and remain in the thing itself.

I, who am stronger than you, can’t ask myself “who am I” without getting lost. And his voice had sounded like that of someone lost. She wasn’t startled when she felt his hand rest on her stomach. The hand was now caressing her legs

As much as Dona Maria Rita had been hoping her daughter would wait on the train platform to give her a little sendoff, it didn’t happen. The train motionless

But that doesn’t keep us from having a deep nearness with joy through that same life. — I can’t! Lóri almost shouted, I can’t, I’m lost. If I try to draw nearer to whatever you’re talking about I’ll be bewildered forever. He didn’t reply, as if she hadn’t spoken

Even those sombre pieces of furniture with their crocheted mats, appeared to be protected by the same secret soon to be revealed, by the same waiting for a child. Lídia's eyes were wide open and shadowless

Then it’s the future, and any hour is your allotted hour. So what’s the harm of moving away from logic? I deal in raw materials

But I feel defenseless before the world that is then open to me. Who? who will accompany me in this solitude whose summit I, if it weren’t for you, Angela, would never reach? Or perhaps I’m wanting to enter the most remote mysteries that while I’m asleep only emerge in dreams.

After listening to her, Otávio had remarked:

Where she stopped almost ready. Looking around stupidly, with the difficulty of thought that her lack of sensuality would bring her

But with no reason to complain. The room had never given any guarantees, never promised any rewards