Anna

“The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll

“I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself.”
― Anaïs Nin, Under a Glass Bell

“Le amaba como amamos sistemáticamente aquello que se nos escapa.”
― Delphine Bertholon, Nunca olvides que te quiero