Ana

“A husband might be nothing but a bottomless pit of entitlement. You can throw all your love and energy and attention down into it and the hole will never fill. ”
― Sarah Manguso, Liars

“If birth was being thrown energetically up into the air, we aged as we rose. At the height of our ascent we were middle-aged and then we fell for the rest of our lives, the whole second half. Falling might take just as long, but it was nothing like rising. The whole time you were rising you could not imagine what came next in your particular, unique journey; you could not see around the corner. Whereas falling ended the same way for everyone.”
― Miranda July, All Fours

“But dying alone, cradled by the universe, continuous with the rest of its energy, wasn’t something I dreaded anymore. Worse things had already happened.”
― Sarah Manguso, Liars

“Aflição de ser eu e não ser outra.
Aflição de não ser, amor, aquela
Que muitas filhas te deu, casou donzela
E à noite se prepara e se adivinha
Objeto de amor, atenta e bela.

Aflição de não ser a grande ilha
Que te retém e não te desespera.
(A noite como fera se avizinha)

Aflição de ser água em meio à terra
E ter a face conturbada e móvel.
E a um só tempo múltipla e imóvel

Não saber se se ausenta ou se te espera.
Aflição de te amar, se te comove.
E sendo água, amor, querer ser terra.”
― Hilda Hilst, Da Poesia