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“When I opened the bedroom windows and looked out onto the cool, calm garden in the first rays of sunlight, I was certain there was nothing to do but live.” ☀️

‘—that terrible thought: ‘Either I destroy him / he’ll destroy me.’ He was dark-haired—sad—always wearing black—no doubt I liked him. But I justified myself: we must please nature—plant jasmine next to sunflowers—he spoke candidly of his weaknesses: where could I attack—if he knew himself? & suddenly the story splintered—heart cringed—water lilies float on—‘At least let the oven explode at me,’ he answered, smiling.’

‘Honestly, I was just looking for an excuse to like (him)—Little by little—adapting—What could I do, after all? Since I was a little girl I had seen & felt the predominance of men’s ideas over women’s. Mama before she got married, according to Aunt Emília, was a firecracker—w/ thoughts of her own—I was disappointed, it's true. Here is where the actual story begins—My grandmother—loveable—lucid—I awoke—purely animal.’