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"De alguns dias para cá, ando muito cansada.
À tardinha, quando volto para casa, sequer tenho vontade de comer. Parece-me ter chegado a um ponto em que é necessário passar minha vida a limpo, como quem arruma uma gaveta na qual, por muito tempo, tudo foi sendo jogado de qualquer jeito."

Because when I write in this notebook I feel I’m committing a serious sin, a sacrilege: it’s as if I were talking to the devil.

I wanted to be alone, to write; and those who want to be enveloped in their own solitude, in a family, always carry in themselves the seed of sin.

“Love takes too much time. Because, in reality, love doesn’t exist. You have to invent it every day, every moment, and then always keep up with your own invention.”

It’s sad to have given so much of oneself to one’s children to reach the conclusion that the only people they don’t trust is us.

Only Michele’s letters are still alive, and yet addressed to a woman who doesn’t resemble me, in whom I don’t recognize myself.