quinta-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2010

Bela Sylvia, vai lá à tua vida !

"And then, bitterly, i say: do I love Richard? Or do I use him as an excuse for a noble, lonely, unloving posture, under the perverse label of faith? Using him so, would I want him on the scene, thin, nervous, little, moody, sickly? Or would I rather cherish the strong mind and soul and blazing potency alone, refines from the marring details of the real world? Coward."