Le Feu Follet (1963) Dir. Louis Malle

Minha avó dizia: para ser feliz, a gente não precisa sair do lugar, a gente tem que ser o lugar.

Fabrício Carpinejar. (via controlaria)

“Your unforgettable name. Deep in my heart, your name is engraved and I long for you. You set fire to my heart. In my heart, you ignited the inextinguishable flame of love. Before your name can be forgotten, I long for you again. Oh, even at the moment of death, I shall call out your name. Even as I am living, my heart longs for you. Until the moment of death, I will long for you. You set fire to my heart. In my heart, you ignited the inextinguishable flame of love, Sim-deok.”

Dear Dawsey, Amelia, Isola, Eben, Eli and Kit, please forgive me. That’s first. I hope you will forgive me breaking the promise I made not to write about your Society. We had a trust I am profoundly sorry to have betrayed. Secondly, know that this manuscript is yours alone to do with what you will. I will not publish it. That’s not why I wrote it. “Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, seeking to find the old familiar faces,” Charles Lamb wrote. Without knowing it, I feel I have been searching for the old familiar faces for many years now, and can’t quite account for why I recognise these as yours. But I do. Do you suppose it’s possible for us to already belong to someone before we’ve met them? If so, I belong to you, or you to me, or me simply to the spirit I found among you on Guernsey. That is as good a definition of family as any I know. Thank you for sharing the story of your family with me. And for sharing Elizabeth. Though I did not get to meet her myself, I feel keenly how her life has changed the arc of my own forever, in ways I am only just beginning to discover. I wish you all peace, and hope that if books do have the power to bring people together, this one may work its magic. 

                                                                                            Love, Juliet

sua alma quer voar por liberdade ou desespero? 

volta pra comemorar essa vida tão bonita

você merecia tanto mais.

Vamos lá, só dessa vez, que seja mais que minha imaginação.

Acordei naqueles dias que a solidão me parece mais atraente. Aqueles dias onde o silêncio me parece amigo.

(Fragmentora)

Introspectiva

Procurei refúgio me escondendo, em mim. 

Na minha confusão eu me ajeito.

— L.

Sou um grão de nada. No meio de um mundo de possibilidades.

(Fragmentora)