❝ it was like the words had been ready to spill at any minute and this moment, with the cherry laced smoke from the new cigarette, and the fresh sweetgrass on the breeze from the school field, the coolness of the Formica tiles on her thighs, and the wedding chimes on the wind-was a union of many unsaid things, a gathering of minds and souls that felt the deep ache she did, that yearned for just a little more, for something vivid and gorgeous-for something written in wishes in their diaries, something prayed for, knelt by their beds on a warm evening, something they dreamt about in panicked flushes on hot and sticky nights❞ After each promising something important at a mossy altar in a forest clearing, three disillusioned teenage girls give themselves the summer to fulfil their greatest desires. But when things start to take a darker turn, the girls have to grapple with a strange new reality-one that holds more power than they know.

Suzanne led me over to the gap, that pale opaque liquid seeping into my skin-honey, I realised. she leaned in close, voice warm and soft, the scent of aniseed on her breath. you can be anyone you want, she whispered. I closed my eyes. who are you gonna be?

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coletânea de escritos feitos durante uma viagem ao limbo.

fragmentos de los diarios de Alejandra Pizarnik

"Sé, de una manera visionaria, que moriré de poesía. Es una sensación que no comprendo perfectamente; es algo vago, lejano, pero lo sé y lo aseguro" Poesías completas de Alejandra Pizarnik. Capítulos cortos. Es conveniente leer sin internet para evitar anuncios.