EGO
"Eu não sou promíscua. Mas sou caleidoscópica: fascinam-me as minhas mutações faiscantes
que aqui caleidoscopicamente registro."
(Clarice Lispector)
her eyes...
She knew her eyes would tell everything she couldn't let come out by words. She had mirrors inside her eyes and cinnamon on her lips... kind of a romantic dream on its way to a very distant wonderland.
That's the way she is.
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