Ao olhar para os olhos meio perdidos, que contavam aquelas histórias rocambolescas, eu percebi que era novo. Que a minha pele ainda era macia, a minha sujidade nova. Eu ainda esperava. Ainda olhava para as coisas com expectativa, com a ideia de que a mudança, mesmo em meio à grande dormência e cansaço em que eram mergulhados todos os meus dias, ainda seria possível, senão mesmo devida. Essa percepção acordou-me o medo e a tristeza, os quais, outrora fornos calcinados, ardiam agora em chama considerável.
ESTAÇÕES DIFERENTES
"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear."
Stephen King - "Different Seasons"
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Stephen King - "Different Seasons"
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Os Novos....
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