It's just that for now the metamorphosis of myself into myself doesn't make any sense. It's a metamorphosis in which I lose everything I had, and what I had was me – I only have what I am. And now what am I? I am: standing up in the face of a fright. I am: what I saw. I don't understand and I'm afraid to understand, the material of the world scares me, with its planets and cockroaches. Clarice Lispector 😇😇😇
- Brazil Nationality
- São Paulo Location
- 19 years Age
- Português Language
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😁❤️ 07/22/2024