Truth is, so great, that I wouldn’t like to speak, or sleep, or love.
To feel myself trapped, with no fear of blood, outside time and magic, within your own fear, and your anguish, and within the very beating of your heart.
All this madness if I asked it of you, I know, in your silence, there would be only confusion.
I ask you for violence, in the nonsense, and you, you give me grace, your light and your warmth.
I’d like to paint you, but there are no colors, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love.
To feel myself trapped, with no fear of blood, outside time and magic, within your own fear, and your anguish, and within the very beating of your heart.
All this madness if I asked it of you, I know, in your silence, there would be only confusion.
I ask you for violence, in the nonsense, and you, you give me grace, your light and your warmth.
I’d like to paint you, but there are no colors, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love.
This is strange, Henry. Before, as soon as I came home from all sorts of places I would sit down and write in my journal. Now I want to write you, talk with you. [...]
I love when you say all that happens is good, it is good. I say all that happens is wonderful. For me it is all symphonic., and I am so aroused by living - god, Henry, in you alone I have found the same swelling of enthusiasm, the same quick rising of the blood, the fullness, the the fullness ...
Before, i almost used to think there was something wrong. Everybody else seemed to have the brakes on. [...] I never feel the brakes. I overflow. And when I feel your excitement about life flaring, next to mine, then it makes me dizzy
Anais March 26, 1932
O único transformador, o único alquimista que muda tudo em ouro, é o amor. O único antídoto contra a morte, a idade, a vida vulgar, é o amor.
O único transformador, o único alquimista que muda tudo em ouro, é o amor. O único antídoto contra a morte, a idade, a vida vulgar, é o amor.
The world is unfair, everything is divided in different amounts for each person in the world. And i know that the world is full of love also, but there are some special people who concentrates the most part of the love in the world. You are special dear, you make your world woth love, but you make other people worlds aswell. Im lucky to have you love on mine, cos if depends on me will be always something missing, but not with you. Not with you. Thank you
ReplyDeletete amo ! xxxxxxxxxx
ReplyDeleteuma das mais lindas declarações de amor que já vi.
ReplyDeletesentir sem freios é sentir de verdade.
parabéns pelo blog e continue escrevendo.
gostei do seu espaço ;-)
bjs!
ps: depois pede pro david traduzir ..hehe
HI CAMILE hehe, você é a primeira pessoa que não david ter o privilégio de ver! Brincadeira, eu sou muito tímido para torná-la pública !
ReplyDeleteBeijos !!!