13 de outubro de 2006


As birds, all my thinkings flew away. So, here is a quotation that mingles with my own thoughts.

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations." ( Anais Nin)

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