Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2, Chopin

Octavio Paz, from ‘Between what I see and what I say…’, A Tree Within (trans. Eliot Weinberger)

Entre nossos corações sempre pontes. nunca muros.

Dear Dawsey, Amelia, Isola, Eben, Eli and Kit, please forgive me. That’s first. I hope you will forgive me breaking the promise I made not to write about your Society. We had a trust I am profoundly sorry to have betrayed. Secondly, know that this manuscript is yours alone to do with what you will. I will not publish it. That’s not why I wrote it. “Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, seeking to find the old familiar faces,” Charles Lamb wrote. Without knowing it, I feel I have been searching for the old familiar faces for many years now, and can’t quite account for why I recognise these as yours. But I do. Do you suppose it’s possible for us to already belong to someone before we’ve met them? If so, I belong to you, or you to me, or me simply to the spirit I found among you on Guernsey. That is as good a definition of family as any I know. Thank you for sharing the story of your family with me. And for sharing Elizabeth. Though I did not get to meet her myself, I feel keenly how her life has changed the arc of my own forever, in ways I am only just beginning to discover. I wish you all peace, and hope that if books do have the power to bring people together, this one may work its magic. 

                                                                                            Love, Juliet

hoje foi um dia importante.

importante demais.

e sou tão grata, por tudo

tudo!

If only….

I wish I could unwatch movies and unread books so that I could enjoy them again like the first time. 🌙

I was supposed to read tonight, but it ended up me listening to classical and on tumblr.

Throwback. The better I get the worse I feel I am. 

você ta ai viva sendo a melhor versão que a vida te permite ser e se por acaso estiver sendo mais um dia ruim aguenta firme você consegue!

feelings