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Noviembre 10, 2004
There were always in me...
There were always in me, two women at least,
one woman desperate and bewildered,
who felt she was drowning and another who
would leap into a scene, as upon a stage,
conceal her true emotions because they
were weaknesses, helplessness, despair,
and present to the world only a smile,
an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.
AnaIs Nin
Posted by sarita at Noviembre 10, 2004 8:35 PM