Cowardice is lukewarm

She wanted even more: to be reborn always, to sever everything that she had learned, that she had seen, and inaugurate herself in new terrain where every tiny act had a meaning, where the air was breathed as if for the first time.

life?—I try to push away everything that is a life form. I try to isolate myself in order to find life in itself. However I have relied too much on the game that distracts and consoles and when I pull away from it, I find myself brusquely forsaken.

“The personality that ignores itself fulfils itself more completely.” True or false? But in a way she had avenged herself by casting her cold, intelligent thoughts over that woman swollen with life.

In them I sense the secret, the twinkling is the impassive mystery I hear flowing inside me, crying in broad, desperate, romantic notes. Dear God, at least allow me to communicate with them, satisfy my desire to kiss them. To feel their light on my lips, feel it glow inside my body, leaving it sparkling and transparent, cool and moist like the

Joana tried to analyze them, feeling that in this manner she would destroy them.

That she had put away her smile like one who has finally turned off the lamp and decided to go to bed. Now no living thing was allowed in her inner self, merging into it. The way she related to people was becoming increasingly different to the way she related to herself.

Only he who is afraid of shooting everyone keeps his guns under lock and key.”

her thoughts running parallel to the words.