(…) I am ashamed of my sad mouth of my broken voice and my rough knees; now that you looked at me and came, I found myself poor and I felt naked.(…) ― Gabriela Mistral
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“I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.” ― Henry Miller (Tropic of Cancer (Tropic, #2))
ATLAS OF EMOTIONS
