"I am being joyful in this very instant because I refuse to be defeated: so I love. As an answer. Impersonal love, it love, is love: even the love that doesn't work out, even the love that ends."

Água Viva, by Clarice Lispector

Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

― Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

[text ID: I am obscure to myself. I let myself happen. I unfold only in the now. I am rudely alive.]

Nobody taught me to want. But now I want. I remain lying down with eyes open, looking at the ceiling. Inside is the darkness. A pulsating "I" is taking shape.

Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva

“I too am ferociously alive—and I lick my snout like a tiger who has just devoured a deer.”

Água Viva — Clarice Lispector.

Clarisse Lispector, from Água Viva

agua viva by clarice lispector / sawdust and diamonds - joanna newsom

What I'm writing to you is not for reading - it's for being. - Clarice Lispector Agua Viva

Água Viva, by Clarice Lispector

Tonight the moon is full. Through the window the moon covers my bed and turns everything a milky bluish white. The moon is gauche. It’s to your left as you go in. So I escape by closing my eyes. Because the full moon is light insomnia: numb and drowsy like after love. And I had decided to go to sleep so I could dream, I was missing the news that comes in the dream.

Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

I suffocate because I am the word and also its echo.

Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

I don't want something already made but something still being tortuously made.

🌿 Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva

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"Tonight the moon is full. Through the window the moon covers my bed and turns everything a milky bluish white. The moon is gauche. It’s to your left as you go in. So I escape by closing my eyes. Because the full moon is light insomnia: numb and drowsy like after love. And I had decided to go to sleep so I could dream, I was missing the news that comes in the dream."

- Clarice Lispector

chewing on the walls. erezelcore.

Y entonces siento que dentro de poco nos separaremos. Mi verdad asombrada es que siempre he estado sola de ti y no lo sabía. Ahora lo sé: soy sola. Yo y mi libertad que no sé usar. La gran responsabilidad de la soledad. Quien no está perdido no conoce la libertad y no la ama. En cuanto a mí, asumo mi soledad. Que a veces se extasía como ante los fuegos artificiales. Soy sola y tengo que vivir una cierta gloria íntima que en la soledad puede convertirse en dolor. Y el dolor, en silencio. Guardo su nombre en secreto. Necesito secretos para vivir.

Clarice Lispector, Agua viva