Agua Viva

I am alone and must live a certain intimate glory that in solitude can become pain. And the pain, silence. I keep its name secret. I need secrets in order to live. Clarice Lispector transports us to a place where the sun never stops to shine, where you can hear the birds and smell the sea salt. It is a mix of her intuitive writing & poetry - where you get lost with her words and in a world, your deepest memories awaken back to life- It is beautifully written and Ive caught myself underlining a lot of her words as they resonated something in me. It sometimes felt almost intimate to read her thoughts. I plunge into the almost pain of an intense happiness and to adorn me leaves and branches spring up in my hair.