The day the darkness hard apart and plaster white; i picked up a handful of silence, i know what lies are for. He came into my life, bright hair, shoe-brown, old school, wiped my lips with a kiss; like corpuscles in a handbag. My many blank faces are hooked to a wall of memories, stolen […]
via ꀘ꒐ꇙꇙ ꂵꏂ ꆰ꒤꒐꓄ꏂ ꒐ꋊꇙꋬꋊꏂ — Lance Sheridan
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Escritora, viajante quase intrépida, mãe do Jake (um lhasa temperamental), professora de inglês, tradutora, assistente de viagem e uma defensora voraz da viagem solo. Nas palavras da nômade Isabelle permanecerei nômade por toda minha vida: "And I shall stay a nomad all my life, in love with changing horizons, unexplored, far away places, for any voyage even to the most crowed and well-travelled countries, or the most familiar places is an exploration" : The Nomad: the diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt.
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