M'agrada l'oficina de la Mònica.
M'agrada l'amanida feta amb una mica de carinyo.
M'agrada que sigui l'hora del cafè.
M'agrada estar a tretze graus al sol.
M'agrada celebrar el dia d'avui.
Nevertheless, life is pleasant, life is tolerable. Tuesday follows Monday; then comes Wednesday. The mind grows rings; the identity becomes robust; pain is absorbed in growth. Opening and shutting, shutting and opening, with an increasing hum and sturdiness, the haste and the fever of youth are drawn into service until the whole being seems to expand in and out like the mainspring of a clock. How fast the stream flows from January to December! We are swept on by the torrent of things grown so familiar that they cast no shadow. We float, we float…
The Waves, Virginia Woolf
[Harcourt, 1978]
3 comentaris:
i compartir-ne un bocinet...
A mi m'agrada anar a dinar amb tu els divendres.
m'agraden les paraules que ens regales...
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