quarta-feira, agosto 03, 2016

Nova hóspede

Tenho uma hóspede nove. E escreve.

"Portuguese has a color that English doesn't. It isn't blue and it isn't purple, but somewhere near them both. It isn't lavender or violet or lilac or periwinkle. It is the color of the flowers of the jacarandá tree in the light of the morning. It is roxo. It is love."