hace comprender que vivo, y me recuerda, también,
que sufro.
Sufro un extraño mal que hiere narcotizando;
mal de amores, de incomprendidas grandezas, de
infinitos ideales.
Mal que me incita a vivir en otro corazón, p^ra
descansar de la ruda tarea de sentirme vivir dentro
de mí misma." Therese Willms Montt
If you wonder why the paragraph it's a passage of a book, this afternoon I read a piece of a lovely book written by Teresa Wilms Montt, a Chilean writer of the beginning of the 20th century, the way she wrote her books was amazing, she was a melancolic woman who committed suicide at the age of 28. I just don't know why I'm attracted to suicidal writers, but it's something that I can't describe because in a certain way I identify myself with them, it seems that they are writting for me, I don't know...Well, I know but I can't say the complete truth of my desires.
By the way, I found this picture of me, it was taken last may in a party called Spear Wolf Party vol. 3, by Night Animals, and it was a surprise, I didn't notice that they took me a picture, I like it although I think I look like a Drag queen... hahahahha.
If you want to know more about this party visit their facebook page with the name of Spear Wolf Records.
Eat hamburguers!!
Bianka
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