da morte por afogamento

Say die and I will die. You don’t believe me? Then try, try, say die and watch me die. Die then! Die. I watched her die many times. In many way not in hers. In sunlight, in shadows, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the long afternoons when the house was empty. Only the sun was there to keep us company. We shut him out. And why not? Very soon she was eager for what’s called loving as I was – more lost and drowned afterwards.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre



Areeiro, 6 de Novembro de 2008