8 de Fevereiro de 2009

"She said to herself: when once the onslaught of ungliness became completely unbearable, she would go to a florist and buy a forget-me-not, a single forget-me-not, a slender stalk with miniature blue flowers. She would go out into the street holding the flowers before her eyes, staring at it tenaciously so as to see only that single blue point, to see it as the last thing she wanted to preserve for herself from a world she had ceased to love." Milan Kundera