Enciéndeme de Tahereh Mafi
Is it possible to love someone and then stop loving them? I don't think I even know what love is.
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Enciéndeme de Tahereh Mafi
Is it possible to love someone and then stop loving them? I don't think I even know what love is.
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Enciéndeme de Tahereh Mafi
I need air. I need a new brain. I need to jump out of a window and catch a ride with a dragon to a world far form here.
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Enciéndeme de Tahereh Mafi
...and when he finally looks at me again there are stories in his eyes, thoughts and feelings and whispers of things I've never even seen before. Truths he might never bring himself to say; impossible things and unbelievable things and an abundance of feeling I've never thought him capable of.
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Enciéndeme de Tahereh Mafi
My eyes finally adjust to the darkness and I blink, only to find him looking into my eyes like he can see into my soul.
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Enciéndeme de Tahereh Mafi
Las palabras son como semillas, me parece, que se siembran en nuestros corazones a muy temprana edad. Echan raíces en nuestro interior y se acomodan en la profundidad de nuestras almas. |
Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
Life is like a cloud. It comes in a million shapes and sizes and it offers no guarantees, no certainties, no sympathies for the man who told his kid he'd fly a kite today, no consideration for the girl who was sure she'd see the sun today, no promises for the weary world and the wants wants wants of which it has too many today. Life is like that. Sometimes full and fluffy and floating along and sometimes dark and angry and sobbing sobbing sobbing anger and passion and vengeance and retaliation. It's agony It's anguish It's a gift, a lesson a reminder Because only once the storm has passed only once the tears have flooded the rivers and gorged the ground and washed away the dirt the debris the destruction and decay, only then only then will the sun step outside smile to the sky and dare to shine. |
Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
Pick a dandelion and close your eyes make a wish blow it into the wind watch it change the world. |
Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
Sometimes I close my eyes and paint these walls a different color. I imagine I'm wearing warm socks and sitting by a fire. I imagine someone's given me a book to read, a story to take me away from the torture of my own mind. I want to be someone else somewhere else with something else to fill my mind. I want to run, to feel the wind tug at my hair. I want to pretend that this is just a story within a story. |
Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
I can tell she's only halfway here, because her eyes are unfocused and her hands are moving mechanically. She does this a lot. It's like sometimes she just disappears, retreats into a corner of her brain and stays there awhile, thinking about something she'll never talk about.
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Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
These letters are all I have left. 26 friends to tell my stories to. 26 letters are all I need. I can stitch them together to create oceans and ecosystems. I can fit them together to form planets and solar systems. I can use letters to construct skycrapers and metropolitan cities populated by people, places, things, and ideas that are more real to me than these 4 walls. I need nothing but letters to live. Without them I would no exist. Because these words I write down are the only proof I have that I'm still alive. |
Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
Never in my life have I felt this. Nothing like this. I've felt shame and cowardice, weakness and strength. I've known terror and indifference, self-hate and general disgust. I've seen things that cannot be unseen. And yet I've known nothing like this terrible, horrible, paralyzing feeling. I feel crippled. Desperate and out of control. And it keeps getting worse. Every day I feel sick. Empty and somehow aching. Love is a heartless bastard. I'm driving myself insane. |
Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
It's strange being in her head without being able to see her. I feel like she's here, right in front of me. I feel like I now know her so intimately, so privately. I'm safe in the company of her thoughts; I feel welcome, somehow.
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Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
I've wanted few things in this life. I've asked for nothing from no one. And now, all I'm asking for is another chance. An opportunity to see her again. But unless I can find a way, [...], these words will be all I'll ever have of her. These paragraphs and sentences. These letters. |
Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
It's that terrible moment when you're sitting still so still so still because you don't want them to see you cry, you don't want to cry but your lips won't stop trembling and your eyes are filled to the brim with please and I beg you and please and I'm sorry and please and have mercy and maybe this time it'll be different but it's always the same. There's no one to run to for comfort. No one on your side. Light a candle for me, I used to whisper to no one Someone Anyone If you're out there Please tell me you can feel this fire. |
Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
I've come to believe that the most dangerous man in the world is the one who feels no remorse. The one who never apologizes and therefore seeks no forgiveness. Because in the end it is our emotions that make us weak, not our actions.
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Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
I'm trying to focus, telling myself these are just empty words, but I'm lying. Because somehow, just reading these words is too much.
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Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
And I begin to realize that some small part of me doesn't want to wish away the thoughts of her. Some part of me enjoys the torture. This girl is destroying me.
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Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
I can't control a nightmare, but in my waking moments her name is the only reminder I will permit myself.
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Úneme de Tahereh Mafi
She is a soft, deadly creature. Kind and timid and terrifying. She's completely out of control and has no idea what she's capable of. And even though she hates me, I can't help but be fascinated by her. I'm enchanted by her pretend-innocence; jelous, even, of the power she wields so unwittingly. I want so much to be a part of her world. I want to know what it's like to be in her mind, to feel what she feels. It seems a tremendous weight to carry.
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Libérame de Tahereh Mafi
Y pienso en todo lo que no sé acerca de esta gente con la que vivo; en lo poco que me he permitido ser parte de sus vidas. Y sé que quiero cambiar eso.
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¿Cuál es el órgano que trasplantan a Cora?