quarta-feira, 21 de setembro de 2011

Jamaica Kincaid: My mother

“[...] and as we talked, our voices became one voice, and we were in complete union in every other way. What peace came over me then, for I could not see where she left off and I began, or where I left off and she began…”

Jamaica Kincaid

This Excerpt is of short story: My mother, p.76

®Naiana Freitas, 21 de setembro de 2011.

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