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Anaïs, Anaïs


”I swim in the sky; I float; my body is full of flowers, flowers with fingers giving me acute, acute caresses, sparks, jewels, quivers of joy, dizziness, such dizziness. Music inside of one, drunkenness. Only closing the eyes and remembering, and the hunger, the hunger for more, more, the great hunger, the voracious hunger, and thirst.”


” I am so thirsty for the marvellous that only the marvellous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvellous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”




125 de ani de Anaïs Nin… de intensitate exteriorizata, pasiune intelectuala si carnala, pagini de non-conformism mai mult sau mai putin cautat.

Desi frecventa mea dintotdeauna este apropiata celei a Margueritei Duras, am avut perioada mea Anaïs Nin – care mi-a mai adaugat cateva straturi de suflet…

Pentru ca aniversarile si comemorarile sunt un soi de imortalitate…