Me sucede a veces que estoy harta de mi misma, de este rostro de querubín barroco de tez rosada y caireles.

Me sucede a veces que esta aureola vfirginal se convierte en lastre y me hace sentir encadenada a ella.

Me desespera estar llena de cursilería y de la creencia de que toda la gente es buena. Estoy harta de esta ingenuidad que me hace sentir estúpida. Si tan siquiera no pareciera un personaje de Peter Paul Rubens de cabello claro y rizado, tez blanca y formas redondas. Si tan siquiera pudiera ser menos ingenua.

I want you to hear me but is best if I hear myserlf...

"Perhaps there is a language which is not made from words and everthing in th world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everthing and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul"

Hodson, Frances
"A Little Princess"
p. 141

Almost being a fairy

"There is nothing so nice as supposing.

It's almost like being a fairy.

If you suppose anything hard enough

it seems as if it were real"*

*Hodson, Frances.

"A Little princess".

Harper Festival.

Charming Classics.

1999.

p.92