I know what I do not want

Olá pessoal!!
Pois é, já não actualizava isto há algum tempo... tenho andado ausente deste blog, eu sei! Desculpem-me os leitores mais assíduos. Prometo tentar não repetir ausências tão prolongadas! Sim, porque eu posso demorar, mas volto sempre. Se há algo que não quero é deixar de me partilhar com quem também se dá, com quem também se revela e divide comigo. Beijos a todos e a cada um de vocês... sal da minha alma!
Deixo-vos com uma estória, pequena no tamanho, gigante no conteúdo.
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A girl sat sorting strawberries. They were all hers, a gift. She picked one up. "Too small", she said, and threw it away. "Too bruised." "Too ripe," "Too green." "Too sour," throwing them all away. The girl was very hungry, so hungry she did not want to settle for things she knew did not want, for that would make her more unhappy with disapointment. "Fine, a litle hunger. I know what I do not want." She sorted the berries for hours, disdainfully rejecting each one. She grew tired and the sun grew low. "I know what I do not want," she said, "and I will not be happy with it." This she knew above all else. If everything changed she would still be sure of that. She kept on peering at each strawberry, face pinched in hunger, and tossed them to the side. She knew what she did not want. And the sun set behind orange and apple and peach and lime, and pineapple and kumquat and banana and tangerine, and gooseberry and plastic, and breadfruit trees."

Tortoise

(no álbum it's all around you)