Pero no acepto que me toleren. Eso hiere mi amor por el amor y por la libertad.
Jean Cocteau.
Pero no acepto que me toleren. Eso hiere mi amor por el amor y por la libertad.
Pero no acepto que me toleren. Eso hiere mi amor por el amor y por la libertad. -Jean Cocteau.
It is a restless moment. She has kept her head lowered…to give him a chance to come closer. But he could not, for lack of courage. She turns and walks away.
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Virgina Woolf’s suicide letter to her husband, 1941.
Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of...