I wanted each and every one of them,
but choosing one meant losing all the rest,
and, as I sat there, unable to decide,
the figs began to wrinkle and go black,
and, one by one, they plopped to the ground
at my feet.
_Sylvia Plath
soltam-se as águas numa exaltação de.mente
_Gabriela Rocha Martins