She spent night after night, year after year, watching her belly rise and fall in tandem with her thoughts. A Louca de Serrano (1998)
Some feelings were eternal while others had a fixed lifespan, enough time to be experienced then cast aside. (Chapter 19) A Louca de Serrano (1998)
She marvelled at the power of dreams, the way they were only really there if you gave them shape. (Chapter 16) A Louca de Serrano (1998)
He was doubtless being naïve, but poets have to believe in their dreams. (Chapter 6) A Louca de Serrano (1998)