I am so happy dressed as bride!, I remember having said to mum, and it’s funny because it seems like it was the very last thing I told her. However, I am positive that it wasn’t, as we fortunately shared her presence for many years after that, but that sentence had texture, taste, melody, and therefore all the others which followed sounded insipid, and sometimes I feel that, were I allowed to get inside the dress once more, the soul of words would come back, like a late arrival of spring.

(translated from A menina de véu. Rio de Janeiro: Rocco, 2014. p. 41-42)