To Love Intensely
What in the world is the worth of being smart, being an artist, being someone, when happiness is so simple! It exists more in the plain beings, the simple ones, and therefore your bride before, is maybe worth more than your bride now, despite the verses and everything else. She would not be demanding, I am, very much. I need all the life, all the soul, all thoughts of the man who will have me. I need him to live more from my life than from his own life. I need him to understand me, to guess me. Unless so, I am a creature that forgets with the greatest coldness, with the greatest cruelty. I have already made others suffer so much! I have been so mean! I have hurt others without caring because when I do not like, I'm like the statues which are made of marble and do not feel.
Florbela Espanca, in 'Correspondence (1920)'