Her affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess’s being; it enveloped her as a photosphere, irradiated her into forgetfulness of her past sorrows, keeping back the gloomy spectres that would persist in their attempts to touch her—doubt, fear, moodiness, care, shame. She knew that they were waiting like wolves just outside the circumscribing light, but she had long spells of power to keep them in hungry subjection there.
Wow,¡impresionante!
Por cierto, Natassja Kinski es de las mujeres más guapas que he visto… ¿La has visto en "París,Texas"de Wim Wenders? La peli me encantó.
Sigo en Pamplona. Ya ves, después de tanto quejarme, ahora no puedo irme.
Un beso,
Mary.
claro, es una de las más grandes pelis que he visto
inolvidable