Al bij de eerste kus had ze er rekening mee gehouden dat de liefde zou kunnen vervliegen: de vlinders blijven niet fladderen in je buik. Vroeg of laat komen ze tot rust en vormen zich tot bloemen in de tuin van je hart; of ze worden mest voor andere vleugels, andere hartkloppingen, andere kriebels in je buik.

-Federica Brunini

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