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“Only a few people chosen by the inevitability of chance have tasted the aloof and delicate freedom of life. It’s like knowing how to arrange flowers in a vase: almost useless knowledge. That fleeting freedom of life must never be forgotten: it should be present like a fragrance.”

Quote by Clarice Lispector

Work

Água Viva

Água Viva is a philosophical novel that delves into the complexities of human existence, focusing on the concepts of identity and memory. The story is set in Brazil and follows the protagonist's journey through their past and present, reflecting on their own experiences and the broader human condition. more

Author

Clarice Lispector
Clarice Lispector

Clarice Lispector was a renowned Brazilian writer, born on December 10, 1920, to a Ukrainian immigrant family, and passed away on December 9, 1977. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and profound philosophical insights, and she is considered one of the greatest Brazilian writers of the 20th century. more

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