Autores:
  • Look at that ugly dead mask here and do not forget it. It is a chalk mask with dead dry poison behind it, like the death angel. It is what I was this fall, and what I never want to be again. The pouting disconsolate mouth, the flat, bored, numb, expressionless eyes: symptoms of the foul decay within.

    Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.155, Anchor