Roseena Veronika Hussain

‘But I noticed a first rumble like that of a heart beating beneath the earth. I quietly put my ear to the ground and heard summer forcing its way in and my heart beating beneath the earth. I quietly put my ear to the ground and heard summer forcing its way in and my heart beneath the earth – “nothing! I said nothing!” – and I felt the patient brutality with which the closed earth was opening inside in birth, and I knew with what weight of sweetness the summer was ripening a hundred thousand oranges and I knew that the oranges were mine. Because that is what I wanted.’

– Clarice Lispector, Água Viva