Overview

This is a book about love. Love stories. No definitions, adjectives or connotations. Love in its simplest and purest existence. How we should be or feel. In a state almost metaphysical, in which it can only be perceived by those who has already experienced it in its deeper spectrum. Love as an intransitive verb. One can and must love. Period. The complement is secondary. Loving is our first feeling while human being. Comes from our most early childhood, with our blood streams and unimaginable constructions; like nature, the sunset, the moon…. These are feelings that give you goose bumps for no reason, wishing without realizing, dreaming with wide open eyes, asking for more. A lot more. From the most remote times to the most recent ones, there are beautiful stories in which love is the main character of plots to make one whole. Loving is not antagonism of suffer. It is raw. Golden. Pure. Difficult to describe or control. Impossible to understand, just to be hooked within. Loving is good. Very good. In “Memories from my closet” series, Danielle Aragao's first adventure into literature, she brings five stories of women who love. Women who love other women. Stories of suffering, achievements, desires, cries, laughter, betrayals, discoveries and overruns. Easier ones. Others more difficult. Stories that look like they could be my life, yours, hers, or anyone else who loves. Because loving is intrinsic to the human being and choosing who you love should be just a mere detail. Along five years, she has heard many confessions, testimonies and outbursts. Some well striking. Others not so outstanding. Altogether, has created a repertoire until she reached the ideal narrative that served as inspiration to write five beautiful fragments of women’s stories that made them come out - “or being pulled” – from their closets, with the sole and exclusive goal of being happy. In that period - between Brazil and the United States, throughout a painful separation and a new chance to start again that culminated in a beautiful wedding – she purged all that repressed feelings in a kind of erupting volcano, transposing in the form of texts that “any form of love is worth”. Each woman has her very own personality and history. Each woman has her speech. Danielle had the care and respect to portray the discovery of their sexuality, with all its highs and lows, always gifting them with a happy ending, in a kind of protection, help for those who needed a push or just a friendly shoulder. For the next pages, I’ll give you an advice: allow yourself. Allow yourself to experience each of these stories as your own. Regardless of gender. With all the fears, frustrations, uncertainties, as well as all surprises and good feelings. Allow yourself only and foremost: to love.