Torn between doubt and certainty, confident in both letter and dream, she soars through the realms of poetry and literature with wings made of paper.
Clara is the embodiment of feminine contradictions, inked with imagination. She writes herself through others and writes others through herself.
She seeks inner peace sometimes by imposing a truce between the heart and the mind, but more often by breaking it. For the heart recognizes neither truces nor laws.
A woman in her thirties who feels more than she thinks, so she leads her life to rush and take risks in mazes of adventure.
Strives to elevate emotion to the level of reason in pursuit of perfection.
Her Name Was Clara is a novel woven from obsessions about love, dancing, dreaming, and madness.
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