O MAR M' ARREBATOU (P.13)

THE ONLY JOY HE GAVE HER WAS THE KNOWLEDGE THAT SHE WAS NEEDED. HE PROBABLY DID NOT LOVE HER. LOVE, EVEN HATRED, DID NOT HAVE THIS CLOSED FACE. BUT WAS ITS FACE? THEY MADE LOVE AT NIGHT, WITHOUT SEEING EACH OTHER, GROPING IN THE DARK. WAS THERE A LOVE OTHER THAN ONE IN DARKNESS, A LOVE THAT WOULD CRY OUT IN BROAD DAYLIGHT?

EM FRANCÊS, OU PORTUGUÊS, QUE É COMO AS CONSTRUÇÕES FICAM MAIS BONITAS, AS VOLUTAS MAIS ATAVIADAS, NÃO ENCONTRO LIVRO. TEM DE SER ASSIM. CORROMPIDO, MESMO. ESSA SECURA.