Today, when I saw you, I realized that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion.

When you have a healthy appetite there is no such thing as bad bread.

He is ugly and sad, but he is all love.

The rain would not have bothered Fernanda, after all, her whole life had been spent as if it were raining.

He said that love was an emotion contra natura that condemned two strangers to a base and unhealthy dependence, and the more intense it was, the more ephemeral.

One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.

but he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.