He said, I would not want to talk about it now. Not here, we are far, everything from that too, I'll tell you another time, it would be a shame.
She insists she takes a cigarette disgust, with the sun, the silence on the terrace, as if to empty them, palms, water fountains.
He said, we started to not talk about it, because here it does not count, it's beautiful here, we feel good, there's nothing more to say.
She pulls nervously on cigarettes, sunglasses that hide his face, his eyes panicked, she feels his gaze panic. She insists.
He said, look, you see that you've changed. Even physically. People do not recognize you. Your friends do not recognize you. You were not like that when I met you. These
time on the street when we were together, and that your friends do not even stopped because they did not recognize you, they did not realize it was you - and you who edges and the ones who are surprised that you say, but I hardly recognized.
It's as if you were different people, that you were different people, and I can not make the connection between them, to pass from one to another, as fast as you do, that you trade your identity, your body, your desires.
She tears that flow back to his stomach hurt, and dark glasses who flee the light, she drinks too much tea sweet, it still burns, the taste of sugar in his mouth. She said nothing.
He said, I do not know is stifling in the end, it is unbearable. You talk, you say everything all the time, and it does not mean anything anymore, you probably say to everyone, and it is stifling the flow of words, those things you kidding in your words, and which mean nothing, it still needs to talk, and expect no response, say your life as if it was a spectacle - and I do not know, it's as if you had become very superficial. All these clothes, these evenings, these people, this perpetual flight, this need to be loved by all world, suck the love of others, their fascination, their distaste for you, without ever being satisfied. It's unbearable.
He looks at her, she feels that her hard face, his glasses, his eyes, waiting for her to say something, she cries, she gets mad, she gets up and perhaps it back to the hotel, she returned to P. - she said nothing. He probably even more afraid of her silence, she injured her desire to sink into silence until it disappeared.
Her hands shaking, he did not realize it, he can always say it's the cigarette, she smokes long gone - but he will not notice anything.
He said, you see that I could not tell you about it, without your being hurt, I did not want to hurt you, but I do not see otherwise.
All those people who love to hate you so much, all these people who hate you, that you are aloof, conceited, contemptuous, it is not normal you know. It's unbearable.
She crushes his cigarette. He takes her hand, she has a steady hand despite the heat and ice - he is relieved to feel his hand in his, to see that she's abandoned him, he pressed gently.
She removes her glasses and is relieved she has the look clear and calm.
I'm not hurt.
He said, I do not think you would react like that. I'm really relieved. Now everything's fine, everything will be fine. I do not want to spoil this trip. I'm glad to see that this is not the case. I really love you, you know, that's why.
She smiled.
Do not worry, I'm not hurt.
