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When he was finished, he walked up to her and remained quiet, feeling awkward. With his hands in his pockets, he shifted quickly from side to side, eyeing her with those Gypsy eyes, with a defenseless seriousness on his face, similar to abandonment. “I love you,” he said softy. And then she observed him, silent and reflective, as if she were working out an idea in her head that was too complex. I hope something will suddenly happen that can save us, she thought. I hope we’ll never have the time to betray one another. I hope we’ll remain untouched by tedium, or lies, or deception. I hope I can learn to love you without hurting you. I hope habit doesn’t cause us to deteriorate, little by little, comfortably, as with happy couples. I hope we’ll never lack the courage to start again … But because she didn’t know how in hell to express all those real and confusing and loyal and contradictory feelings that passed like flashes through her head, she limited herself to giving him a strong hug and she kissed him slowly, opening his lips, searching for his tongue deep inside, with her eyes half-shut and her nostrils quivering, stroking his disheveled hair, while he allowed himself to be delicate and sullen and the sunlight filtered in through the large window of the Marques Heredia’s old manor, and on the radio someone sang an old copla: “Not with you, nor without you, do my ills have a remedy, with you because you kill me, without you because I’ll die.”