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“Lei si siede nell’angolo del divano. Discreta come se fosse solo di passaggio. Vedendola seduta lì, vicino a me, capisco che da troppo tempo non la guardo. Ho conservato in me anche i minimi dettagli dei suoi tratti. La sua bellezza è sempre stata un mistero per me. Un’entità che non ho mai saputo scomporre. Un tutto, sensuale e femminile, desiderabile e materno, fragile e incrollabile. Più di una volta avrei voluto mangiarla. La sua pelle, la sua carne di mela e il suo sapore zuccherino. Ho scritto il mio primo racconto e l’ho divorata, l’ho inghiottita, senza lasciare niente. Ho posato il suo corpo sulle mie pagine e il libro si è richiuso. Quello che mi aveva impedito di fare dodici anni prima posando la sua mano sulla mia l’avevo fatto alle sue spalle, senza che lei potesse dire niente, senza che potesse farmi ragionare. Oggi che la nostra storia è diventata una storia, che i nostri personaggi vivono in autonomia, è tempo di ritrovarla.”

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