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“Você me fez valorizar as coisas simples. Me mostrou que o bem que fazemos aos outros retorna em dobro. Você enxergou uma beleza em mim, que eu nem sabia que eu tinha.”

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“Fabrizio sperava di separarsi da quel gruppo di stronzi e andare via per sempre. Sognava di essere solo lui con Mimì, a fare musica e, finalmente, dare un calcio a quel posto dimenticato da Dio che è l’hinterland di Milano. Invece due anni dopo sono ancora lì, a suonare e sudare, sputando sangue su spartiti di canzoni che non sono mai abbastanza belle, mai abbastanza buone. Non per lui, almeno. Mimì dice che sono spettacolari e lo guarda come se ci credesse davvero, ma Fabrizio sa che è molto probabile sia solo frutto della sua immaginazione. Perché anche se a volte gli sembra che Mimì lo guardi, anche se è sempre accanto a lui quando sono al pub, anche se quando suonano gli va sempre vicino, Fabrizio sa anche che il suo amico ha una fidanzata. Più di una, a dire il vero. Come se fosse possibile il contrario, poi. Più passano gli anni, più Mimì diventa bello. E più passano gli anni, più Fabrizio si innamora di lui.”

“Con volontà rozza, animalesca, ma inflessibile le mie dita, callose e storte dalla zappa, per la prima volta ebbero l'opportunità di esprimere, alle querce secolari, la sensibilità di generazioni e generazioni mai educate alla musica. E attraverso le mie dita l'uomo delle caverne, ancora intatto dentro di me, ma sensibile in tutta la sua umanità, incominciava a raddolcirsi con la musica: a scavare dentro di sé e a scoprire che al di là dei suoi campi il mondo non finiva con l'orizzonte e che la miniera delle sue risorse sconfinava da quel cielo che fino allora conosceva.”

“Man, no wonder Kat left you. You smell, your hair is knotted, and you haven't shaved in how many days? Forget fighting the gallu. One whiff of you would kill them." He looked at Kish as he stood up. "Don't strike a match. The alcohol fumes alone would send him up like a Roman candle." "Shut up," Sin snarled as he got up and grabbed the half-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's off the coffee table. He headed for his bedroom so that he wouldn't have to put up with their nagging anymore. At least that was the plan, but the walls were so thin, he couldn't help but overhear them. "When was the last time he changed those clothes?" Damien asked. "I think it was the last time he bathed ... the day Kat left." Sin heard the sound of glasses clinking together. Damien cursed. "How much shit is he drinking?" "Let me put it to you this way ... I restock the cabinet twice a day now." "Damn, how can he fight the demons and be that wasted?" "I think you were right earlier. He strikes a match and breathes at them. Like a human blowtorch.”

“What tempts you, Pippa?" "I-" She hesitated. "I care a great deal for meringue." He laughed, the sound bigger and bolder than she expected. "It's true." "No doubt you do. But you may have meringue anytime you like." He stood back and indicated that she should enter the carriage. She ignored the silent command, eager to make her point. "Not so. If the cook has not made it, I cannot eat it." A smile played on his lips. "Ever-practical Pippa. If you want it, you can find it. That's my point. Surely, somewhere in London, someone will take pity upon you and satisfy your craving for meringue." Her brow furrowed. "Therefore, I am not tempted by it?" "No. You desire it. But that's not the same thing. Desire is easy. It's as simple as you wish to have meringue, and meringue is procured." He waved a hand toward the interior of the carriage but did not offer to help her up. "In." She ascended another step before turning back. The additional height brought them eye to eye. "I don't understand. What is temptation, then?" "Temptation..." He hesitated, and she found herself leaning forward, eager for this curious, unsettling lesson. "Temptation turns you. It makes you into something you never dreamed, it presses you to give up everything you ever loved, it calls you to sell your soul for one, fleeting moment." The words were low and dark and full of truth, and they hovered in the silence for a long moment, an undeniable invitation. He was close, protecting her from toppling off the block, the heat of him wrapping around her despite the cold. "It makes you ache," he whispered, and she watched the curve of his lips in the darkness. "You'll make any promise, swear any oath. For one... perfect... unsoiled taste." Oh, my. Pippa exhaled, long and reedy, nerves screaming, thoughts muddled. She closed her eyes, swallowed, forced herself back, away from him and the way he... tempted her. Why was he so calm and cool and utterly in control? Why was he not riddled with similar... feelings? He was a very frustrating man. She sighed. "That must be a tremendous meringue." A beat followed the silly, stupid words... words she wished she could take back. How ridiculous. And then he chuckled, teeth flashing in the darkness. "Indeed," he said, the words thicker and more gravelly than before.”