Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.
Paolo GiordanoTag: love breaking-up breakup break-up breakups break-ups
Ci si può ammalare anche solo di un ricordo, e lei era ammalata.
Paolo GiordanoIf we couldn't see anything outside the car, if we didn't know we were moving, there would be no way of telling whether it was the raindrops' fault or our own.
Paolo GiordanoNumbers are everywhere," said Denis. "They're always the same, aren't they?"
"Yes."
"But Alice is only here."
"Yes."
"So you've already made up your mind.
Cuando estaba con ella sentía que valía la pena hacer todas esas cosas normales que hacen las personas normales.
Mattia pensó que nada bueno había en tener una cabeza como la suya, que con ganas se la habría arrancado y sustituido por otra, incluso por una caja de galletas siempre que estuviera vacía y fuera ligera. Quiso contestar que sentirse especial era una jaula, lo peor que podía pasarle a uno, pero se abstuvo.
Estaban unidos por un hilo invisible, oculto entre mil cosas de poca importancia, que sólo podía existir entre dos personas como ellos: dos soledades que se reconocían.
No lo había elegido entre nadie; no había pensado en nadie más.
In the end it happens, in some way you couldn't imagine before.
Paolo GiordanoPrime numbers are divisible only by 1 and by themselves. They hold their place in the infinite series of natural numbers, squashed, like all numbers, between two others, but one step further than the rest. They are suspicious, solitary numbers, which is why Mattia thought they were wonderful. Sometimes he thought that they had ended up in that sequence by mistake, that they'd been trapped, like pearls strung on a necklace. Other times he suspected that they too would have preferred to be like all others, just ordinary numbers, but for some reason they couldn't do it. This second thought struck him mostly at night, in the chaotic interweaving of images that comes before sleep, when the mind is too weak to tell itself lies.
Paolo GiordanoTag: solitude conformity lonliness numbers
Mattia thought that he and Alice were like that, twin primes, alone and lost, close but not close enough to really touch each other.
Paolo Giordano...finally her hands, so light, holding his head still and catching all his thoughts and imprisoning them there, in the space that no longer existed between them.
Paolo GiordanoMattia's voice no longer stirred anything in his stomach, but he was aware of the idea of him and always would be, as the only true benchmark for everything that had come afterward.
Paolo GiordanoTag: future breakup lovers-sadness
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