quando alguém põe em palavras o que sentimos...

"having a coke whit you is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayone or being sick to my stomach (...) partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better St. Sebastian, partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt (...) in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them I look at you and i would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world (...)"

Belíssimo.