did not want to consider the possibility of describing it physically, because, on paper powerless to bring the sweetness of her features, would not have done justice, threatening to make it appear, even in his eyes, as it was really different.
He would not say face to face what she thought of her. It would have been deceived by the redness of his face and the stealth of his eyes, that might frighten him, ordered him to stop, forgetting to listen to the silent wishes of his infinite ego that's begging to continue. He could
to surprise him, maybe because they are the very people closest to us that most surprise us. The thing that upset him every time he stopped to talk, even for a few moments with her was her deep dichotomy. He was able to complete itself because it contained within itself the denial of itself. He was very shy and reserved, but when he loved, even for a few seconds, the depth of the speeches came into contact with its real essence. He had infinite respect for herself, but still can hate each other, managed to disgust for his behavior while andandone fair, she could feel sorry for his actions, but continued with the audacity of one who has repented.
He was able to embody the duality in one form, but was hated suffer a macabre taste in the suffering itself. He kept closed if things did not even know to contain, often, in speaking of the most trivial things, it was amazing how these things could come to the surface. Maybe he was afraid of herself as he was afraid of himself, or perhaps fear quell'insana was an integral part of its duality, an essential part of her very being.
He could not go further in describing the fear of even minimally alter the essence of her very disturbed him, as one who tries to copy a picture, does not care about the aesthetics of painting itself, but to maintain , albeit inelegant, the deeper meaning framework.
He paused a little 'in this strange duality that upset him so much.
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