I waved down a car for her on the street, but before I opened the door to let her in, I reached out and grabbed her, drawing her close to me and kissing her deep inside the mouth. It was one of the most impetuous things I have ever done, a moment of insane, unbridled passion. The cab drove off, and Iris and I continued standing in the middle of the street, wrapped in each other's arms. it was as though we were the first people who had ever kissed, as though we invented the art of kissing together that night. By the next morning, Iris had become my happy ending, the miracle that had fallen down on me when I was least expecting it. We took each other by storm, and nothing has ever been the same for me since.
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Paul Auster: Leviathan.
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I remember when we read that together, your voice seemed to appear when I was re-reading it just now...I feel the same way...Because nothing has ever been the same for me since, the day,in which our eyes meet for the first time.
I send you all my love.
Myriam.
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