You are still Lucrezia Borgia, my love.
I may not be Narcissus but may I dance with Echo?
We’re Spanish, we embrace. Where’s the scandal in that?
why is it your touch is the only one that soothes me? and you spend a lifetime pulling away from me. i’m tired of that. i’m tired of my husband. i’m tired of life. the only thing that never tires me, is you. will you tell me why. why, why we’re cursed with this feeling that feels so… natural. and good. why when we’re together, god seems to sit in the room with us. and when you’re away, i manage to forget you. and then… one touch of your hand and god comes rushing back.
Whatever it is, it overwhelms…