[Their love] had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent..

Even though he was afraid to admit it, when he was with her it seemed it was worth doing all those normal things that normal people do..

They lived the slow and invisible interpenetration of their universes, like two stars gravitating around a common axis, in ever tighter orbits, whose….

All opening moves were the same, like in chess. You don't have to come up with anything new, there's no point, because you're both after the same thi….

People took what they wanted, they clutched at coincidences, the few there were, and made a life from them. . . . Choices are made in brief seconds a….

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates..

In the end it happens, in some way you couldn't imagine before..

In fact, they didn't talk much at all, but they spent time together, each in his own abyss, held safe and tight by the other's silence..

She was tired, with that tiredness that only emptiness brings..

All Mattia saw was a shadow moving toward him. He instinctively closed his eyes and then felt Alice’s hot mouth on his, her tears on his cheek, or ma….

The scene was set. All that was required was an action, a cold start, instant and brutal as beginnings always are..

Twin primes: pairs of prime numbers that are close to each other, almost neighbors, but between them there is always an even number that prevents the….

Separating them were two layers of brick, a few inches of plaster, and nine years of silence..

Mattia was right: the days had slipped over her skin like a solvent, one after the other, each removing a very thin layer of pigment from her tattoo,….

With a little effort, she could get up by herself.

Do you really like studying?" Mattia nodded. "Why?" "It's the only thing I know how to do," he said shortly. He wanted to tell her that he liked stud….

Mattia thought that he and Alice were like that, twin primes, alone and lost, close but not close enough to really touch each other..

but his eyes were too dark for her to make out any spark in them.

She emptied herself of Fabio and of herself, of all the useless efforts she had made to get where she was and find nothing there. With detached curio….

Why did you choose to stay here?" (...) "I don't know," he said. "It's as if there's more oxygen here..

You'll get used to it. In the end you won't even notice it anymore," he said. "How is that possible? It will always be there, right before my eyes." ….