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“After all the confession, after how much he cried on my shoulders and in my arms, he fell asleep with his head on my chest, his hands embracing my belly, as if he wanted to measure it, with his whole body between my open and bent legs, in a position of support and strength, like a woman ready to expel the fetus. That’s how he fell asleep. I caressed him as much as I could, without speaking. The upper part of my shirt was wet and cold. His tears were like sparks; at first they burned, and as the others followed, incendiary, the first turned into ice needles. I felt like I didn’t belong, like I was only half. My belly and sex burned under the fiery body, my arms, legs, and breasts seemed detached from me, and only the terribly cold proximity made me take note of them’’.
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