There was no other end written for them, and they accepted that sentence out of love.
He was not a predator, and he was not prey. He was a misunderstood love, and he was a confused love. He was the most precious thing he had, and the thought of not having him haunted him. He was not a monster to him, yet he was, and the fact that he loved him haunted him. +
So, as we chew on each other, as this thing you have wanders through my body, tasting every organ, bathing in my blood, spreading through me until it reaches my heart, when I am nothing more than a men waiting for the right paper for my verses; I offer you my blood, and piece by piece, of my heart.
You and I are used to masking smiles because we are different, so I realize how sincere it is when we smile at each other. Whatever took that smile off your tired and sublime face for so long, I am the one who will bring it back. Only me; sincerely yours, Dr. Lecter.
"Meu coração nasceu para o teu paladar", eu respondi, me entregando à nós.
"Seu sabor nasceu para o meu paladar", ele disse, após nos beijarmos com tanta fome que eu poderia dizer que comemos pedaços de carne da boca um do outro. Eu senti uma estranha naturalidade e familiaridade naquele beijo. Nossos corpos pareciam já se conhecem e se pertencerem. +
I will give you my heart as a place where you can be yourself, where we can happen as the purest "you and me". As proof of my love that surpasses my hunger.
I will never forget his face when he came back to me, in that museum. So many works of art, but none of them came close to how sublime and ethereal he was. I felt like I was looking at him for the first time, it was always rare to feel my heart beat. Is he really real? How can I love him so much?
