"Folding her arms and closing her eyes, Hatsumi sank back into the corner of the seat. Her small gold earrings caught the light as the taxi swayed. Her midnight blue dress seemed to have been made to match the darkness of the cab. Every now and then her thinly daubed, beautifully formed lips would quiver slightly as if she had caught herself on the verge of talking to herself. Watching her, I could see why Nagasawa had chosen her as his special companion. There were any number of women more beautiful than Hatsumi, and Nagasawa could have made any of them his. But Hatsumi had some quality that could send a tremor through your heart. It was nothing forceful. The power she exerted was a subtle thing, but it called forth deep resonances."
Citindu-l pe Murakami imi aduc aminte de tine, genul de persoana care te trece dintr-o stare in alta fara sa iti dai seama, sa fugi intre real si fantastic, sa iti omori neuronii gasind raspunsuri la intrebari ce nu stii de unde ii vin, sa nu stii ce vrei stiind ca o vrei. O persoana dificila este genul de om ce merita sa fie langa tine, iar atunci cand zidurile vor cadea, sa uiti sa fugi de EA.
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