Book: Hand in hand

And only one breath he erased all the empty days that divided them, wiped the fragments of the tragedy and re-painted the world, has made the reality of her dreams.

I will never be able to experience it again. Love you too expensive... But she breathed in the familiar smell of Ruiz and forget all your fears. - First you give happiness, and then are forced to suffer.

The days passed slowly, like sand through his fingers. Nothing mattered, and that silence was even heavier than the anxious thoughts. Somewhere under this sky, sad was the house Virgile, and there, in the room where she was not able to visit, was Ruiz. Can be a few kilometers from her bed, he watches the same clouds? A pool certainly circling in the water the dry leaves.

She couldn't imagine a future without the colors of Spain, without the blinding sun, without acute danger, and dark-eyed hero who vowed eternal love. Future for her was unbearable.

- I like listening to you talk about your profession. I just don't understand it. You look like a tightrope Walker, who plays with life.
- Not even said that I look like a clown. That's good.

I got it for nothing and now are so afraid to lose.

With him she learned the special Spain - a bright, festive. Ruiz himself was the occasion. Next to him life was playing colors, but like a Mirage, he could suddenly disappear.

Ruiz whispered to Raphael that will forever love the girl, and she answered him that he had no eternity and he can give only the present. <...> For his future ended last night in the hotel, and eternity - the bullfight in Seville on Sunday.

Is this cute boy with angelic eyes can be? Of course! Proud selfish! Fierce, but gentle predator!

The whole amazing world of Ruiz can be considered as both great and small, a circus and a tragedy. I think it is sometimes sublime and at the same time ridiculous. Ruiz funny when he Chvanov, like a peacock, but it could easily surpass any of bullfighters in strength and agility. In it lives the spirit of Spanish flamenco as they say here.

As for the bull... Sometimes feel sorry for him. It can be strong or weak, but you're always on the side of the Matador. And even if you have lost the desire to watch a bullfight in General, bulls to fight, and will still grow. And, worst of all, if there is an accident, you're going to feel guilty because the view is arranged for you, the viewer, and the bullfighter risks his life to entertain you. You make him fight the last effort to meet the expectations of the stands; you never feel pity for the helpless man in the arena. And you know why? Because he is obliged to look the way we want to see him, despite what he wants.

In life there are magical moments, because some people are able to give you a feel of eternity.

Sometimes for women the dreamy moments of forgetfulness more important than anything else.

Better to go on the thumb the road, not yielding to the influence of random, insane passions, which will not bring any fruit.