Character: Elio

We belonged to each other, but we lived so far away that we began to belong to others. Squatters, and only squatters, were the true claimants to our lives.

I wanted to tell him that the pool, the garden, the house, the tennis court, the paradise and the whole villa would be his ghostly place. But he pointed up to the French windows of his room. Your eyes are forever there, I wanted to say, in the folds of tulle, staring intently from my bedroom, where no one sleeps now. When the wind blows and the tulle rises, and I look at it from here or stand on the balcony, I catch myself thinking that you are there, looking out of your world into mine and saying, as on that day at the stones: I

That day I felt the pain, the numbness, the excitement due to the almost stranger. Felt like the promise of huge enjoyment, making to tremble the tips of your fingers. I felt awkward my conversations with people to understand where I wrong and it does not want to lose, why should constantly recheck their guesses about each gesture. Found a desperate deceit in dealing with the people I want and thirst, so they wanted me back. Saw the screen that I have established between themselves and the world, one after another, and it was not just a sliding door made of thin rice paper. It turned out I could fight and give in to things before unimportant to me.

But if you remember everything, and if you're like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you're ready to slam the door, and will not remain any vagueness in this life, then at least this time, even jokingly, even for this, it will be too late - but turn towards me, look at me, like when we were together and it meant everything to me, hold my gaze and tell me your name.

He was always more into me than I am, because when he became me and I became them many years ago in our bed - it was then that he became and will forever remain my brother, my friend, my father, my son, my husband, my lover, myself.

We found the stars, you and me, Oliver. But it is given only once.

I believe with every cell of his body, that every cell in your body should never die, but if she has to die, she better die in my body.

"Please don't hurt me," which really meant, "You can cause me any pain, what you want."

We were not written for one instrument: neither you nor me.