Book fragment:
His eyes sparkled with anger, wanting to rip from his memory the answers he looked within himself, he stands, the clear distant stars try to reflect a little bit of light through the small window on the door, angered gets to the chair, takes her from her long wavy hair, raising her face to him, looks at his black eyes, they are absent, he intrigued, frowned, her looks had become empty, absent, lost.
Maybe he expected to find another look, perhaps he expected when crossing her eyes, to find those eyes who made him lose all reason, those looks that made him shake has never nor no one has made, that look made him shake, he the one that not even the most threatening or powerful weapon bended.
He had succumbed to her looks and now, in front of him, those looks are found plunged into emptiness.
Slowly opening her lips, she said...