They both smiled. It was good to connect, in thoughts, in feelings, in words… in life. They sort of spoke the same language… A language that was only theirs. They read between the silences, and listened to what was not being said, intuitively responding effortlessly. (…) she understood, for the very first time, that whatever was growing between them seemed to be indeed, incredibly special.
Ambos sorriram. Era bom ter esta ligação em pensamentos, sentimentos, palavras… e na vida. Eles quase que falavam a mesma linguagem… Uma linguagem só deles. Conseguiam ler por entre os silêncios, e ouviam o que não era dito, respondendo instintivamente e sem qualquer esforço. (…) assim, percebeu pela primeira vez, que o que crescia entre eles, parecia ser de facto, algo incrivelmente especial.
Extract from a soon to be novel.
Painting above is by Chagall: details here.