“There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else. So, to hell with it he thought. To hell with the world. With the perfume. With himself”

 Patrick Süskind

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

Quero um café cheio de amor, sabes? Com sorrisos doces e arrepios nos rins. E adormecer com uma pele na minha. Mas às vezes, a noite esquece que eu existo.