Basketball Frassati

Chapter One

That day the sun was dim and the sky very fast, as a background in theater, tended to be invisible coils, over which ran the clouds, dense and milky, like stains horizontal nails. The grassy hill was a valuable fleece, stroked by invisible hands, a saturated sea, sailing in, pushing ... I enter between the tufts of grass, weeds, almost penetrate that stain red. I stopped to catch his breath and looked up to heaven, not understanding. What was I doing? The light bless me uncertain grass I ab-arm and drove away. A few more meters and I arrived at the house-not seen so ... called: "The house is not seen." In the village had almost ceased to remember it, had become a nanny invisible presence, sweet and soft hill on the horizon, which was confused, silent, lifeless, history ... The house is not seen breathing, I felt, approaching. He was panting and threatening impau-rita. I was sure that if I relaxed, I would stay off the ground, how high and thick grass I would sorret-to ... that was a feeling that I would never forget ... I did
force and continued to divide the fur, such as tail of a comb through your hair draw the line. Slowly the colors seem to turn it off, as well as the sounds ... the rustling, whispers wind. Everything was attenuated, the grass is thinned out and collapsed in a vacant lot. The light swallowed my fear and I felt dizzy and raised-to. I looked at the gravel and I did not notice that dazzled subi-to which I was standing right in front of the house. Looking up, a shadow suddenly hit me, as if the sun was over the hill and hid behind the house and had thrown his cloak, the shadow on me. I did not understand and for a moment fainted. Suddenly, cold. The front-gray and gloomy I fixed it ... tight. Like an impregnable fortress, like a heart du-ro. Vines of curls and the embroidered cobwebs as a defensive ... then extended as a choke. They rose as high as ... came to the roof and entered through the interstices between the bricks exposed. As a peak of mourning over the house.
I turned back and saw the wall of tall grass that was vibrating like a fire. I'd wanted to run away and get immediately down the hill. I felt the breath of the house or the wind on the neck and shoulders and stared pushing me down.
I turned again, without lifting your feet off the ground, making a circle in the gravel and, opposite the imposing severe that house, I was freezing ... but, like breaking a spell, I took the first step-mo ... what was the first step into the unknown. I de-CISO. And so they changed the sky and the stars and destiny and future and the motions and laws. So he changed my life, a step that was an attempt at a challenge ... ... a response to fear.
I approached the door and looked immense, between ivy leaves, the bat authority. I tried to grab him to lift it, but the rust and the weather kept the balance. So I gave up and decided to knock. My pu-port knocked on wood, but leaves softened that sound dark and deep. I had to leave the gate from the green. I tore with flicks and lay those tendrils sharp and strong and almost re-heard them screaming ... I stopped, guilty. I decided to knock again, with more decision. Two roars like thunder far ... silence. Silence ... I tried again and again. And yet the silence seemed unreal salvation.
What was I supposed to do? Go? Again? I decided that I knocked one last time and I did, with all the strength I had in my body, with the desperation of those who will not capitulate. The roar was like a hellish roar. The door burst open, like cracked by an earthquake and a glimmer of darkness opened before my eyes in terror.
What to do? Entering the mouth slightly open? In the dark?
I did not think too much, for fear that the thoughts they win. Aggravai me on that old heavy and pushed with all his body. I could hear the wood creak against my sore palms. The light came slowly and violently cut a geometric figure of a white powder. Everything was confused and fading in the light again. A step does not fall-ing and ended up inside. From the darkness emerged undefined boundaries and a myriad of different grays and blacks more or less dense. I stood in the entrance of the house. A big room with the wide stone steps and little furniture asleep under a blanket of dust. A table for who knows what-if ... else, swallowed by the black all around. I asked permission, in a voice that no one would hear. "Hello?"
I felt so stupid and small. Intruder.
I was like Orpheus in the Underworld. What I was.
"I come in?" I cried without conviction.
The light had faded black and I could distinguish. I looked everywhere and I saw back-drop, death, the resentment ... walls, floor, were part of an immense stone tomb that I had desecrated. I light. I'm old. I cried out to someone who was not there. The silence was the truest I have ever heard. It was pure absence.
I went to a round coffee table and tried to lift a heavy por-tafotografie the dust of time. I passed my hand on the glass of velvet and a woman's face emerged in black and white.
"Who's there?"
Terror. A voice. From above. Broken glass. The photo holder.
I remained motionless as stone.
"Who is it?" Asked a man if he was alive.
I looked up the stairs, even if I did not see anything besides the ne-ro.
"Excuse me, I did not want. "One step on the glass. A step backwards.
"Who is it?" Again.
"You do not know me ... my name is Amedeo"
"It's a thief!" He pressed.
"Heavens no!"
"So what are you doing here? In my house? "
" I wanted to talk to her. "
" This is beautiful! She simply wanted to steal what there was to steal, but did not expect that someone still lives here! You are a thief! "
A figure appeared at the top of the stairs, emerging from obscurity. A man in a dressing gown, without color. Picture old and feeble.
"The I swear that you are wrong! I'm here to talk to her! "I tried.
man acquires more and more clarity and better I could decipher his physiognomy. He was tall and slender. Small eyes and long beard. Carnate clear, almost shone in the gloom. He was wearing a dressing gown in burgundy satin, tied at the waist with a drawstring curtain bottle green, black silk pajama pants and closed shoes, chamber, dark blue velvet. The blacks and slicked hair was combed in a methodical way. Divided on one side and forelock that cut his forehead and stood behind the ear de-stro. The eyebrows were thick but elegant, he decided.
The man looked at me from above, as if he were in front of the most miserable he had ever seen in his life. I felt so helpless and unfortunate. I'd wanted to disappear. But those eyes beady ... Two abysses that stuck with me. I could not react to the king!
"Come on, then! Speak! What are you waiting for! "
I was embarrassed and did not know where to start, but I could not a-lie beyond. The man stared at me, defiantly.
"I know that does not have a long servitude," I said "a house so big and needs to staff its maintenance."
"I dismissed the servants for years now and this must cover not give!" Countered.
"I know ... everyone in the country are wondering ..."
"In the country would do well not to worry about my business! I do not interact with the outside world and I do not want intruders in my house! "I stopped.
"Actually, I think I could be of help! So do the gardener. I could be his butler. So do the housework ... I serve at the table. "
"With all the things he can do, why did you waste your time here?" He asked without moving an inch. Then he continued:
"Of course, I had thought of that before! Was Adele! That is never about his "
" Adele has nothing to do ... "I corrected.
"Now go away! I'm tired! I do not have time to lose! "
The man turned to leave.
"But how? It is she who is losing all his time "I shouted.
stopped. Shoulders. The satin dressing gown, wet the little light left, was the only lifeline for my bewildered look.
I did not want to lose ... I did not want to swallow the shadows again. I do not know why.
He turned back looking out on the stairs. His face wore a mask full of hate.
"You're not anybody! None to address me that way! Go away and do not return more feet in my house! Now, "or I-manded the man, pointing to the door as a guard from above indicates the lighthouse on the horizon a ship.
I felt drowned. I was lost at sea. Ran away.
I left the house quickly, with tears in my eyes and fiondai the velvet grass, running. Laboriously advanced-down from the hill, but the green holding me back ... it was as if the grass is aggro-ankle ankles and pulled me back ... but did not want to re-think ... I just wanted to get out of that enchanted place ... inexplicable. Sen-tion that the wind slapped me and I slowed down. I could not see clearly ... tears bathe the eyes and drew myself-go to a ball of glass filled with water. The grass that enveloped me.
I fell unconscious.

Suspended.
So I felt when I regained consciousness.
suspended in air.
vacuum in a vacuum.
Slowly I raised my eyes and began to focus on a face, in penom-bra. Adele looked at me worried, with her eyes of jade. If smiling and her cheeks took on a bright pink color, as if she were to faint.
"Amadeus," she said reproachfully, not credible "what you went through your mind?"
I looked at her, pretending not to understand, rim-Provera as a child, caught in the act.
"I told you I'd think ... that I would talk to you! You know how much he hates foreign intruders in the house ... ... well, anyone but him to tell the truth! "Motivated.
"I thought ..."
"You should not have to think, then," said pinching his cheek, "co-me are you feeling? Is that better? "
" I think so ... well, no, not good at all! You know what I need a job, Adele! ".
"If you continue so you will never have this blessed job!"
"What do you mean? Do you think there are still a possibility? "I asked incredulously, taking her by the shoulders.
We were in what was once a kitchen. The kitchen of the house. There was no doubt. He was gray also. Dead.
Adele staring at me in silence, leaning over me, without speaking. I left
taking, so he got to his feet. I oscillai on what I understood to be a wicker rocking chair. Adele was a sweet woman. A creature unreal. He always wore a robe cross ... the same type in different patterns and colors, like a uniform that, I think, cucisse alone. Her hair was ash collected in the neck in a nest abstract and fun. Hoof feet and a necklace of silver ... sometimes a heavy wool cardigan, with big bot-tone leather, divided into four by a screwdriver ... I think it was a men's sweater ... between blue and green ... a color that goes perfectly with one of her eyes and her pink flesh. Showed more years than he had, even vo-if does not know how old he was, but gave the impression that was that. He never married, or rather, has always been one that I know of.
"So? Do you think it still possible? "I insisted.
"Of course you're just a pretty cocky! You walk into people's houses without being invited, in the dark, like a thief! You even broke the frame with the photo of the lady. "
"I did not" felt.
"You're just clumsy! You could not wait for you to talk about private, but I? ". I own a combined
trouble. I do well ... I wanted to play myself that opportunity but I was wrong and I had no excuse.
"Adele, please!" I begged, "you think, please!"
"I do not promise anything at all! We hope not! "
" Adele! "I felt called. We turned toward the door. It was him. His voice.
"to go wrong ..." she whispered, making me sign to be silent, "I'll be back, wait here!"
Adele ran out of the kitchen leaving the door ajar and I got up from the rocking chair, looking around, without finally fear of seeming too curious. In the middle of the room was a plank of wood decrepit, with over a solid white marble floor, a basket of fruit and sad, walls, old cupboards, cabinets with glass doors while behind me, a kitchen grandis-sima, enameled iron, with all the tools possible and imagine-able over the place, but unused for a long time. A sink of gra-nite, under a tent with flowers, and the windows closed tight. The dim light in a dark came from when it opened, leaving a sneak glimpse of life, weak.
I approached the door, to try to eavesdrop.
"Please do not you come into mind ideas like this!" Scolded the man, "I did not need anyone ... seems clear to me now ... I'm two years that I dismissed the servants and I have not hired anyone, not even ... I do not understand why she insists to persecute me with his annoying presence! Do not pay either! He does not understand that it is not welcome here! What should I do to make her-king, I abused? ".
"That makes a long time!" Adele pointed out "does not understand when-to my love for you is sincere and deeply rooted"
"Quite frankly incomprehensible! Return to his house by his father ... and think about him, instead of coming here every single day, to take his baskets of food, like a modern Little Red Riding Hood. "
"I can not believe! She is truly a thankless, but as we well know both of them! As we also know that I'm an idiot! Stupid of me to worry about her! "
"I do not need your help, I manage well on its own" defense of the environment is whether the man.
"Of course ... all the time buried alive in this tomb! A bed or watching old photographs ... without putting your nose out of approx-sa ... for more in the dark! Sometimes I even thought it would become a Committee ... what are they called? Vampire! "Yes!"
"Adele ..." silence "may be enough for me ... like that!"
"Look, what you should insult me!"
"Go away!" Ordered the hollow voice.
"You know that it is useless to me ... will be repeated a hundred times, but I will not go, or rather, I will come back every day ... why would she died-here, no food ... but .... "
"But I do not understand that this is what I want?"
The voices had become more distant, so I tried to enlarge the loop-ment opened up the door ... but that creaked so striking.
Silence.
Terror.
"Who's there?" Asked the man to Adele.
"Where? What do you mean? "She asked.
"I mean who's in the kitchen! But I do not even want to imagine! It would be foolish to even think that this boy, his love-co ... thief that I caught rummaging in my house, right? ".
Amedeo is a good boy! "He defended himself Adele.
"I do not want in my house. Is that clear? Neither he nor you! Fuo-re! "
" He just needs to work, please ...! "
" Fuo-ri! Get out! "
hear the footsteps approaching the door of Adele and I-sit courses immediately. The woman went into the kitchen with his head down, wiped his tears, fe-ce a deep breath and smiled. I smiled.
"It's okay," reassured me, unconvinced, "but now it is better if we go back to town ... soon it will be dark!"
"More so dark?" I tried to play down. Adele
smiled again, but in a more convincing!
"Yeah! Come on, come on! "Took the basket on the table and emptying the cardi-gan from the chair.
"Sorry!" I said, "is all my fault! I should not have! "
We left the kitchen and through a dark, she knew ... I held her hand and led me out ... I do not know how. In that short journey I felt shivers all over his body ... fear, sagio-and something else I did not understand ... that dark ... it was empty absence! I only had that contact, the warm hand to remind me life ... everything else was free ... free from everything.
come out to light the evening seemed lifeless, for the first few seconds, violent, like the sun at noon. The door that closed behind them, we gave was not the main entrance.
"You walk out of here?" I asked Adele.
"From the back door," she explained, "I'm a maid!"
did not speak for the rest of the descent from the hill. The grass was not shaken by the wind and seemed to extricate our passage-Thu ... gently stroking the calves and tickle her arms. I followed the woman as a dog follows his master, without asking me questions. Before long we were in the valley, the path for the country. I did not know how to leave, soon our paths would be separated, perhaps forever.
"I ..." I broke the silence, "I wanted to thank you for what you have-to fat for me!"
"I did not do anything!" Precise "I've anticipated it!"
"Well, yeah! I had to wait ... but I do not think it would go to a different mol-. "
"Maybe! But we must not give up! "I grabbed his arm.
"You must help me!" He asked.
"I thought it was you having to help!" I said.
"Meet me tomorrow at noon, here, in front of that wall!" He said, pointing.
"What is he?" I asked frightened.
"Do not worry! Tomorrow I'll be back by then from the house that you can not see and I'll tell the gentleman if he changed his mind. "
"But how could it if ..."
"To-morrow," cried the woman running away.
I was left alone and went to the country. Walking, I hugged himself, rocking a baby as invisible ... cuddle me, Pie-Gando head on his shoulder, looking for a pat ... something had changed in me.
I do not know why and do not even want to know.
even though I know exactly, I prefer
lie ... I've always had the talent to transform reality ... to make it im-prove and believe it ... I did not feel defeated.
All said the opposite, but I felt that the door was still closed-soc ...
I went home and turned almost no word to my mother ... and then I ate in a hurry fiondai on the bed. I turned off the lights and closed the shutters of the window. The darkness was different. It was less dark and compact, it was bland.
The darkness of the house that you do not see, but ... it was real!

I sat on the stone wall, under the scorching sun, facing the house with-lina. Expected. And I thought.
I was thinking about my life, did not do it often. I always easy-to everything. The emotions, thoughts ... I have always reduced everything to a small number of concrete fon-do ... like a pot left on the stove, uncovered, my life had become
a concentrated sauce ... But now, everything seemed more sensible, my body, my mind ... I felt the spirit of things ... and feelings were new to me, perhaps dormant for years, which suddenly exploded.
I thought of my story, so short ... just a boy of eighteen, grew up without a father ... that had known only the poor-ties and had never moved from the country of his birth ...
I always arranged to do chores odd ... I helped my mother in the garden, but now it was time to look for a serious job ... we could not continue with only the salary of my mother and if I had not found anything in the country, I should have gone in the city to look for a living.
probably time to leave my mother was imminent, as in the country there were real possibilities for work ... the only hope I had left was, in fact, the lord of the house that is not seen. I heard about him for the first time a few seventh-na before by my mother one morning, when Adele came to buy vegetables and fruit.
"You try to do more for that ungrateful?" Asked my mother.
"The Lord is good in the end, without me it would be completely alone," said Adele.
"What is the reason that pushes you to do three times a day the road to the house no-fi, if he does not pays you not? "
" My mother worked for him and his parents all my life and I grew up in the house ... I remember that they were happy years, and that the Lord was good and kind to us ... "said Adele.
"Things have changed for two years now and you can not continue to sacrifice for him. You think your father is so-fighting risk of neglect, "the mother warned.
Adele smiled as he usually did, when every word would not be served, and my mother said with her smile, the compassionate.
When she finished placing the basket and turned to leave, my mother stopped her.
"If only to return to a time could offer us a lot of work in the country! I remember he had a lot of bondage, and that was no pie-economic benefits of initiatives that led to all-when you "said nostalgic.
"It would be nice!" I cried coming from behind the door and leap by sob-my mother.
"When you stop to listen?"
"I was not eavesdropping, I was watching" I corrected.
"Maybe it would work for me!" Incalzai.
"I do not think so ... if the situation has not changed for so long, I do not change right now!" Ruled-but my mother holding her hips with his hands.
"I must go now, but the talk ... I will talk to you, "said Ade-the" You're a nice guy and willing! Gria-fetching so much to us, "and walked away, with its floral gown and clogs indirect sponenti.
I turned to my mother, her eyes beaming.
"There is hope!" I advised her, "For years, dismissed the servants and all died in that house on the hill!"
"After the death of his wife, you mean?"
"Exactly. It was a hard blow for everyone. A woman so beautiful and young! He does not has never recovered from that loss ... it was left to die-dark between himself and the world, "he explained.
"But is dead! It's alive! "Corrected.
"It's the ghost of himself ... he lives in the dark and not set foot outside the house, were it not for Adele that brings food, would already be dead and buried!"

And so I thought that the only hope of still remain in the country, with my mother, was precisely the possibility of finding work as an in-home Servient you can not see ... I waited, day after day, but Adele kept saying it was not yet the time and I had to wait for the 'Lord of the mood had improved a bit' before she could talk to me. I did not have much time so I decided to go alone to ask him to work ...
And now I was waiting on the wall ... I was looking through the eyes towards the hill he came Adele with some good news. Si-curamente had worsened the situation with my foray into the home, perhaps beyond repair, but when I saw Adele appear with his basket on his arm, I hoped that his smile significant cases something good.
"So?" I cried myself enough before he could vici-ing. I jumped down from the wall and ran to meet her.
"So, Adele?" The urged.
"The gentleman was in a bad mood," she said, lowering his head and con-tinues to walk towards the town.
I followed her nervous.
"It's always a bad mood, no?"
"Today especially! Not addressed to me by word and last night did not touch food, "she said.
"So?" I tried to ask.
"Is not that enough?" I froze.
I arrested you on the path, letting go. I thought of the city. To say goodbye to mom. Inside the cardboard suitcase with nothing significant, because I had nothing to wear, nothing of my own, no history, no memory. I was directed to nothing, from nothing. What would become of me?
"So?" Turned me noticing distance "that make them fer-mo? Come on! "
I did not understand.
"Do you have fair chance," cried Then, smiling, really.
"But ... what do you mean? How? "I stammered.
"It's so ...! Come on, hurry up! "He urged.
I reached the waiting for explanations.
"I talked to him about you and what you need him to give you this-the WORKPLACE!"
"Why, you told me you have not addressed word, how did you talk to me?" I asked incredulously .
"In fact, I have not said that he told me, remained silent all the time ... I could not believe it!"
"Adele, you're crazy! By dint of being with him have lost a few ro-tella. "
"You do not know ... ... or is touched perhaps this is not the appropriate term ... but I would say that something is changing .... "
"Adele I do not have much time, you know! And I can not convince my mother not to re-send in the city just because of what you suggested-heating your sixth sense! "The scolded.
"Just let me stall ... some day!"
"I do not know what you have in mind, but if you could, you Jun-ro ...."
"Do not swear or promise ... does not bring anything good ..." he winked.
"I'll be grateful ... really!"
"Remember that you will not be easy work for the lord. You'll Muo-vertical to the house like a ghost ... he will not see you ... in a sense ... you should be discreet and respect his re-throats ... I do not know exactly what you want ... do not you think that the city would find something best for you ... you're a young lad and full of life ... I do not want to see you fade in there as happened to me. " Adele
slowed down, as if something had absented himself and kept his mind. He was thinking of his life, it was changed from two years to that part. I think you were hearing in co-pa ... did not want to hurt me.
"You say you are full of life ... and maybe you're right ... I think ... or me-cil I'll have plenty of life still ahead ... but the sense of life that you mean is that of vitality, zest for life and I'm scared that I'll lose my mother ... leave this country, people I've ever been around, simple people, as you are me ... ... devastation, would work in a factory, feeling a number, one of many in the anonymous crowd of traffic, cars, chaos.
I'm not made for this world ... I was raised with the mentality of a small small room, where people are called by name and everyone's life is put cheekily into the street without shame. Where people do not ask permission, but they help with brotherly affection and they are all in the same boat.
I'm afraid of losing it all ... to forget the face of my mother-but ... the smell of bread on Sunday ... the clothes hung out to dry ... the re-runs in the courts as a child ... my eyes .... "
"As a child unpunished," he corrected me Adele, such as pulling a heavy slumber ... "Maybe we really want someone like you in that house, in order for things to change!"
Adele ... I was happy that he understood what was trying for me was the right thing to do.
"Where are you going?" I asked
"A search for a new glass for a photo holder. It tells you nothing? "
" Can I drive? "I asked sorry.
"It's the least you can do ..."
I was so happy ... happy ... just feeling nothing at the bottom, hope-ze ...
People live in hope ... of emotions and does not ask whether this is real or not ... whether real or not ... what matters is what is av-and deals with how you feel ... the beauty, joy, pain, blows of fate ... it's all subjective and everything related to the time when it is lived and it undergoes
... maybe even love, but I could not tell-vo ... I do not know, I had never tried ...

We went from the glazier, even if I was somewhere else ... lu-years away with us ... ... thought everything was intense ... the smells of the vegetation ... it's ... the voices of children shouting that overlap ... the smell of Adele ... soap ... I felt light and I could have sworn that my soles did not touch the ground, but slipped a few inches off the ground ... in me, a hurricane was anxious to get out ... and I do not know if I was happy ... I can not encompass everything that felt so banal and simplistic in quest'aggettivo
... Maybe I was happy that I could still hope ...
Adele showed the boy a glass photo holder and I saw the photo that still contained. As I recalled, was the face of a woman. The boy took the measures and began to cut a rectangle of glass. We waited outside the store, sitting on a wooden bench.
"I can see it?" I asked, pointing to the picture holders. Adele
handed it to me carefully.
was a black and white photo of a girl about twenty-five. Oval face, perfect. Hairdo clear.
delicate eyebrows and big eyes, lips ... almost transparent pic-cola and a slight smile. The neck was sumptuous and delicate-tion discovered. The girl was portrayed
slightly toward his left, with right shoulder and lifted his head a little 'bent, as in the act of ignoring a compliment with irrepressible and mischievous pleasure re-Trosa. I thought of when
I was a kid and my mother tickled to entice them to be more affectionate ...
The girl had something familiar, but I could not understand what
... I felt even more guilty for having threatened the day before, to ruin the photo, by dropping the photo holder.
"There!" Said the glazier.
Adele took my hands and went back to frame him. I went too, I looked with eyes on the counter and found a stack of sheets of car-ing, packaging, took a pencil, one of those red and blue with two points and, with the blue, we quickly wrote "No d ' ever breaks! "Then, suddenly, I turned to Adele and I asked waving the fo-ment:
"I could wrapped up in here!"
Adele looked at the boy looking for a consensus and he did so with his head.
Incartai the photo holder, making sure to cover the writing that was behind the frame, inside the box. I stopped and then the package with a string.
"I wanted to feel useful," I said to Adele and hands it to her.
"We hope this will make him go a bit 'in a good mood! Vi-I am that we have little time, "he said. Adele
I accompanied to the wall and we were both in silence, I did not insist, continue to make them weigh a responsi-bility of which was not just me ... even if she warned all and I think she did not say much because it was already too unbalanced and did not want the disappointment soon cut short the euphoria of the hope.
Before saying goodbye, she asked in a whisper:
"When you should leave the country?"
"day after tomorrow," I replied, as if they are made only at that moment-to that we had only a few hours to spare.
"So, I hope to come and see me first ... if not, you'll understand why, but I will greet Thee, before you know it goes-it!"
I lowered my head. I watched his feet in wooden clogs. E-Rano delicate, small pale pink .... I tousled curls
Adele affectionately and smiled at me.
"day after tomorrow, here at noon! But I hope to see you soon! "
I looked into the eyes of jade. I saw myself reflected, and for a moment, I went before the eyes of the girl's face photo holder.
"At first," I greeted her.
not immediately returned home. I sat on the wall, between the barrels and old broken-holds posters torn ... I thought about what life had been unhappy with me ... I had taken from his father when I was small, too young to remember him and was still poor- ta, as my mother broke into four to get by to boast ... No-one had ever given, if not doom, and to concerns around the beautiful ... that remained was made up of small clippings that my mother and I get from the end of the day ... when she came back tired at the table for dinner, or when I expect to read, speak-ing for a bit '...
Lately, however, seemed have hard ... and I know why ... he tried not to betray emotion, the sorrow in knowing that I had to go to sa-rei.
So, pretending to be strong ... we were talking about "tomorrow" as if it were between years and never use it ... if I would go in cit-ties and I found a job, I would have found a room and I would have kept it if ..., But no ... only certainties "dopodoma-ni" in then ... nothing more worries ... if you would manage alone and sentimentality ... I do not carry the bread on the table ... she said ...
I jumped down from the wall and ran toward the house ... the warm sun and the warm wind on the face of the glaring sun ... I was tear-ing against the sun ... ... ...
I was free at that moment I felt free and I knew what he wanted to re-... maybe because I was still suspended as a question mark ... and so I wanted to stay ... destiny without coercion or ready to expecta-moths behind the door. Because the man has to choose a direction? Why must choose between several doors that lead him on a path that can not be traveled, then, in the opposite direction, without losing anything, irretrievably? Because there is a tem-po ... and the time it takes and does not make clear ... change ...? Time changes things, from a second to the next stop ... there is nothing, not even the memory, since this also changes with time.
So we should enjoy to the full and enjoy the present moment to the last crumb, the last drop.
In those moments, I felt free as never imagined ... maybe because the constraints that the choices I would have been required to be taken. I had to grow up and all came down to this. Growing vo-lever say concrete life. Embedding the person like a tree, be sure to find its nourishment from the earth to which you cling-to ... never mind ... I'll try if it is transplanted light-stretching and stretching it to life. So they move people, to life. Only he did not. Seems to seek the end, seemed to call the calm of death in her room locked from the inside ... to put an end to nerve-wracking wait, that was growing old and run-deva, who bulging with devastating shots of paralyzing thoughts and memories. Whoever clings to the past does not live the present and does not move an inch towards the future. Those who live with memories already dead inside, and remains suspended, while all re-sliding.
We were both suspended him ... and I stood still, however, sci-flew to two inches from the ground, catapults to the future-but with very high speed.
time went fast for me, for him it was a slow and needle-nizzante condemnation ... but our feet did not touch the ground. His was one of those hanged, my, those of a climber who reva-sliding along a rope, tied to a pulley on a slope between two walls of mountains.
The front door appeared to me different, as the front-end and windows ... all the misery was gone all of a sudden ... it was my home ... where I lived until I had to leave and then re-appeared to me beautiful ... and rich, like a treasure chest ... I no longer saw the moisture the walls and the floor ... the doors blown off their hinges and the desolation of the little. I looked for her, as I had never done before. She was sitting at the table in the kitchen peeling the pi-seat, light air. My mother looked up and greeted me with a gleam of the eyes moved.
It was not the oldest, was no longer lean to the bone, but the most beautiful woman and cheering of my existence. I reached across the table, holding the edge with his hands and tried to reaches with his lips, while remaining poised ... she came sweet-mind and pressed his lips on mine. Both border the ba-prove the sun ... this moment I wanted to take with me wherever I should go ... I felt the tears, warm, her cheeks were my or our collection? It did not matter ... I know lying on the peas with his legs dangling and she scolded me, looking from the wrist of her gown, a handkerchief with which he dabbed his face.
"What a fool you are! Get up ... "And I seemed
say the greatest declaration of love that no one had ever dedicated. Because they have no importance to the words we speak, but what we say and we feel with the heart, not with your ears. And she was telling me that he wanted to keep me with him all the days to come.

the evening fell flat, like an old lady who gets out of bed. I and my mother talked a lot ... as if we have not noticed much time ... I asked her dad ... I knew she liked me-re ...
I pictured the same as me, only older ... it was the easiest way imagine, even if the description of my mother did not fit. Who cares! Even the few remaining photographs of him gave me against ... but what I did, imagining it was looking in the mirror and see me as I was many years later, what I would do, which was built, who I loved ... I thought that I could not do anything else, thinking of him ... find me in its trac-ce ... the essence infused in me and that had permeated my soul ... but
My mother often reminded him, clutching the doorframe of the kitchen while she rocked in silence and compliance ... invisible ... until she realized it was him ... with a ribbed white undershirt and a beard to do ... cobalt eyes and white teeth, always on display ... him, with the dimples near the ends of the lips.
him, with khaki pants and sandals, Brother ... dirty nails and big hands ... hair blond armpit air from
brat ... "You scared me!" She shouted, throwing against the cow or the first canonical which was in the kitchen ... and he ran from her to tickle her and tortured her with kisses ... or pressing it against the-Vandini, dirty things to tell her ear ...
No wonder the frankness with which my mother told and how these moments, however, never spoke of her, but the disease or other things, Perhaps the most decisive of his life ... I listen ... RAVO adoption was as if I identify with ... I smiled every time she recalled the scenes and felt a little quip at the tailbone ... that made me the chills to wriggle
She ... missing as a plant lacks water, after days of scorching heat, but the drought, for her, it lasted far too long ... the ground was now dry, cracked too because it could revive and soften again.
was dried and lived only because of the humidity and sweat-crime ... and thanks to the sun ... with me ... that I had been, but I'd be gone in a few days.
would survive? ... Would hold another loss?
As soon as I had settled in the city and received the first paycheck, I would have sent the money, along with letters that have ta-refreshes.
I think what she wanted was just happy I was that little-weave and live a life without too much hardship ... a different life from her ... she thought she could help me if I had been happy ... and I can not give it back ... I never thought that his intentions were not dictated by anything but the love he felt for me.
Lately, he tried to get away, to be more cold and detached, not to cry or appear fragile.
seemed confident in her decision, and always started his sentences by saying "When you're in town ..." as if the idea of \u200b\u200bgloating know myself happy, even though he had the slightest certainty of my future. He stopped being extremely affectionate with me and always tried less physical contact, for fear of something that I do not know which explain or gave only the single shield-ing not to make too much melodrama quell'imminente goodbye and co-wrenching ... to get used to posting and diminish the need to be together.
How many times I repeated that I was great that I had grown or-never, for fuss and cuddles ... and soon I found a beautiful girl in town, I would love this and would take his place ... I watched
and I told her that she was my girlfriend and I refuse to get up-no to love ... So I grumbled and ruled that he would give me a few months because I forget her.
In short, most my mother tried to make the icy or more supported and betrayed ... and more obvious sentiments opposing the effect obtained with-contrary
... Those who were to be the last days were the hardest ...
Before you take sleep that night, and came to my room, but fermented in the doorway, with the kitchen light that the screwdriver-framed as a black shape, he said
"day after tomorrow is the last day for you in town! "
I could not see his eyes, nor the expression of his face ... his voice was almost catatonic ... like when children memorize verses of poetry and repeat them without the slightest expression, until exhaustion.
"taking the bus of 0:30. I got in touch with the people who will give good indication of just ar-riverai. "
" Okay "I replied in a faint voice, hidden by his shadow.
"I'm preparing the things you put in and that will be tomorrow ... liege-organize your things, so that, for the evening, everything will be ready the next day ... so you can wake up later and leave more rested," ended my mother.
"Thank you! Good night, "mumbled.
"Night" he said.
And so I was sure that the day of farewell ... was coming was imminent! I thought of Adele and I wondered if the day would come and tell me that something had changed my plans and know-rebbero changed ... almost did not believe it ... maybe we had hoped, but I was afraid to do so.
Often people are afraid to hope, but hope anyway ... the hope is the last thing a dying man ... I think there accompanied by signs in the afterlife, because, the moment before giving in, I hope the bit where we are going to be full- light and does not remain in the dark, as when we are blindfolded, not knowing that they'll open again.
The next day I woke up dazed and confused. I have sat on the bed and, after a while, I realized that this was the last day I spent, in whole, in the country. Then, the first person that came to mind was Adele, and from that moment, I stopped for a moment not to wait.
I tried to have breakfast with fruit and cold milk, my mother was out at work. I saw the package on the table of supplies and other co-if I had not even curious to ascertain what they were. Then my eye fell on the floor, next to the sink, where there was gutted, the old cardboard suitcase of his father ... the one with the straps to close it.
was empty ... well, better looking, I found a photograph in the pocket-fia ... that of my parents, along with portraits by young ... almost hard to recognize my mother ... they were happy and ignorant ... because the two go hand in hand ... who is happy to ignore the tame-ni!
picked up the suitcase and carried it in your room, throwing her on the bed. Wide open, as I had found. We threw in a little ' of things, the few clothes we had ... and everything that could serve ... even things that are not useful, much less to fill it well and have the sensations that I will forget something or do not have all the necessary river with me.
I never believed that tangible-we can make happiness ... and yet, I was moving because of this motivational ... it's not fair that people are so influenced by money to survive, but it is inevitable.
was the man who invented the money and know that invention has been re-enslaved, forced into a system of endless striving for possession.
There are people convinced they are what they have, they judge based on this, according to meters square of their homes, the brand of their car and so on. The stupid thing is that they think they find happiness in things and do not realize that they are not driven by dissatisfaction continues to find her, which entices them to want more time.
I did not have anything concrete, although this did not mean anything ... I wanted my mother to be happy ... and if I had to become independent financially, so it was, I was ready to give me to do.
I think the real reason why I was all that hard, it had been a refusal to grow.
Basically, I was still a child and the country was for me a world big enough ... I called people by name enough for me, as the horizons and the portion of the sky I'd seen ... I had no need for new places or people-diver knows ... what intrigued me was the unknown, but deepening better than what I knew ... there were already sufficient stories, people, reality really know until the end ... to demolish walls, hearts to be conquered and places to listen to ... and im-perceptible signals to be able to really know and understand ... "posse-ing" really meant for me ... This
"having".

I often look out the window or went out into the yard, with some excuse, waiting to see Adele appear ... that is ... late-late, if it was due to arrive ... but who knows ... if it Arri-vata ... anyway, I'd see the day due to half-day, the wall, a few minutes to say hello ... and then I had to run to take a bus at midday and a half ... and it would end a great chapter in my life, which lasted eighteen years.
minutes passed and I am fading ... and the opportunity ... I saw a bus pass as a failure ... in slow motion.
I went into mother's room and I met in the mirror ... it was a great de-oval pedestal with two arms on the ground and held him for the smallest diameter and rotates vertically. As a child I enjoyed talking to him ... my reflection I mirror contained in full and, with me, even the room ... that, for me, it was another world ... another me ... over the years, I had neglected and abandoned ... no longer speak with each other who knows me ... he was doing ...?
"Hey," called him "It's been so long since we talk a bit '...."
The boy looked at me ... he grew up, was different.
Her green eyes stared at me gently water. It was not bam-bino ... her face was pulled and was no longer the beard ... chubby, blond, thin and barely visible, made him more manly ... The eyebrows, eyelashes brown, golden curls hidden under the hair ... always or-Dinatoire messy ... the skin smooth and clear and the body de-Licato beige but turned a bit ... the seraph 'ruined ... and big pants with the pleats, kept alive by a string and rolled ankles ... the old moccasins , skin. I had changed so much re-FUO, while remaining within the same ... I was more of a man and that scared me ... I found myself as
in front of another person and I was afraid ...
I tried to analyze what was actually changed and the height ... body less slender, the painter, now more defined ... but the co-knows that seemed decisive was the appearance of eyebrows eyebrows ... yes ... makes me different ... it was darker, he decided, with respect to year-earlier, when almost mingled with the carnation, they were so clear.
Now, there were marked and highly expressive ... green eyes stand out more, so ... well framed eyelids were darker, now that I did ... and if in fact, the beard was not so much denser, darker but just as well seem to be thicker ... I took off fast, the seraphim and looked at my chest ... it was trimmed brown hair, light and sparse, and even below the navel, it was called a street of fine delicate ... undid the string and pulled down pants and looked at my crotch ... I could hardly believe it ... even those hairs seemed thicker and darker than I can ... I never noticed before? ... or that everything had changed in just a few hours?
No ... it was me who never looks at me carefully ... not paying attention to my image ... my body, naked, in front of me ... the body of a man near his chest ... more bloated ... strong arms and thighs darkened the hair and more massive ... My God! I was going to wind a-man ...!
I thought of my father ... to what, at that time, like him, contrary to what I believed until some while before
... How long I continued to see me baby, slim and an-drogino ...? I just could not resign myself to the idea of \u200b\u200bre-growing
... I patted gently, to feel the hairs against my pubic ... ma-ni were more rigid and thick ... my sex like a dog roused sleepy that it is found, raising his head, which can dedicate to leisure-cars ... I still dressed and smiled to myself ... ... and kissed my lips, pressing against the glass.
knocked on the door.
Adele! I thought.
immediately ran to the door, almost slipping. He was a friend of my mother-but I wondered why that morning had passed by her, before going to work. I told her that was supposed to come first and that when she returned, I would have said go find it.
What a disappointment!
I would not even have to go out, otherwise I would have found Adele at home, where she came looking for me ...
I was forced to wait at home.
The minutes passed and the hours ... and the possibility faded as the halo of breath on a glass ...
decided to put me on the bed and get some sleep '... useless! I was a fixed-roof ... I would be the time to think.
Time is an invention of man ... a way to complicate your life and control the events ... but it is useless invention, because the events can not be foreseen. It is so simple, in fon-do, the world! The complications of life are all our ... time inven-tion, for example, brings order, but together, even anxiety, expectations, delays. We could not imagine the world without a time scan, but if we think about it, time is just a ploy to get away with this ... to live with memories or in-Expectations often ... this is disappointing and so we take refuge in the past or we project into the future, always looking for happiness. Doing so, however, lose sight of what happens to us hades-so ... let's not important, the dejected, we do not live to the end ... and that is the real waste of time. Not that of a past that now will not return and is helpful to remember ... not that of a fu-ture that there gives certainty and it is useless to expect. The lost time is wasted to think too much about the past or the future ... is the present-that escapes you.
So, I decided not to think about what would have been, what it was ... I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling, at that mo-ment, and I was not living.
I was suspended ... again ...
I jumped down and, with bare feet, I felt the cold floor of stones between infiltrate quickly into the meat.
I was alive again.
I went into the kitchen and ate with an appetite ... amazing
Fruits and raw vegetables with dip.
Then I returned to my mother's room and tried the only dress in the closet of his father. Jacket and pants Brown ... 's put on by the ro-beige shirt and green tie as they had in hanger. Then I went to the bathroom to bathe their hands and pass them through his hair, combed back computer and vice versa, and walked slowly to the mirror ...
amazingly resemble the picture of my father ... the one I found in a suitcase, in which he was portrayed with my mother. Vamo-wearing the same clothes and the same look ... the villain were the same eyebrows, eyelashes, cutting of the eyes and the light at the end to them.
the mirror was in front of him ... I was encountering for the first time ... was to the effect that I always wanted to re-test ... the feeling that fate had taken me.
stroked face cold and smooth ... that would bend softly and stared at me and followed me to study, because too much time had passed and did not want to miss ...
That face was far back for me ... to be collected from my hands and be backed up to my ... supported, attack-ta ... ... cold and smooth the surface of the mirror and I found myself taken heat
consolation ... I fell asleep happy, on the bed of my mother ... my father dressed like ... facing the window.
When my mother entered the room, I awoke suddenly, gray-giving:
"Oh, my God!"
I turned suddenly and saw the terrified, his hands to his mouth and eyes wide open. Began to sob, hiding her face with her hands.
"Sorry ..." I tried "did not want to scare you."
She tried to calm down and sat on the bed to avoid falling to the ground.
I hugged her and felt the hot tears on his shoulder ...
"I thought ... I thought you ..." ...
I tried to say I kept my head and asked her not to talk ... there was no need for explanations ... we both suddenly realized that my pa-mother had never gone ... he had never abandoned stable and level-ro ... we had left in me, its trace, its sequel ...
"I want you tomorrow party dress so ... "whispered my mother sobbing
... I did not answer, because she felt so anyway without my voice.

the morning of the last day, I managed to get more sleep ... I woke up at ten ... and noises in the kitchen ... I am heartened at home ... my mother was asked to go to work later so I could re-greets courses ...
her ... "Good morning," greeted her ... she stood facing the window, con-tinues to wash the dishes to the sink and turned around.
"Good morning," he said after a few seconds, her voice breaking with emotion.
She was crying, but did not want I saw that ... I did colazio-ne, as if nothing had happened.
When he recovered, he began to give me advice on how I would do-vuto move, just arrived in town. He calculated everything and asked me if I was following every minute, if I understood exactly where I would remember the names of people and places that I should meet.
I nodded, but in reality I could not store all the information that I was upsetting him, as the sudden resurgence of a child.
My mind wandered far away ... and if I had given a location has-it, I would say that he was plowing the sea green of the hill, like a vessel driven by the wind, cut a wavy line, the hair grass
dense ... I looked again the window, beyond the glass, looking for some-one knows ... looking for Adele that never came.
not arrived with his smile and tell me that I had to stay ...
Still in shorts and tank top, I walked home, as re-greet the rooms where the walls ... I wrote my short story ... the soft-dense where I had projected the my dreams ... the floor where I had rubbed the first time ... looking for does not know what the windows-vo ... expectations ... the tub baths in the imagination ... Things
have a thousand meanings. Although at first glance seem unnecessary expressionless or are pregnant with meaning ... ... the things that normally surround us ... loading of our energy, our emotions ... ... all absorb like a sponge ... and we exchange energy with the outside ... because we are not waterproof, but we are part of everything and we are composed of his own estab-lish
... If you learn this, we would understand how important it is to feel good in the place where we spend more time ... what is important to us as-resembles that encourage us, give us positive energy
... I left that place ... that place of life, then being in an unfamiliar place in search of a spot for me ... which is recognized and find its place ...
Of this I fear ... not being able to finish and for sen-TIRM in foreign ... background, I knew nothing of the city ... I was only the stories of her mother as a reminder ... but things change quickly in the city and who knows if what I told her, now, was only an old photograph that does not seem like the reality.
I dressed in the clothes of my father, my mother was watching the mind, through the open door to the kitchen. I looked in the closet
a belt to tighten waist pants a bit 'big and they rolled up to the ankles, as too long, because that was my way of dressing ... from rustic!
The tie, which he never had to be dissolved because neither I nor my mother knew it again, forced to loosen and tighten it, it had become unwatchable ... even his shirt collar was a bit 'big, like the shoulders of his jacket ... I decided to keep it in brac-ing ... it was hot, I giustificai!
"How are you all right," she said, sincere, my mother ...
I knew I was a bit 'ridiculous ... but it did not matter ... she looked radiant and moved in
look at me ... I think it was even harder for her having to healthy, to see me go away, so ...
dress would be like to lose for the second time her husband and me for the first time, simultaneously.
I took the suitcase by the door ... the departures are also new i-Nizi, I thought trying to me strength, and then I decided I had av-Viarme the wall, where I met Adele, to greet her.
prefer to see it so ... I was simply going to greet A-dele.
"You're leaving so soon," asked my mother convinced of making mistakes.
"Yes, I have to switch to a healthy person," I said. I did not want to tell you that I would see Adele ... I did not think I was an-cora clinging to that possibility or that I had not decided to leave.
"You had made the girl, then?" I asked trying to pretend to be al-Legro, "you have always been reserved and mysterious ..."
I did not understand exactly what he meant, I never felt mysterious and ... a way that output seemed to confirm to herself that I was grown and had already started to have a secret life and only mine that did not agree with her.

did not answer ... The reality is that everyone imagines and feels ... not something objective and clear for all to see ... I was convinced of this-to ... whatever I said, the reality was that she saw, perhaps the ... what she wanted ... ... because negargliela?
I took the straw hat with black ribbon ... and I pressed him on the head of curls. I was ready. I was ready?
Who cares ... I realized that I was accepting a decision that I had never taken a ... enterprising way that I did not want-ing ... a life that I wanted ... if I had become great, be-cause I should obey?
Because sometimes the sacrifice to make a person happy is worth more than o-ach other thing ... you know that she was happy for me ... and that I would be happy for her ... but in the end who would have been really happy with himself?
was not the time to think ... I had a bus ticket in his pants pocket ... a myriad of names in my head, addresses, people ...
I opened the door and I realized that time was slipping away fast ... it was mind-noon!
I had to go to the wall by Adele and then run to the bus stop, somewhere else of the country.
I looked at my mother backed firm produces the door, hands in the pockets of the apron ...
not came forward to kiss ... it was still concentrated in the part of support.
I rushed and I kissed her on the cheek, so hurry up and cool-vo ...
Then I walked away ... and I imagined what they were seeing their oc-chi ...
My father would go with the cardboard suitcase and the clothes Tues rone-walking in the sun ... ... ... between the white powder for the second time ... to the city ...
Then it was because he had admitted to a clinic where they made checks on her diabetes.
Continuous infusions of olive leaves did not serve a lot ... he had already had two heart attacks and the last was serious.
My mother could not accompany him to leave me, I was a child and so decided that we should have to stay home waiting for him. But he did not return ...

He never returned.
does not matter if the tears are not paid ... if you do not become shiny eyes and the voice does not break ... suffering is not what you see ... is not a demonstration ... the pain is deep-cover av and freezes the soul
Accele heart ... the pace and got to the wall, ten minutes after half-day, but Adele was not there ... Gee, but that had happened? Ma-gari had not remembered the appointment ... I I could not wait ... well I just re-run to the bus stop, otherwise ... just think ... ... I just hope the move ... the hope was dead!
I could not afford to miss the bus and disappoint-but my mother ... quell'addio was quite tragic enough to repeat
... I gave the last look at the hill, the house is not seen and courses across the country, the bus stop.

arrived breathless at the bus stop ... a moment later the bus arrived, raising a cloud of dust and dirt road in the misty hot
... For a while I believed to be a mystical place, lots of light and to blur the ... White appeared to have co-dissolved forms and values \u200b\u200b... is the glow that came out ... the face ... the face of Adele.
was visibly tired, exhausted
I would say ... "I looked everywhere," she said with the little breath that had remained
am ... I looked at the bus stop, waiting for me on the side of the road.
"Adele, I'm sorry but I must go!" I said without taking his eyes off the bus and by going in against. I felt
grab his arm. I turned to Adele.
The driver of the bus looked out the window and shouted, looking at me:
"So? Do you want to move? "
" If it can go, "answered Adele crying ... even before weaving little-understood ...
The driver gave her gas and left us in the white powder ...
stunned, waited for him to vanish aura of enchantment.

Adele smiled at me ... "I waited at the wall, but when I saw that late, I could not desist from seeking a home where your mother told me you'd taken the bus to the city, so I have achieved here! "lights-go.
"Adele! Maybe you do not understand? You made me miss the bus ... just because you wanted to say hello! "I shouted in a rage ...
" Not because I wanted to say goodbye, but because I wanted to talk to you! "It said.
"It's the same, I do not see a reason ... ... or you could write-I communicate through my mother!" I said I changed the bag and throwing to the ground to sit on.
"It does not matter, what matters is that I had time." He tried to calm down.
"But I do not ... and because of you!" I said pouting with arms crossed.
She knelt down to look in my eyes.
"Speak up! I'm curious to know what you had to tell me so important, "urged the.
After a deep breath and began:
"The gentleman was in a bad mood all the time ... and I almost never addressed ... the word had not even opened the package with the frames adjusted until this morning. "
" unpredictable behavior ... Adele! What's interesting in what you're telling me? "I asked incredulously.
"But this morning ... call me ... I have reached for the first-time in his room ... he was sitting on the bed, with the frame in front of him and the paper in the box wide open on the deck. NEP-he has not even turned around when I heard her go ... I just asked if there was someone with me, the glassmaker ... I do not know what to answer and I told him that I was alone and then he repeated the question, as if realized that I was lying ... so I said that you were there .... "
"Adele!" I stopped, "truly does not matter ..."
"Instead it has ... as soon as I told the truth he asked me to call you ..." she said enthusiastically.
"What ...? Maybe he thinks that I have paid off the glass of the frame and I want to thank? ... But they are wrong ... and now no longer matters .... " Adele
silenced grabbed me by the shoulders and said
"Maybe you do not understand! You're hired! "He shouted in his face exploding with happiness.
I looked incredulous, without making ... my clothes were com-pletely Matidia sweat and felt like I was still breathing the dust raised by the bus. The feeling in the nostrils and mouth.
I felt the wet fabric of the shirt, attached to the skin of the forehead and curls ... I burst into my head ... I took off the hat with a gesture of rebellion, and I loosened my tie unbuttoning his collar.
I was hired.
I was hired!
I burst out laughing in front of the face of wavering Adele ... then she followed me and our laughs and cries swallowed any other ru-more, rumbling like an empty room ... I was hired!
el'abbracciai I jumped up and the laughter turned into syn-gobies, in a loud tears of joy ... she held me tight and sweat mingled breaths ... and tears ... and the hair and our souls ... We were happy ...

unison ... There's nothing more beautiful than the shared happiness ... because in reality Happiness is not a half, but twice ... double happiness little authority and vibrant ... doubly true.
As soon as we were disconnected, we looked to tell us in silence, his eyes, everything that was superfluous to say, but essential to communicate ... She understood that and I was grateful that she was happy, not only for the fact that I found a job and I were no longer forced to go into town, but because I shared with her that her vocation and mission ... and would no longer be alone to fight and perhaps because the hope that things inside the house could ro-change was less and less a chimera and was turning into a project concrete.
you, with my suitcase and I, with my jacket and hat on one side and her hand in his hand, we walked toward the house that is not seen. We met the people and the country faces an ever-vidual and we knew how our pockets ... it was all extremely unique. It was a world watching us ... we realized that our happiness and reflected
... Then we came to the wall, and that place made us smile ... I was bit- the wait ... ... for both the boundary between the village and the house that would see us share our time, from that moment onwards ... would contain
our souls ... We left behind that edge of rocks, waving his pen serum-... and we dive in the sea of \u200b\u200bgrass, along with her ... I
I felt safe ... and let her drive that innovation boat, the waves harmless liquid hair and sparkling emerald ... ...
Just in front of the house ... on the gravel, I tried that first ni-circle day ... it was still there, forming a sort of question-vo ... we entered secondary entrance, as befits to-person service and lead in the darkness and cold.
not remember them so sharp and dense.
"Wait here," she asked.
I was in the kitchen and tried with the view, now adapted to the darkness, the things I had already seen and what I had failed to see the last time ... the table with marble top ...
the sink ... I have sat in the rocking chair and looked at the suitcase on the ground ... my shoes are white with dust ... fast, we walked on his hands and then ran to the sink to rinse ... I scarruffai curls and I took off my tie the knot with the horrible, I rolled up his shirt sleeves and rimborsai
in his pants ... "Amedeo ..." Adele was just Entry into the kitchen "... I'll take you up from the ladies!"
I made to take the case, as knee-jerk reaction ...
"I think you can leave the here!" he said, smiling.
I was embarrassed and excited ... that man was not the kind that puts people at ease ... anxiety rose with me on the stairs of stone ... in a dark corridor
lost orientation ... but I followed the steps of Adele ... with its hooves noisy. He stopped in front of what I imagined to be a door, where she knocked ... crack open a thin, whispered to me to come in and walked away.
I was left alone and did not know what to do ... Yes, I know, I had to go, but I was not ready, I was afraid I could not ... ...
"Next!" violent "said the voice impatiently.
I went with the same courage with which a suicidal pulls the trigger.

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