Larghi fiocchi cadevano lenti rendendo invisibile il paesaggio e difficoltoso il passo, ma non i pensieri. Sua suocera non le aveva risposto, nemmeno una parola... mentre lei cercavadi giustificarsi per una scelta fatta tanto tempo prima, quando ancora la gelosia, per quel suo senso del possesso che arose from the need to be loved, and that she had been still-or was it? - Bottomless abyss, dark pit from which no one had ever dared to approach, like a flaming torch in the night.
now invaded Fatigue, muscle after muscle, confuse your thoughts, and his step was heavy and the snow was lit with gold, becoming light yellow and hot that made her slip into sleep hated dreams - colors that are too violent, the troubles - a world that only rationality imprisoned, walling him alive as a convict imprisoned in an impregnable fortress and forever.
"So, what's decision to make?" the voice was trying to be nice, but it was dried and too high. Not to mention that required it to make a decision. On what? He narrowed his eyes and seemed to meet a gaze that stared at her coldly.
"So mom, even the Father ..." You put him well, as my father had called her son, calling the shots. He had just explained that the anger was still there, alive and well, to give him a feeling of blocking the stomach. And if he, the son, had the right to let go in the snow to keep warm in the arms of the greedy owner of a bar of boys, she had the right to make this choice without having the balls between her ex-husband .
"It would be the best choice!"
But look - I think - è arrivato anche lui, mentre riconosceva la sua voce e il profumo del suo dopobarba.
Era una vera e propria riunione di famiglia, peccato che considerandola importante quanto il due di coppe non le avessero detto nulla, né il marito, né il figlio, né... Be', questa era la più bella: c'era anche il suo compagno.
Da chi era stato invitato? E da quando lui e il marito si frequentavano? Eh, già, ormai andava di moda la famiglia allargata: tutti a far finta di essere superiori, immuni da rancori, ripicche, tutti insieme appassionatamente a mimare di volersi bene, di essere preoccupati per le paturnie della ex moglie, ex compagna, ex, ex...
Se vi aspettate che give you the pleasure to meet you wrong - he thought, taking refuge behind his closed eyelids.
I heard circling that word, annoying like a mosquito: pretending! Not to understand, not to hear ... pretending, pretending.
Pretending what?. It 's funny how people who should know better, do not listen to us, we do not look at it, perched on the assumption of knowing all of us to assume a way of being of itself immune from changes. But the life there runs on without a trace, the lives we change, we change. Not more interested in their opinions: she wanted to live, to do something for themselves, not to give to others, but to take, grab life by the tail ... and discover it.
He had known the man, trivially, that new condominium, comes a winter afternoon, carrying a sea of \u200b\u200bboxes and that piano that did not go anywhere, he had done cursing and swearing traps and drawing curious on the door.
If it was found in front, tall, dark, dark eyes and curly hair as a boy, just graying at the temples. The
smiled holding out his hand and telling her: "Do not tell me you hate the music, I just rented the apartment next to her and she had laughed in turn, intimidated by the look that hot as a slipped sull'interlocutore caress.
In the evening, he played on his door, bearing a tray balanced on a bottle of wine and a plate of spaghetti.
"Have you eaten?" and the smile already spread to the eyes that stared at her amazed, lingering on his lips as if to follow the geometry was the most important thing to do at that time.
"No!"
"So, let me company, but the wine I offer I always manage to find it ..." and had gone on patrol, opening boxes as she followed him, opening a path between boxes and furniture stacked to the least worst.
remembered everything about that night: the taste of wine, the music that he had played the piano, his long slender hands slipping on the keys and strong e. .. After, on his skin, with the same passion and security while the candle light - did not have the electric light - goes out fumigation and the night fills the room.
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