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Chapter 5

adrenaline.

"If there were words to express yourself, would not get any results from trying to scream, because in my throat as s'inchioderebbero grapes too greedily swallowed." .
It 'hard to take note of the writings of this woman destabilize.
lost in long and exhausting arguments about certain complex vicissitudes can only lead to two results, the solution or to doubt.
The question that remains suspended in the mouth and hovers like fog in winter days, clouded by fatigue for further analysis.
The doubt did not understand it and even not understood at all.

... because, first rewarded with a satisfying reflection, I liked it ... She enjoyed her, I enjoyed myself! That trinket did not want to wake up ... ... that breast covered with insects. Then the body is, why? My imagination interrupted by that body defenseless, it's just a metaphor? No no wait, it says that there was a corpse cold, a weak retail ... " so hot that the atmosphere of sex red tomato. Such tangible emotion, large and deep as the sea like a song of De Andrè:

"Any other staff of the paper no longer has any sense, but it did not take their dead. Inconvenient, uncomfortable, TRUE! But that breast ... "

hands twist the paper. His fingers caress unaware of their own actions and the ink, the fingertips until the task to give nails. The thin contact sculpts the rough surface of the paper and ruin the shine, forever corrupting those documents, as they have corrupted him, a sort of revenge at all fair. While the writing is deformed broken, the imagination wanders in the cornfield looking his body. wants to see him lying between the ears, full of pleasure. He wants to be the architect of that benefit, those whispered words, he wants to be the eyes that make exultant. The hands look for other pages, the other explanations brain, the heart beats more. More simply, other words that those uncertainties dissodino slowly discovering a story, a life, of emotions of substance.
"Look at that fool, look what a fool."
All we want to be architects of a story that implicates us, which happens only when we leave the brain free not to judge. Free to be guided and not polluted by the superstructure of education and conditioning of hearsay, so it is Lei
This fascinates him and the witch. You! It 'an animal in the most beautiful and noble of the natural essence. She cleansed from harmful habits and makes him feel truly alive. What law enlightens him, elevates him to that state finally tried always makes him feel tangible and now intolerable behavior that led him so far to pursue the well-being as an end in itself, so much effort, so much effort and self-discipline, aimed to what? What has proved disappointing to discover that life is a play composed of a single act, most players played with expressionless and devoid of talent. What meaning have the trouble and corruption? What is the point if everything ends up taking the assets behind the same curtain?
"I'm not even able to be myself."
seemed impossible that these lines contain the antidote to disruptive and terribly clear the futility of the material. Chatwin in "Anatomy of" argues that the main problem of man is to have become permanent instead when its nature is nomadic. His fundamental malaise is just going against nature, daring to kill the instinct for being vacuous, always unsatisfactory and not at all honest.
Complying to the ritual of sorting, based on the title, it finds other sheets with a common denominator. Adrenaline! With its images in the mind, her between the fireflies, lives torn apart by the indecipherable harmony of a body cold and hard as concrete ... and begins to read.

ADRENALIN

pure adrenaline! I feed of adrenaline. I feel like my heart into a ball. Oxygen burning in the veins due to hyperventilation. Arms and legs very strong, tireless. The images come directly into the brain from the dilated pupils, you will crash and trigger the reaction in the cortex without requiring that the thought intervenes, pure instinct! The neck muscles contract hard, to counteract the force centrifugal curve. The sweat inside the suit which creates a microclimate strangely enjoyable even if damp. At the head of the words repeated a thousand times: "bent arms being straight with his hands still behind the wheel in position ore9.15" bust near the steering wheel, back almost vertical. " Like a mantra I wash the mind of worries and help me in the merger. Understeer in my car has always given problems, poor adherence. The front tends to go straight, but stimulates me. The difficulty in maintaining the course, and darting beside the trees, synonymous with death if centered at these speeds, they put me in body shock of pleasure pure wait until the last split second to ease the pressure on the accelerator pedal and the steering angle increases, but not at the beginning, only to the limit. That limit more and more subtle. Sometimes straighten the steering wheel, in order to understand better the final crush. There is the sensual thrill of speed, but the most subtle of a walk into the unknown, where the ticking of the hands should be synchronized with that of the nerves. Thellung a phrase that describes me. To control the oversteer when the rear wheels lose grip, release the pressure slightly on the accelerator pedal. Slowly, cool, remove the foot completely transferring the weight on the front, relieving the rear wheels lose grip further. At the same time, to counter the crush of the back, I turned the steering to the outside of the curve, but only to the extent and time needed to fix. "Simple countersteering! Fuck you have not learned? "His voice worried and angry at the same time I liked it. The great difficulty lies in determining the pressure on the accelerator pedal and performing appropriate corrections with the steering wheel. The play of muscles of the thighs and pressed against the seat created a clutch to my sex combined adrenaline and his presence makes me so excited animal. I wanted to remove his hands from the steering wheel and stroking. The first few times acted as his navigator always ended up having sex somewhere. The first time I put to the test, thinking that its evolution would have screamed like a hysterical maid nineteenth century. He had to change his mind soon. its operations were more risky than the desire to appear at the edge of life appealed to me. A spin that put us in the front of the machine between two pillars, which lacked the bars that served as a guard rail, looking at a precipice in the mountains, it was my baptism of terror. For a moment I tried it. Pure Terror! The heart block in the throat, stomach curdled instantly, the vision of the fall and we smashed shattered in my mind. An accelerated rate and a demonic laugh put me on guard. The rotation of the car and suddenly find myself facing the void, with only one thought in mind: "The gully!" The urge to scream I squeeze in my chest. The bolus of breath I suddenly went looking for a way out of the air that the sudden contraction of the stomach expelled. The lips did not allow instinct to scream to relieve me from that pressure. The nails I tore the inside of the hands, such was the power drained from the shoulders to the arms and hands, trying to counter the stranglehold that the empty stomach unleashed beneath me to the core. We were second in the balance. A second .. The difference between living and dying. The second figure out where it was all over and everything started. The panic that gave way to another feeling. I put the head to head and I turned to face him. "Bastard!" I was watching. I was studying. Eye to eye in a game of balance. The first to let go would have lost the challenge. Forces felt inside that I had contracted the intestines to relax the muscles to get off to tickle and suggest other nerve endings. I began to feel the mounting excitement fueled by adrenaline. "I liked it!" I thought. " I liked it!" I said. His sardonic laughter was the certificate of examination passed. Support his view, rather now he claimed my! I decided that I wanted him there immediately. More than my decision was a decision of my body. I reached out and took his neck. I drew her to me and kissed him. was a long kiss, bloody, cathartic. All the adrenaline channeled sfogai on him. The research as a breath of what I had taken. I did not care to be on the precipice. With just a little and would be flown sbalestramento below. It was the first time I tasted it from his lips the taste of those who survived. "Calm let us take off from here!" "NO! I want you now!" "You're crazy, if unbalanced, spread their wings like eagles!" "I know and you fly?" "Mad, mad!" Meanwhile, unbuttoned his pants and not There was no need for further efforts, he was ready. Take off the superfluous and salirgli was astride a moment. I took my pleasure to continuing to kiss him. I liked it! To him. He was enjoying a archaic, primitive, basic. Bodies that gave pleasure to death. From that day we experienced countless ways to find sources adrenaline. Always looking for maximum satisfaction. Until the climax! The infinite instant before impact. A stop-motion foam. A photo finish infinite trees of the advance towards me, or I to them? No! I'm sure! They were running toward me. In frame by frame to take-off, I felt the emptiness of accelerated free wheels by friction. The counter-steering in that race had triggered the pendulum, the reverse dynamic roll, I was so excessive counter steering to the outside of the bend, shifting the weight on the wheels inside the curve. The pendulum of the rear grip which incorporates instantly catapulted the car out of the parable. At that point approximately fifty feet from a group of oaks a hundred years there it was. He clawed my hand on the gear knob. Under the racing gloves listen to the same strength that impressed with my hands years earlier. A huge moment in which I did not prepare for, as sometimes happened in similar circumstances, contracting the muscles waiting for the crash. No! I enjoyed! Download the game from the neck broke into my body in an explosion of every particle of my being, bringing in a state of supreme ecstasy, fell deeper depths before rising to the brain exactly tearing impact instantly. That instant was the last of my early life. The next moment I catapulted into a new life in the port wounds in body and soul! But ... ... The adrenaline is always my favorite food! Pure adrenaline! I feed of adrenaline!

He closes his eyes and bowing her head back supports your back sweaty back, relax the nerves so far contracts. The same contraction that she had after initiation. A reaction which was not realized until the end of the reading did not put an end to spasm. Stomach feels the same feelings described by the woman. She relives the time of the crash frame by frame. The same excitement is taking him to have difficulty breathing. A discharge of static electricity. "Who is this woman? Because he wrote things so intimate and then moving on?" The leaves fall to the ground. His self-control vanished. His hands are unconsciously guided the research of getting the same pleasure from the experience. You know, knows that in a quick poll among dell'autoerotismo depths to search for a bottom contentment soft, filtered by a hundred mental complications, such as the innocent teenager wanted to be a beginner. "Ah, now that it is no longer a child, even the guilt wears off, eh? As you did it to forget so quickly?" Too late, even if there was another reason not to do it surely would face later.
hand, the right, bloody instincts tuner out of tune from care of the time, you just beginning the journey toward that goal, the rock body that often does not even feel right. Suddenly a trumpet made him feel like a child caught stealing money from his mother's purse! "This story is making me stupid! I forgot I had even called a taxi! Arrival! " Diving in the clothes literally, something unusual for him the random choice of clothing and dressing in bites and pieces, comes to take the funny means of transport. A bee-decked car means of transport to travel, hugging the old stuff, but in the context certainly in tune with the island's archaeological treasures, is tasked with keeping the descent into the reckoning with his past. Upon entering the small and limited, because of its size, space of the vehicle, trying to appease those who want to remember her presence and embarrassing disgrace of being a man! Throw away mind. The short trip takes him to the alley where he began his journey in this world. The duty to impose what it costs. Paid the driver and finding himself in front of twenty steps that divide it by the door, hundreds of times they had been counted in the afternoons of boredom, uncertainty puts it before. His body demands attention. Too shaken to the soul take those twenty steps back in time turns and runs away. Rapid strides in the past but always take him in a creek inhabited by memories affrancanti. A small beach used by fishermen. The sand underfoot signed so that the melody does not sound like it. A time to decide whether to remove or not. Just a bit of time but his gestures in front. I end up expensive loafers thrown under the first boat in line. Old fishing boats. Saturated with salt and stories. Reach for the warm wood chipped and tangere dall'increspato blue, painstaking work by the sea, turn on the synapses of memory. His father, a kind of Archimedes, who even attended the Prince Francesco di Villafranca Alliata first short film in Italian history underwater! That investment includes the compensation in a lifeboat made of wood, from a ship laid up, his eyes beautiful baby! had to planking the clinker, which is superimposed on the "caulk" and in a few months into a small yacht sailing cruiser, thirty feet '. Working days it could not proceed to sea fishing. In quell'arenile saw the tumbled glory by becoming an amazing charm. He participated in the mutation of the boat. They cleaned and sanded the planks of the bridge deck (fitted with great difficulty) of solid Iroko. For days after planting the "Mecca" to close the holes, designed to sink and tighten the brass screws, fasteners, after being soaked with resorcinol glue and drying the adhesive, which became hard as iron. Necessary to remove the excess remains solid, with chisel and abrasive .... and much elbow grease ... The thought is materialized: "To see my father every now and then look at me with pride infuses a force majeure, even if fingers ached and were nearly stripped. The accusations were still echo in my head a rewarding experience. The screams and insults colorful, magnificent heritage of our dialect, sounded like "I love you, but a real man does not say these things." I stopped for a rest while admiring my work muttered: "Pignata taliata 'a vugghi ever." Or in the works of more patience: I said 'u worms Nuci give me tempu cca' spirtusu you. What I liked most was: Ibbirtati and greetings which is riccu and nun lu sa. As was true! Who has health and freedom, is rich and does not know. I am now full of money, health, and are not free. I miss the freedom to leave the past behind. ". The hand continues to flow and with it the tactile memories. The days went on the sand by a delicate and hard work. should have been done without touching the planking of the deck, neoprene dispelled, that the work is finished and painted if he would do a fine show with its golden hues and color sparkling in the sun. Days and days of riding hard and exhausting, but it was happy! Contact with the shell still feel hot, so that the dips of nostalgia, makes you almost caressing it with passion. Scroll down the side of the boat as you scroll through the memories of the days following the launch of their work. The pride of travel to the islands all to see in command of their baby, was the result of hours of work next to his father. In his spare time went out to sail around the island with a good company of friends and girlfriends. I was a happy sailor on board, with various tasks, such as going to float the anchor, of course, in apnea, about twenty meters deep. Now one thing is to get tourists to enjoy the underwater world of the underwater world ... another thing is to float an anchor wedged between the rocks, building with their feet. "It was said that we needed" technical "but I would like to see them with lungs on fire and the air that ended well ... maybe I ended up a few sea urchin ... but it was a point of honor .... and when I could ... I felt heroic! Not even the mockery of Zu Peppe, he had worked with a blowtorch, for maintenance, oil platforms in the Persian Gulf to fifty meters deep with the diving suit ... A pace, I think, an hour and work four or more decompression back to 5:00 to 10:00 m to prevent the nitrogen in the blood, turning into a blood clot. If the pleasure in seeing me laughed out of the water out of breath after about three or four attempts, laughter scratched my pride. Then there were the girls on board .... Premium for me took away the spines of the hedgehog stuck on the soles of the feet, after applying olive oil necessary for that purpose. Girls ... tell her cousin, but was always girl. "
Those hands delicate and fresh, he'd forget! She starts to caress the edge of the boat thinking of the slender fingers that touched him. The prosperosità, abundant fresh and attractive, restrained by an indomitable button. How many thoughts and dreams about a nice button. In making the written notices that begins with the name of the vessel. begins to follow the contours of a finger. "Possible?" Pulsation repressed takes strength to only hear the echo of the thought of her thirsty. You! Even you! The faded letters forming a name that immediately unload the body in a compelling desire. Ladybug!

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on here anymore! Not feel the scent that had loomed for so many years in his memory. He expected to be accepted by the homeland by a profusion of smells.

Today is twenty years old when they left behind on his Lipari sailboat and moved away from the port of Marina Corta - leaving there his youth, family, friends and the pain of betrayal - the gusts of wind, unconscious, he carries the scent of orange blossoms. The flowers of bitter orange, in that season spread their scent and has since signed a pact between scent and memories. He felt the aroma whenever the mind back in time. It was the first of the disappointments that awaited him. Now only the smell of motor oil and heat it receives. It was not a welcome but a clear message of danger. "Be careful: There is no longer your Lipari" , but does not capture the information distracted by the operation of the ship. It 's always the same one always goes to Monte Rosa, then veers to starboard and go, elegant, fast, lay on the dock.

is allowed to go to the memories, pathetically romantic, landing at Lipari. One of the first time I went sailing in the same bay, crossed the steamer coming in, he had just read that sailboats have precedence over the motor, and the route went unconscious, to the collision. The ship roared his displeasure with three blasts on the siren, Lipari trembled, he stopped.
Then a sailor's Master's made a formal lecture, but forgave him.

Following the thread of memories can be found in front of the guy holding the sign VILLA HERMES is a complex of six houses in Eolian style: Artemide, Afrodite, Cressida, Demeter, Juno and Penelope. He had chosen the names given to the houses. Allows you to guide it back and to get up the formalities, the young man follows in the room with the bags and thrown them away with a tip. The view that awaits him is breathtaking: the open window overlooking the Civita, and all those places that they saw the star of a thousand adventures.

fatigue takes over. Leave your suitcases in a corner and closed the heavy tent by the blinding light of the window to defend the afternoon, stripped with urgency, even expected that the water gets warm soon. Insinuates itself into the cramped cab and under the jet begins to rub the skin cream to remove the sweat and fatigue of a long journey.

Naked and wet it throws on the bed in search of rest. Lying on the ancient bed of iron allows thoughts to analyze the situation. Forty years, successful man at the helm of a company that had created on its own, finds himself with many awards and personal satisfaction, but with no one to share them.

A movement caught his eye on the ceiling. A gecko, anchored to the ceiling inspects their hunting grounds. He remembers a lesson from Ms. Fraumeni, his old teacher: "geckos are the only reptiles with our own voice, that is an issue to which it is a hiss" .

"So you can talk?" asks "You know what am I doing here?" I know to explain why the urgency to reclaim a past that I thought I had buried forever? " The gecko does not respond, but begins on a path known only to him, because of rapid changes of direction, until it disappears over the cabinet. Follow movements with his eyes, ears accustomed to the nuances of every sound, sees the slight change of tone that has made the shuffling of the animal. The legs are little steps that send different sounds. Curiosity aroused in him the need for an explanation. Reluctantly gets up and turn the crooked wooden chair that was in a corner and estimated that it certainly will run some risk in the service, given the difference between the amount of his body and the thin bars of wood that make it up, climbs the animal to try and understand what has spurred this desire to know.

The green reptile looks at him straight in the eye, holding raised on two legs. Magnificent, proud and lofty, looking down the one side first, then the other. Looking in the eyes studied each other for a few moments, then with a quick click the gecko chooses to turn and disappear. Only at that point he realizes that there are dozens of papers on the cabinet and shuffled around, perhaps from the daily passage of Eco.

Yes, ch and decided it would be called Eco green roommate. It collects some, shake them together because the dust on the cabinet should not be a priority in the cleaning process.

The chair begins to complain about the overload suffered in creaks ominously, this does suddenly decide to terminate the inspection and get off with only part of the booty. The launch of the sheets on the bed, and goes to wash their dusty hands, makes some flapping over the bed, causing them to finish behind the pack.

"Eco do not you answered me! What am I doing here and who are these sheets?"

Continuing mentally talking to the gecko.

Back in the room. lies on the bed, she takes one. Rows and rows

penned with almost illegible handwriting and hasty cover each space.

lying on its side, to catch the blade with a sheet of light entering the tent, he began to decipher the writing.

god ladybugs. As I'm watching one now, who knows why the hate? Maybe they remind me of something.

This little ladybug, perfect, I do not remember how the story of the shot, it was a game between us kids, but I can think of. But now I remember why I hate them. HE had a shoulder shoulders. I looked at her. I see it now.

Red and black and moves in search of something, just like him. What are you looking at my body, because his hands touch me, I crawl on him. The wall is grainy, it hurts the contact with the stone, but he is pushing against the ancient stones of his house.

The ladybug swan on her shoulder, unaware of the fear that I'm trying. Perhaps when the crush that I'm trying to feel me against this wall? Crushed by the weight of this body. His body.

He is the best friend of my father. He is my neighbor. He is the father of my friend. HE is touching me everywhere and I repeat again that I do crazy, who can no longer resist, I must stop provoking him. It 's more than me. He has incredible strength. I never felt a force so the my body, he is the father of my friend, because it is pushing me against the wall and touches me, in fact I flays the skin with his rough and calloused hands?

crazy I do it? I have to think, I can not scream, in Clare's house, his wife can hear me. So? Now scream.

No. I solve alone.

"stop by, you're hurting me" "you make me crazy!" "Stop" "you're beautiful, you're beautiful" "Stop or I'll call my father" and his mouth I sealed my lips. With my hand grasps hair and use them as a hook to get me head down. It sucks his mouth, his tongue trying to open my lips. Now I do? I feel his hand squeezing her breast and then gets out and tries to open the button of his shorts.

I understand! I want to rape! HE wants to rape me! From the right ... What do I do? I can not push it away, is too strong. I hurt something in my back, maybe an iron check us and he crushes. I broke a nail, I broke a nail on his shoulders to push him away and you have not noticed anything. Reasons by reasons. Keeps telling me that I do go crazy, that I want.

Here, his hand. I open her fingers, why? Why him? Why me?

"You're hurting me Stop it" "You're just a bitch! And how many you have already taken?? My do not like? "From Franco stop, do not say to my father, but shut up" "a whore tease me every day, and now you'll see that the cease provoking" "okay now scream" do not cry but .

's so, I just realized: HE wants me and he wants my body. I like me. I like me a man, a great deal. He likes my body, even crazy about my body. God that hurt his fingers inside. I've decided. I try. "Okay Franco" "All right thing" and stops. It works! "Okay I do" "Have a bitch now you prendimelo" I slowly slips off the fingers from the inside, centimeter by centimeter, stench, and sweating. He caresses the shiny hands of my moods. I rubbed them in face, slips between your lips, I feel my taste. It 's strange, sour and sweet. Loosen the drive towards the wall, I can move from that few dare that I enter in the back. He still keeps me by the hair and with the other hand fiddles with his pants. Pulling me down, it hurts me, pulling my hair until I lean. Are bent and he was the member in his hand. "Come on bitch" pressed me on the lips. "Take it in your mouth, bitch," "How did you get in the mouth?? bitch open your mouth. " stinks, smell acid! I open my mouth, hit me with sticks it all in my throat, I have a retching, but he used my head and begins to pull and push against with your hands in your throat, I get acid in my throat.

lift up my eyes, he is looking at me. I look at him in the bottom of the eyes, the look inside, while continuing his rough dance, I look at it in the heart, is crazy, "God, I like you, you're beautiful and nasty, you're a beautiful bitch" and look at the soul .

HE is mine! He is in my power. It is I who command! I can control. I look at him and he understands! I look at him telling him, screaming with her eyes "It is I who command then bite with all the strength I have. HE screaming mad but I do not give up. Cane. Are you a dog. Men are dogs. Now you are no longer so strong. Now I am strong. Now I enjoy my dog. Screaming They pulled my hair to break away but I do not give up, I want to truncate. Then comes. A slap, me tremendous shakes his head and I let go. He draws back and I feel a strange taste in mouth. Blood. Then another slap, throw me to the ground. I take for my hair and bangs his head on the ground leaves.

Go, Dog. While I take off the end gravel bleeding from the face I see. Red and black and moves in search of something, the ladybug that was on the shoulder. The going on with the index and the miro crush, crushes. You have not done anything to help me bitch!

a man, he, I will.

labored to sleep that night, even for a moment I thought to tell someone, but I fell asleep smiling, men are just dogs, but I realized that I'm stronger than them and the dogs I know we do.

kidnaps him the story and totally not aware of having an erection. Carefully review trying to understand the essence of the author. He asks why someone should write a story so private and then walk away or hide in the room of a pension. He puts on his back, while a hand hold of the life partner trying to appease and distract him, as the demand for pampering which makes its presence felt, with the other holds the paper begins to analyze it and raised ... sentence by sentence.

must surely be young, maybe fifteen or sixteen, and he?

He was a friend of his father, therefore, certainly spent forty-five years. A my age or so. I do not ever
imporrei a girl, or maybe you?

He had never thought of or had ever been attracted to a girl. What power this girl had to lose his head for a man to the point of urging him to do too much action?

I wonder if the story was true or was part of a fantasy tale. The girl had not screamed, strange, something not quite right.

The first thing anyone would do in a situation like that, it would have been screaming, especially knowing that his wife was at home. Then, as the reason for this strange behavior. Maybe she was attracted man, or perhaps make the patient had played the game and then got out of hand, so he felt guilty for having whetted the appetites of a man older than her.

Or was it the fear and the shame of being in a situation like that!?!

could see his fingers clutching the girl's hair and forced her to bend down, and this gave him a drive. He had never been excited by violence, but the image of those rough hands through his hair and mouth fresh and innocent that he was compelled to endure the violation of a foul old man, who was not so old then, had more or less his age, brings out a strange pleasure.

He was torn between revulsion and empathy.

knocked on the door and it made him wince, like a child caught doing something forbidden.

"Dinner will be served between half an hour!" "Thank You" responds angrily to interrupt the running of his thoughts. It collects the papers, storing them in the nightstand drawer. He dresses and leaves reluctantly leaving behind the camera and the questions that the reading of the script had aroused.

blossom perfume or scent of eggplant and peppers, celery married in a triumph of the caponata, or smell of the tuna mixture to pasta with garlic, parsley, basil, capers, olives white salt, pine nuts and raisins, and still "Muddica atturrata" , with a little oil, and "cunsata" with oregano, garlic, parsley, salt and pepper and a little 'anchovy, which dusted off the layers.

A triumph of perfume pervades the hall and immediately pays the travel and tiredness.

The mysterious protagonist of the story is relegated to a room where these scents could not, for now, still to come.

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Chapter 2 °

Maurizio

h and excitement! Sixteen years and take all alone for the first time, five in the morning, a bus that eventually takes you to dreamland. Maybe I felt like Pinocchio? Perhaps the trip to the land of toys had to beat him to the heart and cause him the same thrill. Perhaps he felt ready to be the master of the world. I was. With my torn jeans, which were then only the prerogative of the real beggars and not a must. The strategic rumpled sweater, wide and ragged. I love that giant sweater, sometimes we slept inside. The long hair, curly hair, which made me a contemporary Medusa, ready to cut stone those who dared to obstruct the path.

Then the train.

The hustle and bustle of life that I have always eaten did not agree to that expected for central Milan as precise instructions of his uncle. So I get on one for Parma. And from there I can find only one door to Milan Garibaldi, which leads me out of the precise path that I had been assigned. Nell'ottantadue mobile phones were science fiction, so phone with a chip that came to his uncle's house to ask what to do. After the accusations to be somewhere else in the city tells me that in future I will have the words repeated thousands of times " Get a taxi and tell him to bring in Monte Napoleone, the two" "Uncle I have no money!" "Do not worry I'll pay" . This is the first taxi in my life ....

" Monte Napoleone in two!" hope that you do not pay in advance! Why look at me the driver? I look down and see my knees get out of jeans, I understand! Do you think that is a ragged and take it around! "please Monte Napoleone, the two are waiting for me" , good, you say like a queen! Fact part!

do not remember anything but the route to Milan to see my uncle in uniform waiting for me in front of the shop is a relief. The driver stops and make him pompous I opened the door " Please Miss, wait" and shows me the inside. God, how I reach out to close the gaping mouth of the driver.

I'm going to set foot inside the Gucci shop. Then it was just Gucci leather goods and sports. I had the honor of being present at the first show of the great absolute fashion brands. A few days before had phoned home to my father's brother: " you like to see the parade of Gucci?", "Uncle I do not want to study tailoring sportswear! And Gucci is old "," You're wrong there will be first show ". And now here I am: a step by myth. A firm hand on my shoulder, I turn and see two deep blue eyes, identical to those of my father, staring at me, angrily, from the bottom: " not touch anything, do not talk to anyone, do not move from there, wait for it after we errands, now I must go. "

He disappears inside, I expect, I want to savor this moment. I look around at the right is a giant bronze statue, horrible! Clumsy, ugly, " I'll never understand modern art," how wrong I was! Now I'm thousands of miles to riempirmici eyes and soul, but then again I had begun to unravel the tangle which would clue me in since led to visit the major museums in the world. So that mass of copper made me turn up their nose.

It is time, and within walking distance. The railings and drapes affixed to the window does not allow you to understand what is inside. One step. What noise is deafening. Another step. I'm in! Drills, hammers, dirty people, chaos and disappointment. No. That can not be paradise. Dozens of people busy in a thousand jobs are dancing a dance that I do not understand. I think the only thing I can do is sit in a corner. So I understand that they are dismantling the store and set up a walkway to serve as a natural continuation one of the two flights of stairs that descend from the second floor.

" Come let us go," c ome a dog I would follow the relative.

We climb up a magnificent machine. " where do we go?" "Airport, I take two" An airport! I've never seen. I look out the window at the buildings and people, how many people.

Airport! How exciting. My uncle is holding a placard with the names. Suddenly I see them: beautiful. One, in particular, attracts my attention. As tall as me, but she seems higher because it does not walk, fly. E 'in the air. High heels, thin legs, skirt impalpable that caresses the ankle. Must be a queen, a princess. It 's beautiful, it's the only thing I can think of. We align to the exit. The uncle in front, behind them and I, last. While walking I try to imitate it, I copy the way it supports only the tip of the foot on the ground, some with my shoes do not get the same effect. She gets in his car, nay! She flies like a butterfly flying machine in a window on a summer's day, and you are not watching that caressed by a gust of magic that emanates from its wings.

All the way that I do not steal, the rearview mirror, images of this girl amazing. I see how it moves, how he speaks, I drink your breath and try to replicate, although the pace of her breasts rising and falling with his breath to enter into symbiosis with her. I decide that "grew up" would become like her. Elegant, haughty, proud and divine.

arrival the girls go up for tests and I get to live once again the order not to move and not talk to nobody, abandoned in the pit of the preparation. I take possession of my corner and began to attend Mass in the making of the show. Down the first girls. Nice clothes but nothing that had not already seen or that I could not make me too. And then the technical Available as leaders, that make me even horror.

How can all those people not to notice errors so glaring? Absurd color combinations, which are trendy and are not disruptive, they are just ugly and that's it. Defects huge fit, and then the spots that the balustrade of the staircase reflects poorly clean background, even the labels visible and many other imperfections that are permanently down my interest.

so I begin to look at what really attracts my attention: the road. Smart people who spend all rushed, or taken from Mr inscrutable thoughts, girls dressed in the latest fashion that I do not deign to look.

" Hello, Who are you? " I turned and saw a man with large dark-rimmed glasses who looks at me with curiosity and interest. "I am the grandson of the driver Mr. Gucci. I came to see the parade. " "How is it then look out?" " Because here is tedious and can not do their job, good for Gucci bags do not make clothes" . "But you're sector" , and I with all the pride that you can have at sixteen, I say: "Sure ! I am a seamstress and taught sewing " He is not at all impressed as I want it to be, but it makes me a question I'm proud, " you, what would you change?!" and I am a river, a river, poured upon the whole accumulated disappointment in the afternoon telling how they can not be so egregious errors like those. I do a detailed summary of everything that I changed, and he makes me talk without interrupting. Finally I asked: "Are you the niece of the driver of Mr. Gucci, right? " Fuck! - I think - I got in trouble uncle! Now as I do. " "Yes, but he misses, I just had to stay here to look good!" " Well now I must go, hello."

and disappears down a hallway. I worried, I can already see my uncle fired! " Now I do?"

While I try to invent a plausible story for the wriggling awkwardly just combined, I see it go down. My butterfly! He puts one foot after another as if there were no gravity. The dress lives on. The body and the fabric as they dance lovers. Register mind every single movement of the hands, arms, a move that makes the neck to whip the air with her hair.

"A nch'io will become such a woman! "

is the covenant that I do with myself! And my butterfly, when it leaves the runway, if you carry my sorrow for the trouble that I would do. After half an hour , finally bored, I decide to leave. I start to walk down the street and I get kidnapped from Milan.

After a time I can not define the entry but I have returned a little one man stopped me and tracagnotto " Where Do You Go? "" Inside! " As if it were the most obvious thing in the world." course, now the beggars are from Gucci ", he says looking at me from below. then I remember that I was dressed Fatton ! "I am the grandson of ... I came to see the parade, call my uncle! "" Of course I later so you do what you like, steal what you want here, go away or I'll call the police! " Well, now I kill my uncle, I know!

Luckily I see him looking out, his face purple, "Where were ! I'm looking for an hour! "" He does not make me go! ", I was saved! "From hurry, take this tray and bring it on" I take the huge tray full of drinks and snacks and I start on the ramp opposite to that which served as a catwalk! Completely focused on not to drop all, I find myself in a room full of busy people, I look up and

... they were all naked!

girls to be dressed like dolls, without the slightest shame. I can not speak and do not know where to look.

Then she appears. My brain has a short circuit. It is not her, but she did say it was the SHIT! She has breasts and has ... I remember today as the sound of my brain that shatters like glass tray that I let go. I hear the splashing of the beverage on the legs, the eyes of everyone in my direction, some people approached me, but I'm staring at something that should not be there! I do not understand! So do not

speak or family or at school about sex, let alone hermaphrodites.

Not even the trannies had never been appointed, at sixteen I could not understand what could have happened. I had the chaos within me.

And she stares at me, is approaching, I am to caress her face whispering: " Treasury has never seen an angel, right?" fingers touch me I get an intense emotion, intimate, strong, what I will understand it was only after an orgasm. A transcendental experience.

Suddenly everything disappears. There remains only my shame.

pick up the pieces and try to powder, but in my mind that the film runs only hand that I touches and the words:

" Treasury has never seen an angel, right?" ...

not remember the journey home and as I did to prepare me. I remember I was sewing a beautiful dress, which emphasized my body, which had nothing to envy to that of the models, and then put my high heels ...

My uncle from the invitation that I must show the entry for him to take the "Gucci". Guarding the door is the hatch afternoon. I support the call in the basket, looking into his eyes. Lights, recognized me and whispers, " Congratulations, a great change ". It is guaranteed to be beautiful. Inside there are all sorts of people, with Arab robes and turbans, elegant ladies with hair colors and other absurd people who flaunts money. After half an hour already collect calls on a boat and two of four bids for the post-parade festivities. My eyes store every detail, every word. Start! Everything is perfect! It seems that a spell has been just made. He disappeared the dirt, his clothes put accessories suitable hours, and disappeared by magic defects and mismatches.

then drops her, or him, no, the angel. As I am totally

kidnapped. Maybe it's a man, or maybe it's a woman, but what do I care! I want to be her! Indeed not ... I want her! I want her physically, I want to touch, kiss, breathe! I want her!

For some long moments, our eyes meet and I lose. Then he turns and goes up the scale. Everything ends up leaving a bitter taste! I want it.

spent in a room for the buffet. A rose to all the ladies, then salmon and caviar. I had never tasted. I do strength and put them in the mouth.

" God ... henceforth only eat salmon and caviar! " Even my ego is fleshed out with dozens of calls and lots of compliments until they feel" Miss, please, they want there. " You my uncle, and the tone does not bode well behind that fake obsequiousness. " If I broke your heart now, not dying anymore! " I follow him. As soon as we were in the corridor Who did you talk today? " ," With no uncle, " " Are you sure? " ," I dropped the tray! "," Not I think it's a tray "," Where are we going? "Now shut up and then we'll talk about."

Marie Antoinette to the scaffold! From the palace to the guillotine! I'm a tornado of emotions. We go into an office and there is the man with whom I spoke in the afternoon!

" did you like the show?" , " is nice, they put in place a bit 'of things ..." , I think the parent has failed oxygen. "Well . I've enjoyed the pleasure! " Reach out" Pleasure, Maurizio Gucci " ," But Gucci is not an old man? " From laughter I understand that my thinking is done out loud! " you referring to my grandfather, I believe! " .
You may want to die twice in one day?? " I congratulate you, I have applied all your suggestions and I'm wondering if you would like to come and work for us." , "No sir not kill me, I changed my mind! Wait! "," I ...!?!", "You talent and audacity, will you career! So what do you think? " ," Mr Gucci I. .. I ... " ," Just Mr. Gucci, Maurizio are now on! "

It was Maurizio!

Blood Blister On Tonsil

Chapter 3 °

Morfeo

ends dinner with the Malvasia di Lipari, cool, amber-colored, fruity, yet it brings with it intense and persistent Valledichiesa in Salina. He's drunk on a pair of " spicchitedda , biscuits with mulled wine and roasted almonds, flavored with camommo, a pepper cloves, arrived from Jamaica, and is used only here to give this particular flavor of the rare biscuit. Dinner was excellent, perhaps too abundant, well-cooked dishes, rich in Mediterranean flavors, literally washed down with a bottle of the legendary Mamertino white, so precious and rare.

So can not wait to go back to bed and get to finally air the lungs. You close the world behind the door to what will be coming back for a few days, his world. The hurry to undress and take a shower and then frozen, with the towel that makes him the sarong, go to the window. A few steps from the porch stops.

Order.

"I have to unpack your suitcase and bring order" .

Elegant clothes, a legacy of work, and a set of pants and polo athletes end up stored carefully in the closet. So the shoes and loafers, underwear and toiletries. All lined up and ready to use. Order, order and order has always been her grief, surrounded by the urgency of a reassuring attitude and immaculate. Have a plan, drawn up a list for everything, an agenda that stick to the commitments, and now with technology the apotheosis of programming has made him a fan of regulation time. The handheld at all times for appointments and the erudite of all information. The best of hi-tech keeps in constant touch with the world. But in this land, even after his arrival, they have become obsolete accessories.

"No, no, I have to program them, I have to connect and see how the world is heading - think - I have to decide what to do, or what they are. What a stupid question. Of course I know what they are! What I am?"

"It will be the wine! First I want to run away and now I want to ... What? What could I be?"

A slight shuffling announces the arrival of Eco.

"Hello old sponge! Gone are partying, you recur at home? This is not a hotel" .

do not believe it! I'm still talking to a gecko!?!

Now the room is immaculate, except for the pile of leaves that are scattered on the bed. Two went in the suitcase, found them next to it and play with them has placed himself thinking "If fate has brought you out from the others, who am I to change it, I will read to the last" .

"Hey! Eco?! Where are you mushy green?!?"
Looking around it is ready to escape on the jamb of the window.

"You're taking I om'inviti to leave? "

Years of work on himself to remove habits with the ability to approach life and commitments with phlegm, the desire for revenge and to get there, to break through and then to maintain the coveted status forced him to have the situation under control at all times and be surrounded by order and discipline. It is required to tidy the room, but the bed, or its contents are not touched, ignores them. The sense of duty and the phobia to have a place for everything and everything in its place the mesh, detaching it from the pile of words sleeping on the bedspread.

The deck is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, definitely loving and experienced hands they have woven, given the magnificent embroidery and laboriously woven fringes that make fictional evocation, generations of women must have enjoyed and suffered under those weaves expertly knotted.
A movement of the pet from distracting thoughts and attempts, or perhaps his practical sense satisfied by the task being performed at last allows him to indulge what he wanted for the whole evening.
"Eco Wait!"
Grab the first pile of papers that comes and goes out on the terrace ... it's breath-taking:

unripe stands out in the evening, left, Lipari, with its lights, its harbor, the boats at anchor dangling, almost in the middle of the bay in front Navy long, right Vallemura the west of Vulcan, the stacks ... all more than you can imagine herself in that light does not light, even if it preserves the memories of the last sunset ...

Quattrocchi is already the hill, to be at Lipari. the sea breeze is cool ... but there is a need, it draws a compelling and makes it restless. With eyes full of beauty decides it's time. Look through the pages trying to decide what to read. Some papers reported on the top side of the words: Mauritius.

Who is it?

is lost in reading.

"This is good, he looks as bewitching the driver and the porter, and Mauritius, and uncle suffers the same charm, it has what it takes, and then a strong scene of the hermaphrodite ... there was something that should not be there, he sees his lost and bewildered in front of the model ... "

" Surely this is a novel, I do not think that this fact might have been. Imagine ... Maybe this is the story of the hermaphrodite! Come to think of the scene does not make me laugh so much ".

" Eco ... what do you think? "

" No! As a young girl was beautiful, I do not think her parents have helped to have an identity as young women if ... if ... if he had something that was not to be there, oh! I took this phrase a lot ".

The smell that wafts around at night and the moths that keep him company, are the picture frame in front of him. Meligunis Lipara as the Greeks called it , their store of obsidian, one of the few places on the planet to boast about 6,000 years of continuous civilization, the profile of Civita in the distance, a single figure drawn with charcoal on the horizon. The refraction of the moon on the sea's kidnap thoughts and leave him drained and tired by now aware of the curiosity prevails. Returning diligently puts the towel that has been the buff accessory nude and ends to pick up the remaining sheets. Every now and then tries to steal a few sentences, but the spelling, bad, prevents him from capture more than a few words.

"Maybe it's just a man to write ... but I'll think about tomorrow."

is the most popular scent, that of laundry fresh and clean, just change the sheets. When you go to sleep with his grandparents ... then yes!

were those white linen, all linen fragrance, and hours and hours of lying in the sun made the white fabric. These sheets are reminiscent of those old today and the smell goes into the ghost head memories, but it readily escapes.

"Eco goodnight!"

A quick and easy way to exorcise the demons of the past that claim to be able to finish the game started 20 years ago but lost the first match against a team made up of travel, perfumes, emotions, food, sweets and the excitement of a meeting, an encounter with an entity Vergante exciting words.

Morpheus claims him, the son of Ipno and Night, with its wings whipping noiselessly and with its mission: to send dreams to mortals through two gates, each built with horns, the other in ivory. From the first true dreams take shape, the second those deceivers. Tonight will decide which input to use?

from sleep to dream is a passage fluently.
Here! It appears, coming from the water, white in contrast to the black sands of Stromboli, recognizes Old Forge, a boy walked the beach for those three hundred yards on foot starting from Scari to the south.

The girl comes forward and he knows with certainty who is the girl stories. Tapping. You've never seen an angel?

The flowing robes shine like the sea in love. This curious incident is caused by organisms that possess a substance, luciferin, releasing a large amount energy form of light, without heat emissions.
In nature, the blue light penetrates into the deep ocean and serves to call for help; light when the organisms are endangered and are threatened by a predator: it takes place so that a larger predator is attracted by the light that illuminates the smaller and micro-organism is no longer in danger.

But she seems to feel in danger, and indeed uses light as a part of himself, could not be different. Levitation with which he moves makes it be a fairy, but the hand that touches him is real, warm and soft, smooth skin that conveys an aura that excites and awakens from stupor making him want to touch it. His body is pulsating, there's no shame there is no obstacle between them.

You can discover and enjoy the contact and he discovers the skin a silky, almost the only, fearing it disappears. Her hands also glow of that light blue, and billions of stars sparkle in his fingers like sand slipping and alighting on the ground are going out. The eyes in your eyes tell you their experiences. Learn all about each other. You no longer need words to understand each other, are the souls who are finally divided by the time the whole.

He listens to the will to live and die in her. Dying in those clear waters. The intention to finish the story of his life immersed in the sea gods. Going to join the family of the nymphs from which she comes. The desire to save the intent and the urgency it requires him to grab it, shakes the slender arms toward you. The embrace becomes the crucible that merges the two bodies. The contact with its members reveals the urgency of being one with the soul of the woman. He wants to kiss her, but something prevents him. Its strength vanishes abruptly. Feels to be completely subjugated to the will of the goddess, her hands moving to her orders, they go on back, come back to the neck, see your fingers slide along the neck, drawing circles on his fingertips in a neck massage that slowly creeps through her hair, soft and fine. The hands are now immersed in that wonderful head of hair ... and then suddenly turns into a tangle of snakes. Long animals that twist and tie him inextricably. It amazes

not to be afraid of the beasts, he understands that part of his being. It feels the insinuation on the body, back, and a thousand writhing on the coils and then enter the skin. He feels the energy that is infused and the soul of the girl who finally branching out in his being. Become snake himself, the entity that has kidnapped and start with the waves.

see clearly the spirit of his Circe, who transformed him into a lion it pork, but if a snake is part of itself, to continue along the black sand, but without leaving footprints. In the mind a thought that feels to come from repeating itself, but now I suffer no more! Come with me, I was waiting forever. The water welcomes him making it a single thing with the waves on the surf beach. His being as it liquefies and goes with him she returns to the liquid as if it were just one element of which is composed. A last look and then the soul are one with the sea through the night, both have become a mirror for the stars.

How Much Does A Backyard Ice Rink Cost

Chapter 4 °

LUCCIOLA

the alarm with the notes of Carmen Jones in the head and a strange feeling to have the bones liquid. Flashes of the dream linger in your head. "I'm going to take in this story." With the movements of the cat stretch, stretching and arching his back, puts in the lymph circulation, dozing with him late in reinvigorating it. "I would not spend a euro in favor of the fact that I would be awakened again at home. House? How many years do not consider this land my home? This is not my home. Today I will go and see it is made. .. I'll do a tour of the island also. My island, so this is mine, I will be part of it. With you, wonderful, damn damn far away, now I come to terms. There are, I have recovered! ". The nostalgia pervaded the for some time when he left. The distance then expectations changed in the longing: for twenty years in fact, it was imagined that scene, he had studied the minutiae of his triumphant return, the olfactory and visual arts, colors, sounds. Proficiency in the language and remove the inflection that marks it had cost so much effort and sleepless nights, studying and applying the exercises in diction. He created an empire for himself, but rather to show that he was right! On arrival However, everything seemed very different from what had previssuta, as if half past existence there had been overwritten by a facsimile less appetizing. The satisfaction was muted by disappointment, encouraged by the fact of not being able, after so many years, to be amazed and enjoy some small things, you could return winner and acclaimed but there is no one to greet him. A strange chain of events had taken away the family without even time to realize the compensation to which he had worked. He does not feel pain, perhaps anger. Can be so susceptible to emotion? If it was asked many times and now I felt the need to fretting over the fact.

- Maybe life has changed me, my senses are probably less genuine or truly pains have disappeared along with the odors. I feel something! It is bread?! . -

Waking up between those sheets had momentarily disoriented, but he had a scent as a beacon to the appeals. The smell of bread caliatu, a sort of biscuit pan, which will keep for a long time due to the fact that it is left long in the oven, until the death of the coals, brought him back in touch with his roots. Now that he has given himself the time to analyze the scent that makes you feel in mind that this is different, maybe ... Yes! E 'cunsatu bread. Surely they were soaking in hot water and condendo wonderful and fragrant with oregano, salt, oil, and oil means oil here, no need to specify another, tomato, tasty tomatoes that the plumpness which may be the only Sicilian land. So why not feel the urgency to run and look where that emanates subtle fragrance. The muscles claim motion, action.

The gift that welcomes continuing stretching on the balcony is unexpected. A sailing ship is slowly moving away behind the white steeple of the Cathedral of San Bartolo. Time expands and extends until the ship disappeared behind Monte Rosa.

" My boat .... who knows where else? I read a little more and then I go from sand to breakfast, then do the round of contracts. I'll try to fix the paperwork and find someone to take care of clearing out the house. "

The real reason that he reported back to the places which he had sworn not to ever step on the legacy of the settlement is family. There was no one left. Only. Only he survived that island, why was he gone? If it is asked so many times. Escape saved him.

A quick escape to the bathroom to come within the neat things, shaved and dressed. From the glass door to enter an amber light, that colors the entire room, making it fair and warm. The few paintings hanging, representing mostly landscapes and boats, take an unexpected vitality, restoring to them the splendor of the places from which they draw inspiration. It takes a few sheets and it comes out to lie in the fantastic and inviting sofa. Must admit, those manuscripts are so magnetic it is no longer ignorable. The curiosity mixed with a strange sense of excitement.

There is no waiting in its type I, there is no prediction on the next episode. So what that allows him to investigate and watering scent drives him to seek a thread unwound from Arianna bring him out of the labyrinth in which fate had pushed him to have found the manuscript. What mechanism causes him to look in the papers, including those lines? Tears and smiles who wrote them are away from your desk or not? How much do those words feels close?

- How can a man give in certain mature intact and frivolity ... - continues to repeat itself despite the rest of the body points to a further taste of those memories so alive.

E 'flesh. In no uncertain terms what he feels is carnal. You know, maybe ignore it, maybe to show it. He was wrong when he thought it was just curiosity. Curiosity has long been buried. His vast empire of fear, which he believed to be killed and defeated, he surrendered to the lowest instincts. The awareness of desire to be the protagonist of the story is so cruel the restless, can not now seek to defend themselves.

He had acted according to what he felt, this is certain, and this absolves those who are not complicit in that horrible act of violence? The noise distracts the fragrant paper. Even he realized he had drawn from the pile of sheets and having complied with the sorting trying to find some linked by a link. Three bear the usual inscription at the top which they named "Firefly".

'smell of straw and grain, ground dry and dusty, the heat of the soil and the hassle of "stuga" as they called in the dialect of the pieces of stalk of wheat remaining in the soil after the pile-driving, in the back are tied to his memory. The noise of the river, which flows playing with pebbles between banks frascosi, has a refreshing lullaby. By closing your eyes and let the body through the soul linda, making the mind and open to renewed attention to be internal. The hidden part of you is never claims in the hectic day, but try in every way to send messages. Small signs to tell you that you're not constantly in competition, the real active and busy. Are you not the hyena crushing and trampling all reached the pinnacle of success measures such as the song Vecchioni "And the biggest conquered nation after nation, and when the seafront was a jerk because he felt beyond anything you could not win ..." Only after that the mind undergoes the transition of benign watery sounds you can hear the plaintive wail of 'soul reclaim peace. He taught me listening to soul, dialogue with myself.

We laughed like crazy. Lying between the legs to hide from the farmer angry because he had caught stealing corns fleshy, flavorful cherries that had the audacity to grow along an embankment of the road leading to river. Precariously on the wasp, was a real piece of tightrope walkers branches reach the dispensers of sweetness.

I still feel his strong hands reach out for me as the branch office. The fingers around my hips impressing in meat muscle strength used to toil and work. Seeks to extend its utmost to reach a branch that exhibits a bold charge attractive but unattainable. "From higher still, Get in the saddle! Are you a shrinking violet! I can not even lift me! "
I know I lie, I do it to tease him. I enjoy teasing him with epithets diminutive in contrast to his imposing size. Alto almost twenty centimeters of me is one of the few guys who makes me feel small and fragile. Its strength I was surprised several times. Raised was a game and at that moment I felt an extension of his arms. I wanted to get to the very rich booty. "Get on Guelda"

Giving names to machines and motion was always a fun way to play down the fact that our means were rickety remedies. A friend had an old Fiat 127, burgundy, with the hood stripped plaque, from which came a depressing color the gray mold. It was humiliating to walk around with that jalopy. One Sunday, while driving aimlessly wandered around the town, because it required ... She had just got his license, for which fact could not return in our thoughts the idea of \u200b\u200bnot showing off this achievement, marred only by the fact that in the tub did not figure that we wanted to play as the Where's My Car. Trying to turn the triangular window on the central pivot to open, I have left in my hand so I go out with: Lieutenant Kojak Look time you broke! Kojak was an inspector in the show we followed with amazement the afternoon, completely bald. This measure provoked the laughter that only boys can have. Warbling a laugh, not yet tarnished by the reality, full of dreams and expectations. Totally stupid and so real. The laughter that brings tears, so dim eyes she can not hold the road and overturned in the ditch we are. E 'unreal .. we continue to laugh with legs in the air and in the neck position unlikely until we see the head upside down by the father of a friend of ours come out of the window. We start to laugh hysterically. We hang out in force. Overturn the car and, after undergoing the various comments of ritual without paying the slightest attention, we share our bruised and "lieutenant". Its not noticed it! Kojak was just a little more bald than before .... Guelda was our white horse, although in reality it was a blue that with all the goodwill and the auxiliary of wikipedia I can not define.

So driven by the input he gets on my bike with me in his arms and ends up as naturally had to end. Lands between the gravel and tumbled down like a real goose starnazzai in flight .. so the dogs began to bark and alert the farmer. We were totally bruised. He tried to lift the bike and start again, but the base decided to get enough of us and raging stallion, oh Guenda ... ... ... raging stallion (I pause to laugh) (ok) proved to be the horse he was.

We run through the meadow in the woods and then heard the voice saying " I saw you, I say your father! " The race ends in a cornfield. Crouching between the ears not to see us try to curb the laughter and moans of grief for the blow outlet. Let go once just to see that we were out of danger, I tried to take advantage of the situation for the part of the joy that made me have sex with him. I wanted it. I never made problems to take what I want and at that moment I wanted, I told her eyes. She smiles at me and we lie between the ears. His mouth writes a story on the skin with excitement, sweetness and discovery. The hands touch me turning those receptors that language will explode. My pleasure is on its prevalence. For a long time puts me above meets their needs and only need to enjoy the insatiable demands. Sated and satisfied, no need to talk, I begin to replicate what it does to me. To then suggest what I did on the other. He understands the game! This allows you to request exactly what point we want to be paid back into attention. A long sequence that leads to a need that no longer satisfied with spasmodic be circumvented. Let's start a new agreement. Take us to the limit of endurance for even more delay in the limit. Each erotic game is to support in moving this limit. The modesty or shyness do not dare even to peep into that place of pure pleasure. Anything is allowed and whatever we do. And again! And again! And again! It is no longer my body. It is no longer her body! We are a unique being intent only to take pleasure.

The afternoon flew into the sunset and the sunset in the evening. My body was completely destroyed, content, crumbled, joyful, aches and pricked. Naked and shameless. We do not care anything. Just be satisfied and fulfilled we are. We do not have the strength to get up. " you hear?" "What?" "Listen!" Cicadas "" No, the river "'It is true" My hand was trying to reawaken the trinket. "Stop! You can not get enough! "" From dajaimo ???.." "I told you to listen! Play "" Ok I hear the river! " I start with the look of the spoiled child lying on her back beside him. "Close your eyes! Passed into the water " " I prefer something else .. "" Shut up Fool! Listen to the noise "" Do not enter the ears from the front but the talk of the river ". I begin to concentrate, I close my eyes and I realize that I can really let me in the face by the sound of water. "Now, filled her head and let it slide from the shoulders to the arms and inside each finger . His powerful voice whispered to me like, hypnotic way with which he speaks makes me really live what they said. "Now let it flow to the legs and bring them out of the way" . It 's amazing, the sound I flowing in and along the water, I really feel the fluid flow in and out of the way. Wonderful feeling! I find myself empty and light, free, I could float, rise. I open my eyes and ears around me I see around me corolla opening toward the sky. I realize that the fireflies compete with the glitz and feel his hand takes mine. I turn and I see that is looking at me like no man I have ever watched in life. Bring my hand on my face and takes me in a car caress. Time went by myself to him and from him to me. The minutes are immersed in his eyes and I with them and him in me. With me in exploring every part of the body, through my fingers I try to take the pleasure to touch. The ease with which I used to touch the skin sharpens the pleasure radiated from the contact. Now I am sure that this was the time spent with the other half of the sky most of my life. I know I'm not in love with him, I know what I like and unbridled sex and nothing more that unites us. We do not have common passions, we do not have dialogue. Our history is just a meeting of two bodies that are to satisfy each other. We shared extreme sports, adrenaline, made from tantalizing appetizers to our battles to bed. At that moment I went through with his soul. I lose touch with his eyes and I see that catches a firefly. "See you're so" "a whore?" "No! A being of light, which makes its way into the night. " me short of breath, his voice is a whisper. Closed one by one finger on the insect slowly "See if you held closed fist do not shine! I know I must leave you free to shine ". He opens his hand and supports the firefly on my breast. Begins to capture all the animals around them and puts them on me. I do not feel disgust, I've never been afraid of any animal and insect ancormeno. I feel the legs move and the changes that are about me. Some fly up. Closes his eyes and I do back across the river from the noise. We fell asleep like this: hug with fireflies that covered us.

Now that I have his dead body, deprived of its soul and my arms I realize that it was he who taught me that I had a soul. The I! It 's still hot, is not the first death that I see. I have no fear I'm terrified. I do not need to scream. I know that there's nothing left to do. We are in Courchevel during the Savoy. The climbing on frozen waterfalls was his idea to do something different and we enjoyed it so much that he had become a game look more and more difficult routes. We arrived euphoric, the waterfall is ours! I do not know how he slipped. I do not know if I heard the scream and the thud of the body. I do not know if I yelled. I do not know how did I get to the bottom. I know that there is thrown like a rag doll. I know it is dead. DEAD! Her head turned toward the back. An arm and leg bones from the flesh exploded emerge as a work by Arnaldo Pomodoro, allowing a glimpse under the curves and sharp angles that hide. I am sure that I can not do anything. I take the hand of the arm intact and began to accompany her in the same stroke that m'aveva taught. Kneeling in her blood waiting until I feel it is completely frozen. I absorbed until the end of his heat and the chill I hear him come in also takes possession of me. Still can not get up. The fog envelops my memories. I know that my soul clings desperately to her to prevent him from leaving me. I remember nothing else. I know that with him I found out I had a soul, and with him at that moment, I know I have lost it! My firefly goes out and the water flows!