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.