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!