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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!