Chapter 6th
Coccinella.
A simple word, written who knows how many years before on that boat, maybe with the intent to bring luck to those who sail the sea between the vertical, unleashes its synapses. The image in his mind, the red livery on the man's shoulder, who runs his own way, indifferent to the drama that upsets the child, it hypnotizes.
you realize you want to be the ladybug. You hear a witness to the metamorphosis that transforms from child to woman, 
without intermediation of an adolescence education.
The flashbacks come together in his imagination, mixed with that word creased, the repressed desire. Continue unknowingly with his finger to touch the faded characters that make up the rough contact is transformed into a new perception, mental and unconscious.
The sun's heat trapped by the shell migrates in its skin, the sensations pass from body to mind spreading innuendo and fantasy. They turn it
the roughen the thrill of passion in the woman's skin. Has in mind at the time of the game, baby tenderly erotic, the closing of the leaflets "Mimosa pudica" 
to touch.
caress the blades and keep open to see the virtuous and shameful reaction, unconscious though it were a response that most of its plant.
The thrill of watching a due unleashed by his touch and the knowledge that he 's trigger the reaction inebriates .
" The tangible evidence of how the Merkel cells in our skin causing them an electrical signal which was to become tactile. " He had memorized this sentence. He's always liked the look of things because, you know how to work the world and how he works, his body. tremendous the past days crying and despair after his brother had caught in the most intimate and also the first that made his body , him upset. Behind the boulder , on the beach in front of house , had not noticed his arrival. For months the hand was exploring the new life, going around it, without touching her, but that distracted him regularly, constantly reminding him to be there and live its own life. The mother, monitor, the scolded always
- "A Tuccari you, is piccatu! U Signuruzzu you Talia!" - hoped that the sacred images scattered throughout the house , from behind that rock, not bit wove witness to his pleasant sin. His brother came silently behind the surprises
"Ah! Fitusu! Chi'ffai? "
turned him over shooting of the crime with the weapon in his hand. A cold shower in the moment of the first p iacere explosive. Trying to pull the short t shirts ta , was dressed in , covered desperately shame committed.
could not speak, burning with the thought of having done something horrible!
"Beddamatri cundannasti you! Tuccasti ddocu Ti and Cu u signuruzzu more hours will make you pay, and all those who voted talii na fimmina, you will make a vunciari finu scuppiari!. Before every now and then ... .. and then always cchiossai! And it makes you try to minaritilla Allura nesciri of sennu and addiventi Pazzu and scimunitu! In my more luck, told me cucinu me, and never but never tuccai. Who despair! "
" Now who fazzu? I vaiu to cunfissari "
" Father? It will cunfessi maybe worse! Picchi u Signuruzzu victim was distracted and you, you ciu ' recycling or parrinu sicuru u sapi! "
" And who am fazzu? "
" I dissiru Sula is about one thing while 'beacons, all TY the iuorna signari cu water biniditta of thirty-nine most asked nna misata sound! "
" You and I'll sceccu 'lights! Unnebberu? It babbiuni ... unnebberu? "
" Addumanna ... I addumanna m'affruntu! "
"You sissicuru? Sicuru sicuru ...?"
"Sicuru comm'èvveru munnu u ca u Santissimu Sebastianu arrival 'dintra lu chiummu galliggiannu"
The first three days his feet in the skinned around infinity of churches, despair grew, always finding some closed. His body did not contribute, the more he tried to suppress the impulse, the more you ever get that part of the button, if active.
greed woke up one morning left the house and went to throw to the sea fully clothed into the water hoping to find some ' of relief, but on the beach behind the boats saw a couple who exchanged poured ions and following the his hand under her dress, intra saw the end of the girl's thigh and was certainly not the curse, because he felt himself totally merged into it. And in that split found his moment of ecstasy. At the height of orgasm every inhibition became more incentive to enjoy pleasure, the blurred images populated the head and all were headed by a single argument. Sin had seized him
and exalted, he felt S atan in person at all repentant of his instinct. The unbridgeable gap between instinct and reason had swept away, leaving an innocent young man and took delight in the water body, before cashing a pledge, made up of mystical hypochondriacal beliefs and doubts. The Lord knew it! Completely drenched burst into the church by his father and ran crying "Parrino meu piccatu fatal surfaces"
"Statti figghiuolo quiet! Cuntami cuntami ... so all of them!"
"I tuccai the fuck"
"So many votes?"
" A ... patri uggiuru above to Madunnuzza! A sula "
" Preview "
" Unnu sacciu patri ... ma ora comu fazzu?... io tutti i iorna vaiu ai trentanove chiesi a segnarimi cu l'acqua biniditta, ma trovo sempri chiusa la chiesa du Santu Cristoforo e la chiesa du Santu Raffaeli!
"Picchi figghiuolo vai accussì luntanu a fariti u segnu du nostru signori?"
"Pi dumannari Ask forgivance Signuruzzo or mine!"
"Cu are you saying?"
U Signuruzzu Talio me while I tuccavu, and now punish me! Me brothers told me about Sugnu cundannato hours. Lu Blessed all ay mu vunciari ago, finu to farimillu scuppiari! Patri meu I unnu Sapia ca'ummilavia to Tuccari! Giuru above the Holy Madunnuzza Grazi of them are about the avissi saputu I never avissi the tuccatu! "
"Ahhh! Lu said to you brothers? Stu fitusu pighhio you '... can Culu Unnebberu components, you addivintasti omu, and all'omu chistu happen! "
He realized that the flight was s
Committee playing the fool. The shame was even greater. 
him half naked and wet them in the church sank deeper into despair, because now the pastor knew. In the race to the church in so many had turned to face him.
Now would have touched the back, passing at that the and roads where daily life took place mainly in roads to . Women who cleaned the vegetables for lunch. Skinned men from the sun that parched "sarcianu them rites" 
for fishing later, children of all ages to Groups vocia v anus in the alleys. With his head down and hatred in his heart, trying not to watch any of the onlookers who were on the doors to see the boy naked and wet, retraced his way home. Once again he had seduced his brother and now he was mounting an incredible desire for revenge. He must find a way to make him pay for the shame. Going dejected and hated himself for the ease with which he had believed the real thing was distracted by the mewing of cats, 
vague eternal souls of the island, behind a wall which were tearing the bowels. It was a moment of illumination. Risking their eyes snatched the spoils bleeding. He knew that his brother was sleeping at that hour, after returning from night fishing trip with his father. The mother certainly with sisters in the washroom to wash the clothes and the head of the family to sell their meager spoils. Just come back, sure that the house was empty and stripped naked hid behind the State , between his legs. It is smeared with the entrails of the entire groin area and hands. She chose a gut he could do to the case, then the false coppola dick in bloody hand had burst into the room.
"A iu t u Aiut u , fratedduzzu aitu ! "
Screaming desperately pulled his brother out of bed and in the dim lighting of this room you find exactly the height of his face too. "avia vrigogna Too much, too much despair, I was scattnnu n'tà lu choirs me and I was more scoppiari an AIC surfaces cchiu '! I put ncapu pitruni and nu cu navutra me the stone surfaces scoppiari I ... now stemurennu dissanguatu, fratedduzzu help me, help me! "
"Binidica them Saints! Matri Mia!"
He threw himself at his brother's neck and began to dirty their hands in blood. The screams mingled in the room now, and both began to cry. While her brother terrified cercav to to escape aware of bringing him to take that extreme action, he held him by the arm. Meanwhile the noise had alerted neighbors that began to run, opening the door they found the two boys close in the fight . The brother ran away from her, and mad. Quickly he tried to get everyone out by saying that there was nothing to see. As soon as people saw were gone, cursing the madness that reigned in that island, we went to jump into the water from washing the blood.
A crowd of people still trying to figure out what happened and, shaking his head, rested no the look of pity on the boy. Peering between the boats wanted to see where his brother had fled . There was not trace anywhere.
back into the house and took some clean clothes and with a half smile of satisfaction he walked toward the wash to help her mother and sisters to bring home the laundry. It was the first time he had the upper hand, he liked the feeling so much and all that excitement made him aware that now an adult and now he was a man! On his return his father furious
wanted to know what were the stories that are close to ndavano telling, of two brothers that were slaughtered. Seraphic he pretended to fall from the clouds and know nothing of it. Only late in the evening saw the return of his brother resigned and dejected, wandering around the house he realized that he had been duped, aware that the era in which he would believe anything to the little house was over. 
It was revenge from that in any book seeks the truth. Each page was devoured voraciously , find anything on any subject, because by then swore to himself that nobody would ever go for stupid .
Now, caressing the contours cracked of the letters forming the word ladybug recounts the memories. There , at that time, each fingertip transmits the unique sensations. The aims skin quivering and cheerfully riotous. The reports described in Women's stories overlap, seeing protagonist and spectator. It is no longer the hot wood under her fingers, hold the leaves are no longer responsive.
It 's you! And 'he that now puts her hands in her hair to force her to subdue it. 
Now he is in the grain touches, delicious. L to his cool and smells of life.
He reaps the fruits sown by adrenaline, ripe and juicy.
feels himself transformed into hundreds of fireflies. Thousands of little legs move like the moon on her body, opening her Pandora's box, hidden under education and respectability, the guardian of repressed desires.
tactile flow is liquid. Log into the veins. Radiates from the hands towards the shoulders and then flows everywhere. Vortex liquid
button that relates to the loins. The waterfall is pouring into the erection and flows , that never in his life would have believed capable of being both instantaneous and overwhelming. The brain shattered by the need to meet the need of having irruptive.
mind unbridled, catalyzes the need to bring peace and pleasure in every fiber. Regardless of the place
conventions, of itself, moving with awareness to the only existing world. Without the slightest hesitation and with a single gesture, behind a boat on the beach, loose pants. In the same place many years ago. The difference in heat between the toes and itself does nothing but instill a further piece of pleasure that goes through the spine. The skin smooth and taut under the fingers of his own life is pulsating. And 'the pace imposed by the need or the need for imposing the beat?
She materializes as in a dream. Out of the water of the sea as a goddess. Takes possession of his mind. He leaves
held by the entity that enters the body starting to move in with their own lives.
The pulse becomes frenetic as the deity is rampant. Runs through every fiber of his body. Each cell comes into fibrillation by creating concentric waves.
he is no longer impose the rules. Now it is she that decides the pace. The breathing begins to scramble. Each fiber is prepared when inverting the effort. The hands become the woman, require that every movement. Everything stops and it all begins! She emerges from her body explosive. A wave smashed! 
slowly begins descent to the red-hot sand. His back against the hull. Slowly slips into the feeling of being truly free, in fact, released. Physically and mentally. There are no more punishment and reluctance, is now finally free access to himself, he gives a pleasure to man, is met in my entire life as he wanted to be happy, no one had ever asked exactly what he wanted. Now I was getting into their own hands. The satisfaction is that only a man can give to a man, knowing all the primitive need, you realize you have finally made a gesture of pure pleasure for the sake of it. To have satisfied himself by himself. The oil floats on remaining a liquid at hand, it is no atom exchanges and do not mingle with it, is a matter of affinity. The oil and water are not related. He is the oil, she is water.
The power to make that until then had never had. With natural logic satisfaction and shame live separately in the same basin. In fact there is an abuse of power, the only salvation would take a firm stand. Beginning to feel, however, amphiphilic, he emerged in the dual nature, both hydrophilic hydrophobic, both oil and water, no longer distinguish the substance to represent him. Now he and she are one entity. Her mind had invaded the body. Common morality aside, or decide to enjoy self-destruct in a net help to dissolve dissonance.
not care about an external review, only the matter of its opinion that can not find. " condemning it! Absolve! What bullshit! Judgement is precarious, tottering, is useless. A trial remains suspended in time and only contributes to chaos. The decision is the son of morality, the son of the most false that there is! How can I, poor mortal, escape to a martial set to separate the righteous from scoundrels? So it was decided by those who came before me, placed the carcasses in the lowest role. "
Being in debt to their conscience disturbs him respect, but rather is the dispute between the two fluids that wears its brain. Save themselves a salvation which can suck the man who has corrupted his intimacy with unusual thoughts, getting his hands dirty with a feeling too heavy to swallow, a man identified with an entity unrelated to give birth quell'incesto. It was not him, it was not her, it was not a matter of salvation. The size of everything varies with the change of perspective, he had chosen her! A new awareness arose out quell'orgasmo, the only reason and the only doubt of his life had suddenly curdled generating pleasure, repressing does not want to ignore. As can be risky to delegate its existence? Rent paying with a blood lust.
not hear other reasons, must be nourished by the body that do not know at all. "Consciousness is just a glue for the pieces of the physical."
Hidden behind a veil of paper that body becomes more and more clear, as if in a kind of projection of China, the shape moves away from the light source towards the viewer.
This vision runs continuously in his head whenever the projected needs to focus on that body. The different image to each show, gives the appearance of persons known confused with stereotypes personal. LEI does not move, she remained motionless. He imagines dancing, but she does not move. He takes her hands, hair, touch her, strangles her, the bite, but she has it always returns the same position. The fantasy of the relationship crashes with the absolute certainty that everything is crazy, like drugs. Excites you, we expanded and invites you to climb into the house, offers you his bed, remembering that in every moment of its withdrawal will leave them physically. Appear to be accidental and seemingly random elements: the faces of children and the elderly, Stromboli, firearms and swords, insects. All this harmonized by a growing buzz and unbearable.
He is spectator, the protagonist and antagonist. Involuntary gestures have covered, autonomous movements have raised a sleepwalking apathetic if they have seized.
found himself sitting on the bench of the pier looking out to sea.
Perhaps it was only the viewer of a dream.
Fly on his recollections captures the precise vision of what all that means. 
A movement distracts the thoughts, there, between the pebbles still her vindictive, it was transformed into the now scarlet beetle between his feet is around blatantly waiting.
Slow grows the decision in mind. Bending down to look at the bug knows what he wants for himself.
" Red and black and moves in search of something, that the ladybird was on the shoulder. The going on with the index and the miro crush, crushes. You have not done anything to help me bitch! "
In the words of the girl in mind repeats the same gesture. Shot forever past.
Rising from the shore will never be the same again.
Everything ceases to belong to, any object or person both assume the same ephemeral importance. It could kill or swim without perceiving the difference.
