Sunday, February 11, 2007

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"The Streets of fantasy They can be found only by your desires, "said Graogramàn-you let yourself be guided by your wishes. It 's weird thought-Sebastian-we can simply wish for what you want. But the truth is where i want? and what she wants? Sebastian showed the writing on the reverse a lion dell'amuleto: Do \u200b\u200bwhat you want. "This means that I can do whatever I think is not it?". Graogramàn's face suddenly assumed an expression of seriousness, and his eyes became terrible flaming: "No, it means you have to do what is your true will. And nothing is more difficult." My real desire, and what What's that? Do you mean perhaps that the desires that you have not always good? ".
Michael Ende-The Neverending Story


One morning I woke up calm and warm under the covers, covering the light that hurt his eyes, clasped his knees on his stomach and hoped to remember what was the dream.

Milan, breakfast kitchen, a steaming cup red cherry on the table in light wood. The slightly crackly radio and the light that seemed to begin to fade even though it was just morning.'s dream: meeting of love between crumpled sheets in a room of blinding white.

The feeling that they could leave the night picture is physically perceptible so much so that I can not tell if the heat on the skin, from head to foot was due to the deck or to the dream now almost become one. All lentamete, I decided that the day would slip away plan, and although it may seem strange, these are things that sometimes you can decide: Dissolve the hours as you want, dilate, stretch, shake a few moments, scomporne others. Time as a small loaf of clay to mold.

In Milan, it happened when a lovely day everything became very attractive, it was rare but sometimes, when I was on I was lucky enough to see him. The suburb where I lived had around a single landscape, without trauma, without change, without movement.
Mornings I walked fast towards the station, between the haze, wool scarf up over his mouth and still sleep with the heat of the skin, I never talked to a few people who see the cross, nor the buildings that pass nearby. On the morning of the dream I decided to take a walk in the country.
From the station, between the low buildings that gave the course, the only road that crossed from one side to the neighborhood.

The dominant color was definitely yellow: yellow if you looked up at the sky through the branches dry, yellow if you looked down, concentrating on the boots that trampled on the leaves, appearing and disappearing rhythmically. Could feel the sun needed to be very strong, yet light at the end seemed to have difficulty a little: the sky was bright, the sun instead I could not understand where he was, I felt the presence, I saw the yellow light that invaded everything, but looking up, between the buildings, I could not see it.

look around and even casually, I would end forever to see some element of yellow and I thought that everything blends in perfectly with my coat and my boots, they also altered by the strange light citation.
I remember walking more than I needed to raise their arms up and make it clear that I was happy. A sort of wave, because of leap of possibility and curiosity. I did not know where it came from, what it was, but several times I thought maybe I had to keep those arms down, not raise them, not move them, close your hands into fists in the pocket and look just the tip of my boots as I did the morning routine.

swing and I could not decide what to do with these arms. It was also really important to know where it comes from that particular light, where was the sun?

taken aback I was poised between a yellow and a wish that I did not know how to keep close.

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' AS IF IN TRENT ' years had not lived, VA '

E 'sti thirty years as if I had not lived leaves.
Irene went to the cafe for a short time and was one of those girls who would not have been able to give an age: it was small and skinny, very dark hair, two strands to sides fell off from the rest because of its continuous enrichment. What I discovered only later, when his attendance became almost daily. He worked at an insurance nearby and had recently moved to town.

E 'sti thirty years as if I had not lived, VA.
To say these words took a split second, just long enough to open the bag of sugar and turn the spoon in the coffee. A gesture that did so naturally as to believe that repeated many times during its days. As if nothing had turned to the pictures attached to the walls, watching with an expression that I did not understand then and there, I imagined not particularly appealing. Later, when, for some odd coincidences, I met her I knew very well that when he flung open his dark eyes and tilted his head to one side meant for her to remember something that had previously waived.

But then I knew we'd found to share the same apartment and that her face would soon be decipherable in every subtle expression. Neither imagined that coffee was a moment shared with her the whole morning in the kitchen, before anything else, before the day begins, before any other contact with people: at first disemi-consciousness when, abandoned by little bed, sleep, night-time images are still present and keep you from
concentrate on what you have around. A time when focus is not nothing, you are unable to do anything but automatic gestures and distracted, in absolute silence.

How to make coffee. Like sitting in the kitchen listening to the noise that produces the machine, like a little boat coming into port with the engine off.
Irene had gone silent, with his small boat off, that revealed an engine still overflowing with sounds and noises on the old crossing in rough seas and windy. I do not rushed, but still before us to live together when we met only at the cafe, our meetings have already purchased this tenuous nature, quiet, delicate that would characterize all of our morning: No feeling of having to speak to power, she could stay at the table, I closed the bar in an effort to grab the images that night until a few hours before had filled our heads and our bellies. Neither had ever felt the need to talk to another because of embarrassment, discomfort, guilt. We were both present and this gave us peace of mind does not necessarily have to be made explicit.

Then I found this very pleasant situation, but why come back from Milan, confused and pensive face day. I was back at the cafe in a trance, automatically, as you can throw in bed one night when it was drunk and was made very late: we slipped under the covers without clearly perceive the consistency, or the cloth, nor of his body.
Those days I felt so. Not surprising then if, when she went out with that particular sentence is not felt no shock, if not a strange tingling on the skin that I had learned over the years suggest: look more carefully.

In fact, I did. After a lot of coffee.