Monica Roccaforte Feet

Rebel


"I saw ... from the center of Monte Berico Vicenza ... "by Monte _Panorama Berico_

It was a cool evening in May, I was lying on soft grass of the courtyard of the house. I could see from the top of Mount Berico Vicenza center all lit up, what a show! You could clearly distinguish Piazza Castello, the Corso Palladio usually crowded with young people who go out with friends and friends to have fun. It also differed in some remote village in the surroundings.
She was already the smell of ' summer approaching, my thoughts took me to the pool to cackle and laugh with friends. But the thing I was pounding her. Her honey-colored wavy hair, his eyes green, intense and deep, her slender body and marble. A sweet and affectionate smile, every laugh that showed his nice dimples, to say nothing of her olive complexion. So a girl does not like the dozens every day I constantly made to the court, she was different. It was not nagging and chicken, if not pulled and attracted my attention for a fleeting glance. The point was that she liked him for was, not for how I looked. She was simple, spontaneous, always smiling, he lived his life without taking into account the opinion of others and appreciating people for what they are and not how they want to appear. An yes, I mentioned that there was called Camilla, and was in my class, 2AST, technical course, the painting, high school in those two years I had done damage.
Immersed as I was in my thoughts, I noticed that the phone had vibrated a few times to signal the arrival of a message. I looked idly hoping the screen is not the usual hen punctually at nine in the evening I wrote those hateful "Hello, cm va" or "Hello, is cm? Ke ECR I? ". Fortunately I was wrong. It was not the usual one, that time the number did not seem to be saved in the phonebook. Slowly, almost in tune with my opposition to read the sms, the words appeared clear and delineated:
"Riky Hello, I must ask you tomorrow ... x bother you? ".
I was dumbfounded, I could not understand who could be the sender. Before answering I decided to check in the phonebook, it was not the first time that the phone made me kind of a joke. When you type the number to see who was my heart skip a beat and then start pounding in the chest, in the grip of excitement. The number was under the heading Camy. My Camy.
Now I answered yes, and I spent the longest three minutes of my life, past thousands of possible reasons to think that they could push to write me. His answer had roused me from my many thoughts.
"So, you were able to study all x checking tomorrow's history? I swear that I do not remember already nothing ... especially the part on the cross! Are in a panic, you as you put it? ".
whispered an expletive directed mostly to the afternoon spent at the computer. Damn me, I had completely forgotten the verification of history! I wanted to scream but that would not be served to postpone the task, I wanted to go back in time, but could not.
"Just now I have to put in commitment. From tomorrow we will learn at least one hour per day, and indeed better to start step by step, we stop every fifteen to thirty minutes to eat. Ugh! Why am I so stupid? "I let out a smile, but I forced myself to drive back and figure out a way to remedy the very stupid. Never a message Camilla had put me such anxiety. I walked into my room thinking of a way to solve the problem. To start studying now if you talk at all, were now nine and a half passed and I could not even remember the first digit of a date, even if obvious. I had an idea struck my mind, with all the force of will and what little dignity rimastami I tried to push into a corner, waiting to die of loneliness, but the others were too alike and staged a revolt. The idea to marinate, or as they all say "burn", which was more attractive, I would say obvious. Idea fast, painless, leaves no traces, certainly better than a night spent in bed to learn the history of people dead and buried centuries before. I had no time to organize everything. For the first half. Was out of nowhere near to stay in Vicenza, too dangerous and obvious.
"Venice." I almost cried because my mother heard me puzzled and asked me to repeat. I must have cried for real, since she was downstairs. How to reach the goal of that "gitarella unscheduled" it was obvious. The train would have been my salvation for a limousine apparent delayed for a disaster. I turned on the computer to see train times and if there was something interesting to do in the morning. I surfed for a good hour looking for some event, exhibition, concert or something, I found a few shows and a couple of shows, but nothing superb. The departure time closer to the top of the lessons was that of 8.40.
"It will mean that I'll be a while 'hanging out at the station ... but come on, breakfast in the square to the limit and then waiting for a train station in doubt late. " As I express this thought my mom came into the room. I was in complete panic. Trying to be as natural as possible closed the page and asked her why the sudden burst, without even deigning to look not to betray my obvious tension. I could hear every beat of my heart, the sound of my breathing, the rustle of the trees in the evening breeze.
"Richard goes to bed it's late. If you have any task for tomorrow? ". For a moment all was silent, even the wind had stopped blowing, leaving the room in a surreal silence. I kept looking at the computer screen, trying to mask the tension. "No, normal and boring day tomorrow, as every day so far on the other side." The items I had gone all in one go, too fast. I bit my lip for having made this error, sure she would know I was lying shamelessly. He always went out this way, the woman could understand if I was lying on any occasion, it was irritating. I was quite impressed by what happened next: I was approached in a threatening, as if he had the intention to get me a slap memorable, but it did not. Lowered floor and smacked me a kiss, laughing, knowing full well that I did not like when he did so. I was enormously relieved and intrigued at the same time that rare behavior, usually reserved for some nine in math or my birthday. I looked straight into his eyes, you read tenderness and affection, I was about to confess everything, to beg forgiveness, promising that it would be more successful. No! I managed to restrain myself, to rest and return the gaze, but within I felt like a worm, I wanted to disappear and reappear twenty-four hours, when everything would be over.
"Go to bed by it's late, tomorrow I expect a full day." The female voice coming from the corridor reminded me that were a quarter to eleven and that if I wanted to wake up at seven the next day it was better to go to bed. I slowly changed my thinking about the day waiting for me with concern. I was taut as a violin string, I wanted to cry, but it was not time. I fell asleep after half an hour. I sank into a sleep full of anguish, anything but calm, not at all pleasant.

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.. It seemed that the only figure in the immensity of color "black and white" of people who every day did the same thing, who knows how long, on time immersed in thought , was ...__ Corso Palladio, Vicenza.

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The scratchy sound of the alarm clock to force tore me from a sleep full of worries, fear and anxiety. A night to suck in other words. I had two bags under the eyes, evidence of what could be safely define a sleep past to fight against their conscience not yet accustomed to endure such choices, which made me think that he still has some hope of recovering and avoiding that horrible decision. The thought of a votaccio at the end of the year made me run away from it all, from the usual professors and stripped from the usual classroom and I was terribly fond of, to catapult me \u200b\u200binto the present, where a little matter of why and where all aspire to those results. With difficulty I got to the bathroom, the fault of the injured his back a few months now that m'indolenziva the morning. I felt like a vampire, I was white like milk and I could hardly keep my eyes open, even if the light filtering through the shutters was very little. To get rid of a vampire you need a silver bullet, but I was convinced that a shower would be enough to eliminate the apparent transformation into a being cursed by fate. The cold water helped me recover and make me at least presentable. I was drying myself when I heard the mother leave the house. I do not know why but this made me miss a sigh of relief.
I put the first things that came to hand and I took to the kitchen to get a hot coffee in those moments was the only thing that allowed me to connect some neuron with the rest of the world. I knocked on their parents' room to see if Dad wanted coffee, but I sighed a few incomprehensible words, still thick with sleep, that experience was interpreted as a "No thanks Richard, I I I arrange after." I went into the kitchen and prepared coffee, listening to the happy and carefree songs of birds. The window was wide open into a gentle breeze that caressed my face, making me smile. A smile after so much worry. The smell of coffee first invaded the room, I loved the smell, put me at peace with the world. Not today though. After coffee I realized that was 7:45.
"The seven forty-five?! How is that possible? Damn alarm clock. "
If he had raised Dad would suspect that planning something sinister, because at that time I would usually already out the door. Courses upstairs, I found the backpack thrown behind the door. There ficcai in a blanket in case I accidentally ended up in runs, wallet, a notebook and pen a few. The minimum needed to "gitarella encore. I went down, taking care not to make too much noise for non-suspicious father, and went into the kitchen to fetch a bottle of water for the journey by train.
left home I took the bike from the garage, I went up there and left for Piazza Castello, where I left to go for a good and substantial breakfast in one of the many bars in the center.
I had just locked the bike with lock to a pole in front of the store, "Coin" when I saw almost by accident, looking for a good bar, a familiar face. I was going along Corso Palladio now, I just went "Zara" and I was in front of the "bar Italy. I was almost a shot. It was she! "I can not believe I'm dreaming!" I thought. A girl and her honey-colored hair. Camilla. That name seemed poetry m'isolava from everything that was happening around me, the hundreds of people at that time passed through the center, directed somewhere. It seemed that the only figure in the immensity of color "black and white" of people who every day did the same thing, who knows how long, on time immersed in thought, was that girl sitting alone at a table with a cappuccino in front of him, his usual brioche with apricot jam (I'm certainly not be wrong!) and the ever fashion magazine. I was motionless, bewildered by a minute and now, amid the myriad of people moving, I had one of those people all look like silver if they stand motionless in the midst of all, hoping someone will leave a penny to change their installation. I noticed, of course, and turned around curiously. That morning, dressed in red and white colors that appeared to have been made especially for her. The close-fitting blouse made her breasts stand out and was gonna see her beautiful legs. Beckoned me to come back and I went stunned but tremendously happy, forgetting any bad thing, also why I was there at that time. He greeted me with a beautiful smile that made me blush ... I was quite embarrassed!
"The nerd in middle class now? How come? "I was looking to do with doubt, which I had put a little 'difficulty in.
"The same question could be done to you, Camy! How are you? "I tried to show off the best of my smiles, even if it must have been to much.
"Sit Riky well, however the good. Obviously I'm a little 'tense. You'll see that I burned, I did not know a damn thing yesterday! Rather not take three at the end year I decided to skip the verification and return next week. I asked Tommy what he did today, and knowing that it is a huge fan of Ligabue, rumors say that he would go to a concert today at the Arena di Verona. And so it was. And then guess what? Today you go to Verona with Tommy. "
When I heard the name of Thomas, a streak of jealousy, I went straight to the head, despite being one of my best friends. Why had not told me anything?
"Oh, Tommy? Strange I have not said anything ...". At that moment came to interrupt me, as precise as a Swiss watch, the maid. Every self-respecting high school boy knew Italy a point being the Bar dining and common meeting. She was taken around the glaring flaw in his forehead.
"Can I get you something?" He said.
"Uhm ... now go for coffee and croissants with cream, as usual. " You leave with a smile, allowing me to continue.

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"... Then the female voice of the speaker announced slowly," Train of 8 and 21, to Milan, is coming to the track a "..." No _Binario 1, Railway Station, Vicenza_

"I was saying ... ah yes! It 's strange that I have said nothing of the crew of the show and "maybe I emphasized on the latter word a bit 'too much, I did not just down that you see. She, of course, had noticed and had a strange smile, which I did not understand the meaning. I went on, leaving in a remote corner of my mind the jealousy aroused by this speech. "But then you go to a concert in Verona, with him?". To the question began to reverberate in my head an idea that had ever touched me until then moment. "Mah .. I do not know ... In the absence of something else to do ... yes, it was more not to be alone all day. But you where to go today? ". I could ask her to come with me to Venice, after all, was better than a concert of a singer that even liked it. I was looking frantically for an excuse to convince her to come with me but the ideas were not many and I decided to improvise. "I? I go to Venice, is a bit 'of time I wanted to come back and this seemed a good opportunity or not? Maybe you can come by yourself! So I do not have to spend the morning alone, "seemed clearly embarrassed and blushed face. Even so it seemed to me beautiful. "No, come on! I was there recently, and then who says to Tommy? "I said trying to calm down." But let him lose Tommy! Have you added at the last minute, but the fact remains that he would go alone. And then we're talking about Venice! A city that does not you never tire: its atmosphere, people and everything else. Come on! The train is at 8 and 40, we have plenty of time to do things quietly. Then how about Camy? "He thought for a bit and then I finally answered with a resounding no." I can not cheat so Thomas would kill me! I'm so sorry ... "I was really disappointed. I wanted to be alone with her, I did not care anything about Thomas, the concert, all the rest. At that moment I just wanted her. I tried then attacked with cold steel, hoping that would go through. "And if I were coming to Verona? You do not want to leave me all alone to wander the streets of Venice?! Come on, please! "In saying these words smiles implying that I was mocking. "Of course! Come along, so I do not even let me travel alone by train. You've already bought your ticket? ".
Inside of me was screaming with joy, and of course I gave him to see. I tried not to show too much to be attracted to her. "Well, I do not know ... .... I have to ask my mother! "that this sentence both burst into laughter. The eyes lit up. "Sure, that's fine with me to accompany you in Verona!" I still laughed out loud when he was my coffee with croissants and I noticed that my stomach rumbling with hunger. They had been unusually quick to bring order. As a good rider offered her the hope brioche of being able to share a piece, but unfortunately he refused politely. Among a chat the other ten minutes passed mostly laughing and gossiping of this or that other person, especially teachers. While I was remembering a lot of nonsense spoken, or rather, shouted by a professor of physics at one of his lectures in the lab she interrupted me: "Excuse me, you know what time is it?". I looked forward to the phone, whereas the clock I'd forgotten in the rush. "The ... wait ... 8:17, at this moment. " I said slowly. He grimaced with disappointment and a veil of terror appeared in the face. "Caz ... damn! The train is at 8 and 21! We are left, Riky strategic delay. " He stood up holding the bag, I came and took my ear. "From the fool, come the end of it." I swallowed the last piece still stuffed croissant and gobbled a sip the coffee. I took my backpack and threw it on his shoulders and ran after the girl I remembered something. I turned suddenly, risking almost upside down to send the maid and the breakfast was served. I took his wallet and threw it on the table a five euro note and some coins. Camilla began to run to achieve, and when I got to her, asked if he had paid. She stared, barely holding back almost a curse, and slowed. At that moment I thanked my retirement, I took her gently by the hand, enjoying the touch of her slender fingers. "You mean to say you owe me a lunch you know." When I realized that I had settled the bill I reciprocated with a smile of gratitude. "You love ..." Those words sent me into orbit. I had recovered from that magical moment for me and started to run. "But why all this haste Camilla!? Mica miss the train! "" You fool! It is at 8 and 21! We lose if we do not let a move! "I looked up to heaven, praying that it was as late as any normal Italian train." But first you could not say damn. " Hastened the step. We had just passed the door of Piazza Castello, when I realized that we were still holding hands, and she seemed to me stringesse stronger than before. I could not suppress a smile of happiness ... I have just a ridiculous face. I felt like a kid in a candy store, in short, paradise. I was still immersed in my thoughts when we arrived in front of the station, but I forced myself to go back down to earth. We stopped for a moment to catch your breath and leaning against a column as I checked my phone. Were 8:22. Given time, the ticket office was empty and this allowed us to buy tickets in the blink of an eye, what luck! We went to the door of departures, going to the binary number one. We were in the waiting room to find the right exit when we heard the whistle of a train that seemed to start. We exchanged a look of pure despair and rushed to the first track but it was empty. "Nooo shit!" Camilla whispered when he saw the last car as far away a long snake under the summer sun. She leaned exhausted more by adrenaline than by hard work, but I was too nervous because I knew it. Then the female voice of the speaker announced slowly, "Train of 8 and 21, to Milan, is coming to a track." I did not even have time to connect to a train came puffing slowly, Brakes screeched and stood slowly. "Finally, these delays are used to something damn damn!" The girl beside me held me turned to me smiling. "But this is not for Milan, I'm sorry?" I said with a questioning tone , "Is it possible that it should always tell you everything? Then the train to Milan, but also stops in Verona, which is where we want to go ... right? "" An! Eh oh! It happens to "." Before the miss, "I said offering her hand to help." But what we are today knights, first breakfast, then this, all right? "" Oh come on! Salts and not ask too many questions. " Smiling, I reached inside the Cab.

Deaf Man In A Shteeble Lyrics Lev Tahor

still run through a still

leave for a long journey in search of that in the past that made me happy, I'm tired of traveling but my instinct says do not stop, I still live by other emotions, other people to contend with, other feelings, I need it ... make me feel alive. still here in this city, my mind has stopped, my ego is off .. I wonder where is Antonio, I wonder why I've adjusted to what is not mine, this is not mine, I do not feel more free, I no longer feel the urge to create, implement, to build, also I have got involved from falsehood and hypocrisy, I live in lies, deception, lying to myself first and then to those who love you, all this makes me unhappy, I suffer, I feel misunderstood, in trying to better myself, I just hurt my spirit, my soul, my heart, my body, I settled ,,,,,,, I was wrong. I do not I deserve the best for me is I know things the best for me, I always knew, my goodness and was exploited by those who did not deserve anything, No I can change who I am, I can say no, I can be of more ... more what? '
criticized the hypocrisy and absurdity I've lived with it, surrounded by people who have made their strong point,
I hated falsehood and I am made of it a shield
freedom my motto, and I have denied it
words have become my ramblings.
try to be who they are not just to please others ...
friend who I thought turned out to be deceptive
who dared
cheered me who turned around there was never
who hurt me telling me awake because
not like you think, now I understand

today I speak to myself
now I tell myself that everything is still living,
I'll stop here, I will go ahead

my life will not be limited looking for love, so much desired and never found
a waste of time ... if he should ever get my heart is ready
tovar difficult but that may receive lots of love

but looking around my heart rejoices in the joy I love seeing what is given
there are people who give me joy, happiness
, speaking, listening, love,
apologize because they have to complain that I said I had no one, I was wrong

my dear friends I'm sorry I
are made to take what does not belong to me is due

a promise to myself and who loves me ......
a good night hope to those who love me .....
with the hope that what you want always be realized ...
thanks to those who love me and whom I have wronged twice with
tell if a man is stronger thanks to you ....
night. Antonello.

Kilz Clear Spray Paint

"... The eyelids were as heavy as bricks and everything seemed to invite you to sleep, even the scenery that passed quickly through the window ..."

The carriage on which we climbed was quite old, and smelled closed. Our seats were the numbers 15 and 16, arrived by searching the cabin number 3.
"So, from 7 to 11 ... no, the next one. Camy here it is our compartment: 12 to 17. " I opened
hardly the old wooden door full of dust, it seemed that had not passed no one to clean so long. Meanwhile, the long convoy that we had gone up had begun to move slowly and at that time had left the station in Vicenza are walking for the trip. When I finally managed with difficulty to open the door I scostai, leaving room for the girl who was at my side.
"Indeed! What an honor! Why all this attention, it's not my birthday! "He walked two hesitant steps into the old compartment.
"I told you not to ask questions. This morning I woke up in a good mood, that's all. Mamma mia, will more than double my age this car! "Camilla nodded slowly as it sank in one of the comfortable seats at the sides of the compartment, next to the window.
After she went, too, I tested the comfort of the seats and then put on my light backpack on the luggage rack.
"So, while you do not come to Verona?" I asked looking out the window.
"Well, I would want to read a little and then boh Vogue, I do not even know. Honestly I have not organized very well. You? ". He turned towards me, staring straight at me. At that moment the carriage was empty, the only sound you hear his last words were, almost whispered, and the muffled sound coming from outside. I was lost in my thoughts, dreams with open eyes, but his insistent questioning eyes and brought me to this.
"I? I have nothing, this morning I did the backpack in a hurry because I was a little late. Now look at what comes out of my hat magic. " I got up lazily from the comfort of the seat, I took the backpack and I sat back down again. I opened it and began to comb through the various pockets of the spacious Eastpack.
"So, let's see what today offers the bazaar. Blanket, strictly black, in the case ended up in a park, water bottle, thirst? "You sound like one of those who make Checchetto teleshopping on television for elderly ladies that they stay at home all day, or style Eminflex Mondial House .
"No thanks riky. I continued the same style:
"Then ... wallets, well obvious, and yet ... iPod!? What are you doing here? and ancoraaa ... Trump card! Ole! "Imitated an oil made from ultras, then in mock imitation of the shrill cheering from the stadium.
"Hahaha, you fool! Has it ever occurred to him to go for auditions for a circus? You'd be perfect. " He had a lot of fun painting in the face and pushed me to continue this little scene.
"Not yet. I have not made a request to the circus, this is true, on the other hand, however, are so famous that they have received the invitation, of course, politely declined, from a couple of mental institutions. I would be pleased to see a bit 'of distant relatives. " Expression and gestures facts make it humorous and funny. I went on to do the stupid for 5 minutes, after which the ideas began to fade and the theater closed cabin and puppets.
"Speaking of things a more serious moment, and not by sellers of carpets in the home shopping, why not your guy followed us?". So I decided to break the silence now for a couple of minutes oppressing the small space, making more noise of the rattling of the wheels on the rails. It was the classic silent embarrassment that oppresses you and pounding you inside. So, too.
"Because there is no boy, of course. They think all to one, and is certainly not the sentiment. They want all that and I'll also bump in the face! But saying it that a whole I would like. Unfortunately it is all on its pedestal of gold up there all alone watching the little people below him and laugh at the taste. " The words might seem to exude contempt and gave a little 'bitterness, I will read us something better. We love reading, so much affection. While he had spoken to had enlightened eyes, just as if she loved.
"And do not tell me who is?! No, you can not, I'm Richard, I can not hide anything. "
was visibly irritated at the question a bit 'I felt guilty but the awareness that there was a good reason to blush kicked ass in the sense of guilt and, as a bouncer, he hoisted it over his shoulder and threw him into a puddle just outside the back door.
He looked straight into his eyes, fixing them as if to tell me the name of the object speech with thought. Just when he was about to open his mouth and confess, his gaze fell to the ground, stumbling in feeble and inaudible words, looking for the name on the floor, consumed by time and who knows how many feet of commuters. "I do not think you'll find the name written below it somewhere you know. Quiet, if not you tell me, does not matter, after all of your business. I have no right to meddle in affairs that do not concern me. " I tried to be the least convincing as possible. He raised his eyes slowly
to me stood up and then suddenly I sat on his knees and began kissing it greedily. I had taken a backbeat when she timidly suggested the tongue between my lips. I began to stroke her soft hair, then her neck, her sweet heat rocked me.
"Riky, listen to me?" The image is blurred and suddenly a cloud of white smoke vanished, giving way to reality and to Camilla a bit 'farther than ever before. All of the protests to the sound of the audience who yelled scam and wanted a refund on a ticket paid for ever threatening to contact the owner.
"What? No, sorry, do not follow you ... you say? ".
"No is that ... I do not know what I really feel for him, I'm still trying to rearrange ideas. Do you understand? ".
"Well, more or less the same situation that I'm living. I know, is not the best, but it takes patience to re-sort the ideas and see what you turn your head. "
having nothing else to say Camilla continued to read his Vogue to consume the pages and I pulled out the iPod. After three songs came the abbiocco. The eyelids were as heavy as bricks and everything seemed to invite you to sleep, even the landscape that went out the window fast.
"You did not sleep Camy?". I asked the other between a yawn.
No response.
"Camy".
Nothing. So I sat up, only to realize that she too had to be sull'assonnato, as he slept peacefully as a little angel with her magazine on her lap.
"I'll take that as a yes." Search

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Milan Central Station. 9705 Trenitalia train from Venice Saint Lucia arriving at platform 4. ..."_ Track 4, Central Station, Milano_

"Milan Central Station. 9705 Trenitalia train from Venice Saint Lucia coming to the track 4 "The dry voice
prominent speaker and I woke up all at once.
"Milan? Central Station? But where we ended up fucking?! Shit ... we fell asleep! Camilla. " I was very agitated, could not understand anything. We had to be in Verona, and we were in Milan! Fortunately, the controller has not gone after Verona, is that there were bitter cabbage! The words still
knead sleeping girl awoke me from my quick analysis of the situation.
"Riky What's happening? Where are we? What time is it? ".
"We fell asleep, we are in Milan and about ten o'clock. Well, up to his neck in shit. "
She was silent, perhaps to wake up the brain, perhaps it was to understand the situation changed. We were in Milan instead of Verona, was ten and most knew what the hell to do.
After the doors were opened, we got off air confused as refugees just landed from a long and exhausting journey. I personally do not know what to do. After having thrown glances here and there, I found the exit and I crawled behind the girl who appeared to be in an advanced state of catalepsy.
"Riky Well, we are in the city of fashion, alone, without limitation, you and me. I would say give him to the mad joy! And baskets the rest. " Seemed to have woken up as soon as the first rays of sun lit up her face, a little 'just like a flower in early spring.
"Come on then! Come on! Well, from what I remember the last time I was here, go downtown on foot from suicide! So I would say that it is better to take the subway and then see how it goes. " I checked to have his wallet with enough money for shopping, dining and back. Oddly enough I had with me the cash I had given my first 6 months.
"I should have about € 150 cash, plus cash."
"You got the kid! Should I go out with you more often damn it! ".
"Oh, everything on the pocket money from relatives for his birthday."
We were in Piazza Duca D'Aosta, in front of the station. In front of us could clearly read the sign of the underground.
"Come on, come on." I took her hand and crossed the road race. We went down the subway stairs slowly, as if we were sending in some unknown place. The ticket office was on our right and into the "shack" was a woman in her fifties with absolutely bored air of someone who is locked up in there from six in the morning and just waiting to go out to smoke a cigarette.
"Good morning ma'am, for day two students please." I tried to be as gentle and authoritative as possible.
"We bimbino! I have forty years, not seventy! And then, what do you think you're the most beautiful of all who want a discount for students? We're not at home, now pay the price all or you go around on foot! He holds little boy, two a day, are 6 €. Education and good humor of the "forties" gave me pleasure as a kick in the backside. I counted to ten to control, but the only result was to deprive think of other insults.
"Thank you Lord, Good day!" Digrignai clenched teeth so as not to run unnecessary insults, we exchanged glances and threw two there seven euro, without even waiting for the rest. We left and after passing the gates, we stopped in front of a metro map. We discussed a few seconds on the target, and then to decide unanimously to the Duomo.
"So, let's see ... Piazza Duomo should be, yes, the yellow line. 1, 2, 3 ... fourth stop. Ok? ".
"Yes yes, postissimo. You're better than a browser. Wait, times. So ... the next race should go between ... NOW! Run, run, run! Otherwise we lose it. "
was 10:16 minutes. We ran like mad down the narrow stairs of the corridors to get to the track. It was just a bad day. In the morning we almost missed the train, then we were asleep, and then the subway, it was not possible.
"You know the direction at least? I hope you looked. "
"So, I do not remember! One is for S. Donato and the other for Maciachini .... "
S. Donato, I'm sure. From fast, this way. "
Once in the tunnel to the bus stop, we realized with relief that it was a bit 'late and still had about a minute arrival.
"Fortunately it's late, I really do not want to wait until the next race! Have a sit down that I'm exhausted. " Was still talking to the screech of brakes announced the arrival of the subway.
"Ok forget it. Enter by Riky "I girded your loins with shyness. I was petrified, my heart danced the salsa I was out of breath. With the same delicacy of a rose I passed her arm around his waist and entered the carriage.
Since the 10 and 20, minutes less than minutes, it was completely empty, except for some old lady or some Asian fiddling with the camera and the guidance of the city.
We sat on hard seats of the subway, but after the ride to arrive on time seemed comfortable. We had about 20 minutes journey to reach their destination and then pulled out the iPod and a backpack, holding a cap to my travel company, I tried a few songs that would appeal to both.
"Listen to this!" I whispered, she put on her bonnet, and began singing Fix You, of course, Coldplay. I knew that was his favorite song, along with all other British group. The 20-minute journey passed fast, perhaps for the songs that we listened together, or perhaps to travel mentally I was doing. Between songs I had kept count of the stops, obviously to prevent the recurrence of undesirable events. We traveled fast between the tunnel and the clatter made by background, covering the melody of music, reduced almost to a whisper. Suddenly he began to curb the underground. I made a slight nod to my traveling companion who raised his head slowly, he understood. The atmosphere was quiet and relaxed, almost the calm before the storm. Everything moves slowly, the old lady in front of us who read "Donna Moderna", the Asian holed up in the bottom that handled nervously camera and a guy in a suit climbing the stop before you read a book in peace Grisham. We stopped and the doors opened. Camilla handed me the cap, took it and put everything in the black backpack. This time it was I who took the initiative and hips girded perfect. I thought about it over the whole trip and I finally found the courage.
He looked at me smiling and then we left the station in silence. Finally we got to the surface and the sun a bit 'dazzles us.

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"... After the door is opened before us the immense park, an expanse of green grass and trees, and some little family here and there. ..."_ Castello Sforzesco, Milano_

It was about 10:45 and Cathedral Square was packed with visitors and do not. The Cathedral is required solemn before us, white and illuminated by the warm summer sun. Before this show we were dazed a few minutes to look at the magnificence of 'building a nearly religious silence.
did not know what to do so, as good Vicenza, we decided to stop at a bar: the choice fell on the famous "Pumpkin Gallery, historic cafes center of the entrance to the gallery "Vittorio Emanuele II.
" We like plucking chickens, but we can enjoy a spritz in Piazza Duomo! "I said, just found a place outdoors.
"That's for sure. So what? It was certainly not planned this little detour. " I was thinking about it a few seconds, but there were not many things that came to mind.
"Well ... would not be a bad idea to take a ride in the gallery, see some little shops. Maybe there's something nice! A lunch on the fly and then you could go if we have time at the Castello Sforzesco. Thus we see the park. What do you think Camilla? ". As we thought over the waiter came to take orders, quick as a hawk catching a mouse and eats it in one gulp.
"What do you want kids?". The guy was tall and very young twenty years at most. Admittedly it was a superb piece of guy and if Camilla had certainly noticed. "But it looks like the kind attitude! Look at it and I'll kill you, I'll break your bones one by one. I start from the fingers and feet arrival! Fucking look at it that you do not know either. " Fortunately, the only thought. The guy was a bit 'embarrassed because he kept the wrong order. Write and erase, rewrite and Re-delete. After a bit 'of time we managed to order two spritz, and the boy went away, finally.
"Oh Riky! Given that cool? ".
"It will not seem to me everyone is beautiful! However, tornadoes before, what do you say? ". I replied curtly, to finally cover up for "Figo's bar" and move on to more serious things.
"You come on, not a bad idea ... Maybe I find something nice to catch me. "
Finally after several minutes, passed the phone with Thomas to tell him the latest news, came the spritz with a little 'of chips. Luckily it was not the first waiter to bring them, but a woman in her thirties, and thus avoid the hateful comments earlier.
began to quietly sip my drink, enjoying the cool breeze that blew on the square. When I took courage, I looked at the bill. I nearly choked me!
"I had I said that we would be plucked. Okay, we are in Piazza Duomo, one could not expect more. "
He spent about half an hour, we sat down to enjoy the spritz and talk about this and that. Despite the unexpected number of the day I liked it so much. I was in Milan, with the girl I was madly in cooked and everything seemed fine.
It was now 11 and one quarter when we decided to go to the Castello Sforzesco. The road was quite long, but walking hand in hand, everything else seemed terribly useless, irrelevant and secondary .. It was as if we had just me and her! I could not take his eyes off me, I enjoyed every curve of her body, every syllable of his sweet words. Almost glowed with an aura silver.
takes quite a bit 'to get to their destination because the girl stopped at every store to look with scrupulous attention to the windows, or a few times we came in for a closer look and touch the clothes that particularly intrigued. We talked, joked, ridavamo. We looked in our own world .. that amazing feeling!
get through eventually, with some more in stock, each full of this and that. Before us opened a view of the Castello Sforzesco, large and imposing. The breeze had given way to a hood heat unbearable, you takes your breath in your throat. In short, a hot dog. Arriving near the fountain roundabout, in front entrance of the castle, I sat on the edge a bit and I rinfrescai 'wrist and forehead.
"Fortunately there was a fountain! Another five minutes under 'I'm cursed sun and we let the feathers. " I said getting up.
"Do not tell me, I'm dying of heat! Damn, you were so good with the breeze in the first ... okay, so we enter we lie under a tree? So freshen up the shade. "
I nodded slowly as I started to walk towards the indicatami Cami. Past the gate is opened before us the immense park, an expanse of green grass and trees, and some little family here and there.
"I would say to get the" I said pointing to a fountain "So we have water handy. Roll out the blanket and lie down on the grass vah. "
"You come on, so I end up reading Vogue and maybe we even take a nap, which is not so bad."
So we did, spread the blanket on the grass, I pulled out my iPod and water and lay down.
"Oh, now that you are comfortable." Camilla lay beside me, clutching a little bit not to get dirty with the soil. I put the headphones in your ears and I was to choose the album to listen when the girl approached me hesitantly. We were face to face, we looked intently into his eyes, as if trying to read a thought of the other; taking me in controtempo she walked slowly, then gently kissed her lips.
thing left me literally dumb, I did not understand anything, my heart was beating like crazy, doing somersaults .. Yes, literally! I must have gone completely because I felt the burgundy hot face. Finally I recovered from that state of absolute amazement. Her lips were soft and slightly wet, I felt the warmth of the girl set fire to the heart. The circled her hips and pressed her to me, savoring that moment and gently sipping her perfect body, her femininity, her perfume intoxicating. We spent hours hugging each other and exchanged kisses full of passion, sweetness .. and maybe who knows ... ... .. full of love!
was my last.

Dry Cm Before Menstruation

Chapter 7

We were so asleep, hugging and clinging to each other. It was already 6:30 when I awoke slowly, due to a message.
"Where are you Richard?! I expected you home at 3. " It was my mom!
"But Holy shit! I forgot, damn. And now that I say to that woman? ". After my praise to prostitutes, Camilla woke up wondering why the curses.
"I had forgotten to write to my mother pararmi some excuse for the ass ... okay, the I write that I was in school for a search, did not take the phone and then go out to eat at the house of Gio, the 2-AT. What do you say? Holds as an excuse? ".
Camilla looked at me a bit 'wrong, but then nodded.
"Riky Well, I would say that since the six and a half would also be time to go ... or not?". Is answered with a distracted, as I started to put in your backpack all the paraphernalia.
We kissed again, embraced in the midst of the desert green, like two statues, which continues into eternity kiss. We walked through the front door and got to the subway station near the equestrian statue of Giuseppe Garibaldi. We walked, I held her tight little hand and hold it close so inflames the heart. We were his pigeons, I, with a ridiculous smile on his face, she wandered with his mind somewhere on the wings of desire who knows what.
"We hope there is a nice first lady."
both smiled when a cell phone began to ring the tune of "I Will Survive."
"Hello?" Said Camilla. From the screams and squeals that I knew had to be Elena, her best friend. Meanwhile, we had already bought tickets and were walking calmly toward the Green Line station. While Camilla was still chatting with her friend (the women are like that, when they start to call, not end its more), the convoy finally arrived, given the time, was full of commuters.
"What a break! Cami, I recommend attention to the bags. " She nodded absently and finally entered the sea of \u200b\u200bpeople before us. We spent the fifteen minutes later crushed between the passengers, any lateral movement or pounding your feet, or I collided violently. Finally we came out, suffocated by the lack of air and a bit 'dazed by the noise. Camilla felt that greeted his friend e..
"The borsaaaa! Richard, I have stolen the bag. " I knew he was going to end like this, I told her as gently as possible.
"Do not I would say this but ... I told you so! Okay, now it's done. We can not go to file a complaint because we would both in the shit, then I would say ... baskets, now is no use crying over spilled milk. " Camilla
mumbled something, but then put the phone in my backpack, took my hand and we walked to the station is a short walk from the metro station. Got your ticket to Venice, walked into the big station and then get on the train that already at the station, would be leaving in a few minutes. It was a really busy day, before the decision to burn the meeting with Camilla, (and I meet!) Departure for Verona and the arrival in Milan. The kiss. We were lying on the seats of the compartment, the other a squat, exchanging sweet words and loving gestures. I had a lot of girls, but she was the first who really wanted and I held it for real. I had captured her heart, and now I just want to keep it with care. The journey seemed to last a very short, sweet company's fault, the fault of thoughts, or as I like to call them films. The fact is that a quarter were 9 when we arrived at the station in Vicenza, awake. We greeted each other quietly, sitting on a bench in the waiting room of the building. I did not want to leave but had to yield to the temptation to stay with her until later when my mom called me to know where I was. Only then I realized to have a terrible hunger, reminding me that I had not touched food for lunch. After a thousand kisses me and Camilla left us with the desire to meet again as soon as possible, with the irresistible desire to spend hours hugging, intimate. On the way I stopped at the first bar to buy a sandwich and a drink and a good half hour after I got home, sweating in the heat and fatigue. Do not even said goodbye, I went in the room in hopes that my mother did not ask me the details of the day. I continued to think and rethink her. I found myself lying in bed, shirtless and with the thinking of the day basketball shorts, sure of one thing: I was with the person I most want to date and that made me forget everything that's bad in the world, the fact that tomorrow I should wake up early to go to school. I fell asleep thinking about the kiss in the park and with this thought I fell asleep lulled by the sweet words: "We will not ever, we day and night, we are good and evil, we have everything and nothing. Without the other one has no reason to exist. I've wanted for years, and now I just realized that you're everything to me. " He had pronounced my princess before we say goodbye.
The night passed very fast, like a train launched at full speed toward its destination, whatever it is. Thus it was that morning I woke up, got ready for school.
And I went.

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It was a cold December day, namely Saturday, December 20, the last day before the holidays, so much coveted. Now I was in high school boards in the first four months and I got used to the Friday of studying these damn notes of strategic geography. We had the meanest teacher, and especially bastard asshole of the school. Pasquale Trogu. But the Friday before was different. Trogu follows a very specific queries a day, one day said, one day questions, said one day, and so was all the time. The previous lesson was questioned, so it was assumed that the votes were to say today the questions and went on to explain, especially before the holidays, so as to give us homework. Fattostà that I had not opened the book and so I was not totally prepared.
Carolina argued heatedly with Laura, my neighbor's desk during the busy time change. There were those who nervously studying, in my view unnecessarily, the notes of the professor, who was laughing, joking, there were those who, like Kristian, shouting the worst things. 'Leo, trust me! What today is the shit and wonders, trust me! It does not have the brain of a normal person, is a student killing machine! Enjoys the frightened faces of the respondents! ' I said, even screamed as the casino, to be sure in reason.
'But it is impossible Kri! It would be pointless. Today, if questioned, would leave us with nothing to do during the holidays, and it is inconceivable for a sadist like him! Believe me. And then might ask, do not interrogate MUST! I do not know what it's talking! Yesterday I went out and figured if I start to study after a query '.
'If I were you, go over, so as not to take 3'. In fact, he was right, better at least know what you speak.
'Um, you're right actually. OK, throw me your notes, please? '. He pulled out his notes from the folder and then move. As I read to reluctantly unnecessary details about unknown people of Arab desert region, I heard the uproar that raged in the classroom and tried not to notice. The bell was rung about five minutes now and everything starts to sit, order desks in pairs, in rows aligned with the tile floor, put on the bench atlas block to the clipboard, pen, black and red. Just wanted Trogu, and each time, with great reluctance on the part of the class, it was so. When everything was in place was silent tomb. My companions looked like wax figures, obviously belonging to Seve, who was standing quietly against the wall to send messages, almost belonged to another world. Passover (as we loved to call him behind his back) came after several minutes of silence beginning. The atmosphere was gloomy: the low winter light that could be seen between a cloud and the other filled the room with a light gray pearl. Easter came in with the usual wrinkled face and all the students, or nearly so, they were petrified of the professor to look at every move. Finally began with the usual "Good morning boys." The class responded with a murmur of half-hearted, which made even more wrinkling his nose. He sat in the usual chair with arms by pulling out of the leather bag the little red book for questions.
'Calculator! Please .. '. But no one stood up. 'Go girl, the professor will eat mica!' still nothing. 'One of you stand up or I'll go through hell!' ground his devilish. I looked at Kristian, Laura, John, seemed to have no intention of giving up. Then I crossed eyes with Lame, imploring eyes to get up. Finally got the message and got a lot of truancy, with calculator in hand. Trogu barely lifted his eyes from the red notebook of questions, reaching out to Matthew, waiting for the calculator. He informed the votes to those directly affected, of course with the usual jokes of wheels to tease and humiliate. When it came time to put the bag in the red notebook he looked at us in the eye with a smile that did not understand. He turned the page, finding a white woman. The total fell more frost on the class, I stopped the heart for a few seconds. I had two lights for eyes, wide open in the direction of the chair. Laura became a curse by escape snigger those who were close to us. Everyone was terrified, but someone who did not understand the situation well or did not care. After some minutes of suspense called the children to be slaughtered:
'Well ... Fanchini, then ... let's see ... Well, granted, RISTOVA ... e. .. who again? Any volunteers? No eh ... Fagg then '. I was, Fagg was me.
I tried to bring back to mind all that I remembered, what I had just read. But the utter emptiness harbored in my mind, except a few "thrush" which was around the head, looking for a nest that was not there. Well, I did not remember anything. It was the first time I went on the block. Perhaps because the last lesson I had been absent, and then I had not even had the opportunity to follow the explanation. I calmed down, and little by little birds nest in the back of my head. I was trying to induce someone to the temptation to ask a question, so as to lengthen the stock, hoping to buy time and perhaps give a peek to the clipboard. Seve looked desperate, great party in these situations. He instantly realized the situation and put the phone in your pocket.
'Excuse me, Professor ... 'He began. 'How to holiday homework we have to thoroughly study the notes, right?'
do not know if insanity, recklessness, self harm, the most complete stupidity or stubbornness has led him to ask the question. Remember, 1st rule: Never call the "prof" Easter! Pain? Public beheading. It was so. Trogu looked up from the register and "little red book." The look was indescribable, anger, folly, hatred deep disgust. Everything was painted in the face, creating a monster.
'Forgive professor Seveglievich, I felt good demand. It was by chance: "Excuse me Professor, how holiday homework we have to thoroughly study the notes, right?" Or am I wrong? '.
Poor Seve blanched. Perhaps he realized the glaring error committed hours. But it was too late, the situation was hopeless.
'The Professor, so I can adjust the'. No he had not realized the error. Was bleached by the tone, perhaps. Trogu got up very slowly, moving towards the victim.
'Seveglievich, professor, I am a teacher! Remember, do not teach! If you want to call me professor, Mr. Trogu, Professor Trogu. Certainly not with a simple prof. You call your mother "but", or your classmates Sogaro, So? ' Seve
now had a smile painted on his face. 'Well, Professor, if it happens maybe, depends on the situation'. Trogu blushed and yelled something unique and then go sit down. The time taken was little. The theater had lasted no more than 10 minutes between a response and another. All whispering to each other, exchanging ideas and opinions of the incident, wasting more time at Easter, that I was now forced to demand silence to continue with the interrogation. Between a point and another 20 minutes had passed since the beginning of the lesson. Each passing minute I was sweating more and more, nervously reading the notes of Laura, in the throes of a frenzy of unknown origin. Usually I was calm and cool, do not reveal emotions, but nothing that day, a desperation. Trogu finally succeeded in getting the attention of the class and to restore an atmosphere of terror who regularly hung between the walls of the classroom.
'Well, after this long and pointless digression we can begin to question?' the deathly silence was a yes, though not convinced and wanted. 'Good. Let's start with Carolina, why the Region des ... '.
knocked on the door. Rule number two: never stop talking while Easter.
'Next! But is it possible that you can not do a search in peace!? '.
entered a caretaker that he began by welcoming the class. He had a paper in his hand with something written on it, was signed by the principal, then it must be something important. Easter was called to the office for some reason and had to go there now! Having heard the news of the class rejoiced in silence and I, personally, I thanked the heavens with silent cheers from the stadium. The professor mumbled something under his breath, asking the caretaker to stay here in class that "control". Trogu went broke when the pandemonium. Everyone stood up cheering, first questioned the three of us, that thanks to this or that reason we were able to postpone the catastrophe. I spent the time studying hard, trying to store the highest possible number of concepts, but with poor results. Unfortunately for us he returned after a few minutes, too short to put off the question. When he returned to class was furious, his big nose had become the same color of the cheeks: burgundy. He sat in his chair and sighed loudly.
'We were saying? Ah yes, Fanchini, why the Arab desert region takes this name? And what are the human characteristics and land? Quickly, please, time is running out! '.
Carolina began to speak very nervously. Unfortunately, it was always, studied, applied, we put the soul, but could not unlock. I was not listening to what he said, I was very concentrated on a clipboard, book, atlas, prints Cartography. From the whispers of Laura, who was his best friend, seemed to have responded excellent, "good for her," I thought a concept and another. Now the baton was passed to Kristian. Obviously the teacher did not lose the opportunity to weigh the fact of being a foreigner, the usual shit. In any case, Kri did his usual great figure, even though Easter had long dwelt in the past, questions about the program. It was two minutes in the recreation of the sound of the bell, now I was sure of having escaped, confident that I requested in the next lesson.
'RISTOVA Very good, really good. I would say that today was a very good question, I'm satisfied. We now hope that Faggionato not ruin everything '.
Rule number three: never take anything for granted.
Well ... you had me fooled. My blood froze in my veins, but I was unmoved, as if to prove that they have nothing to fear. I studied all that time, and I was sure to succeed.
'Well, Leonardo, dry answer, since we do not have much time. Because the region examined so far, was the most suitable to host a mentality, a population, a religion, a Muslim? '. No why me?
The silence and disbelief descended on the class, stunned by the question. Even the man par excellence of the class looked at Easter with wide eyes. I had made. It was not written anywhere, had never mentioned or suggested. These were the classic questions his "reasoning". I tried to spit the first things that came to mind, but it served little. After 2 minutes of agony rang the bell.
'Nothing eh? Well, goodbye to everyone and I would recommend: studied. Do not like your buddy here. '.
I jumped up like a fury, sending the chair upside down and the guy behind me. Laura took my arm, looking at me with eyes as if to say "no, it's worth it." I apologized to his companion and I sat back down. Furious.

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Never trust the church house

CHAPTER 1

was the year 1994, the year in which the priests drank again, and old amavan gossiping. The phone was still not at hand at all, but to compensate for that lack, to date irreplaceable, there was a team of old ladies that worked the best relays pre-war as "the Godfather of the country." All this only Langoria in Riviera Berica because few feet away, camps and campers, a few meters here, the 'urban cluster "that for some bureaucratic loophole was also a city, we are already in Vicenza. For those not of the place is, it can also easily get an idea of \u200b\u200bthe village imagining a long road, houses around the path and the church, which is not a church but the church. As to surround the old village an average of 101 100 inhabitants, In short, you could feel the smell of old still at the roundabout of the highway.

said that it is easy to imagine the monotony of this place. Take an old accident, at 7 seven is going to take the bread, always the same vein, he returns home, breakfast, playing card games at the bar of the church, accompanied by one or two eye shadows and some divine curse. Back at home, argues with his wife, at noon, and woe that is late, lunch. After lunch, nap, for when the children become grandparents, "casino", and then indulges in the afternoon, we bike or walk the hills, with good and bad weather. Here, re-read. Have you re-read? Well, now all the focus and consider that at least fifty Vecchiotti and grandmothers in his career, is mocked in this monotony. Weekly events are the market on Thursday, Sunday mass and the film club on Monday evening, because the dinner, after 7 o'clock not to be done.

It was a wet and cold Sunday in November, leaden day classic, bare trees and a weak chirping here and there, maybe the lure of a little lost. The whole village was crammed into the church, one of the few places where you could stand without a coat. The development continued without any major hitches, but still had not arrived at the time, mostly at the Last Supper. Yeah, you should know that this moment was always the most eagerly awaited on Sunday. No, not some for religious reasons, but because the spectacle of a tipsy priest is a must. Be assured, dear readers, and readers who Don Lino, aka Don Perignon, had a nice habit for wine. So, every Sunday, never missed an opportunity to fill the cup and then drain well in a gulp. Given that Sunday was on an empty stomach and a cup, is not un'ombretta!

This however is another story. Now this was a normal, down to Langoria. The fact that shocked the quiet and monotony of the country was really unusual and unique, as well as blasphemous.

was just a fall Sunday in the church and all are waiting to be over and then take refuge home. As you can imagine all, apart from the gossip that they had to say about the priest, were very sleepy and inattentive to what was happening inside the church. All but the old Hector, who before the death of his poor wife, God rest his soul, had become more observant of the good Don Perignon. The development had taken place smoothly, with some indecision on what to say due to the mouth of the Don for a mixed thirst a bit 'too strong. After the final rite el'offertorio all went whispering to each other of bad weather, part of the "de ciacole" to be made at the bar and so on. The usual speeches short. The priest as always stopped to chat outside the church this or that with the latest news, waiting for everyone to come out. Finally came out everyone, including Hector, who was always the last and if they could enter our Father and changing everything else. Perugino, the seminarians of the parish was lighting a candle, as usual on Sunday. Strangely, the basket with the cheapest of the church was on the altar. Perignon that was in the opposite end of the church noticed it immediately.

"Sa el ghe FAO trash? A Voria understanding won him who the hell puts the gà! dime but you, those guys will be my way of doing things el ah! Pfff, saints, dasime pasiensa the space within that statute, "

" What there is the trash? I want to know who the hell has supported over there! But tell you, these people will mica way of doing things ah! Pfff, saints, grant me the patience I break everything else! ".

said the poor father who went on to say, every Mass, that the basket was put on the table at the rectory so that people could not take the offers. He went puffing down the aisle to put the deals in place, count the money and write it down in the little red book 'accounting. " Approached more and more he felt strange, as if he had a bad feeling. Finally came to the altar and took the basket in hand, not even worthy of a look, as he was furious. When I got up, however, seemed light, almost flimsy. A shudder shook the old and sore back, ice age, a thought flashed his head, leaving an idea that gradually take root, growing, and increasingly ugly.

"But vuto vedare that ..."

"But you want to see that ..."

did not have time to finish the sentence, which saw the worst thing in his life, even worse than the perpetual Josephine in the shower humming "In the blue painted blue" by D. Modugno. The basket was empty, all offers were completely gone, vanished. Yet was certain that the basket was full, because it was an exceptional event, they were stingy old community.

"No ghe Poso believe! Oh Holy Mary and his son Jesus Christ savior who has given so much. My Savior God forgives the man who has defiled your holy house. Hail Mary full of grace ... "

" I can not believe! Oh Holy Mary and his son Jesus Christ savior who has given so much. My Savior God forgives the man who has defiled your holy house. Hail Mary full of grace ... ".

Then everything became blurry, flickering and poor Don fainted, collapsed on the steps before the altar.

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Our distraught priest awoke bouncing on his bed. Josephine, the perpetual, looked at him with concern, holding a cup of mulled wine and a slice of cake, while the young country doctor, who had evidently helped the sprightly old lady to move her father passed out, looking out the window, scanning the countryside endless.
"What Andrea Varda that if gà svejà vecio el, el is well. Deso el if you drink wine and then I jump teo see the steps par de monte Berici xe fun. Tuto de Gras mile seto! If we see from tomorrow evening, go to tell you what na sula Mary, who is mae goes! Bona domenega "
" Hey Andrew, see the old man woke up, he's fine. Now you can drink wine and then you see him jump down the steps of Monte Berico that is fun. Thank you all know! See you tomorrow night, I have to tell you something about Mary, who is sick! Good Sunday. "
Don Lino was still a bit 'dazed, but gladly accepted a cup of mulled wine and cakes. Meanwhile, the old man was recovering, the Josephine bombarded with questions, without even giving him time to respond or to swallow the pill to do it.
"Ghetto knows this but fate? Website helmet? Ghetto un'infarto fate? No eeeh! Andrea Parquet within a donut that you bring the hospital seto! But STETHOSCOPE well? Vuto else? Coert Na? Ghetto Fred? No parquet dime but you if you harbor calcosa you! You is not my problem! "
" Excuse me but what have you done? Did you fall? You did a heart attack? No eeeh! Why else call Andrea to take you to the hospital you know! But are you okay? Want more? A blanket? Are you cold? No, but tell me why I bring you something if you want! Do not get mica problems! "
" Madona Santisima Benedictine Pina! It is not broken, I'm very well! And 'that is suceso madona santa a casino, and do not know how nianca wasteland. The stuff is ga oferta! Madona santa overalls, but if poetry be? But that world Xeo? And how desolate femoral eh? Dime ... "
" Blessed Virgin blessed Joseph! Do not break, I'm fine I'm fine! E 'tremendous success chaos Holy Mother, and I do not know how to do it now. They stole the deals! All Holy Mother, but you can be? But the world is that? And now as we do it? Tell me ...".
"But drio schersare site? But who is x! Well, it is quiet and desolate raposa Seto. Vuto n'altro gioseto de vin? "
"Are you kidding? But who was it! Well, now you know you're calm and relaxed. Do you want another drop of wine? "
" But no, she calmly to sleep na scianta wasteland ... and then we see that cossa gavemo to do. 'So scominsia ironing dressed el par de tomorrow evening if you gò that dinner with the bishop city goddess "
" No you're calm now ... I sleep a bit' and then see what we do. Meanwhile, the iron begins to dress for tomorrow night you know that I have dinner with the bishop of the town (Vicenza).
Giuseppina snorted and left the room. Meanwhile the good priest was under the covers brooding on the incident. Was starting to bow out slightly. Finally decided to organize a meeting with the country to explain what happened and look for the manager.
After about 5 minutes to think past the incident decided to get up to start the voice of the meeting in the church. Teresa decided to call the meeting to say:
TUUU .... TUUU ... "This is Teresa, I know the Pina! This sentinel, el me ga Lino finger that el does' na meetings en La Cesa you park the accadù is a mess. Sentinel, Cosita ago, the donut Anna Maria dams and stuff. If those trovemo tuti el vecio person and when that bell. "
TUUU .... TUUU ... "Hey Teresa, are the Pina! Look, I said that Lino is a church meeting because it happened a casino. Play, do this: call the Anna Maria and tell her that. There is all of them when the priest ring the bells. "
As Teresa deaf par excellence was not the least noticed that it was Don Perignon to speak and not Joseph. The fact is that the gossip did pass the item to the entire country, around 5, after the ringing of bells, finally met in church. Everyone was curious to know what had happened, except of course the culprit, who was aware of everything.

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Don Perignon was in church for a while 'old men and women when they finally arrive. During the wait, had filled a bit 'too much glass, so to dispose of some' nervous. When they all sat down and did a bit 'of silence finally debuted Father:
"Comrades, friends, brothers, and maybe even sisters. Today, the house of the Lord, was consumed by a blasphemy, never seen in 30 years of vocation. Yes, dear countrymen, was stolen the basket of offerings, and all its contents. "There was a pause stage to allow the words to stick in the mind of the" public ". Then he went on.
"The fact is happened after Mass in the house of the Lord! FROM ONE OF YOU! And we are here today To bring together, to discover the culprit. "
Everyone began to shout against each other, blaming one or the other.
"Moèghea, pack gaine dee! Weight is the ninth of me! What if hip to crack! "
" Stop, flock of chickens! You are worse than my grandmother! Which is also dead. "

Nothing! As if he had not said anything, everyone kept yelling and blaming.
"BASTAAA, MAS-CIO GOD !!!!"
" BASTAAA, DIVINITY 'pig !!!!".

There was a deafening silence. Everyone turned astonished eyes wide open. The father realized that he exaggerated the fault of the pre-prosecchino sermon. From the back of the church, the place usually reserved for the disabled, got up a chorus of very seasoned, the now anzianotte sisters of the parish.
"Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners. And at the hour of our death. ... Amen Hail Mary. " Then he stood
Sister Albina:
"Lino, SA Ghetto fate?! But drio schersare site, nea House of Lord Santisimo Benedeto? But the site format? That appears when you ghe finger, has run from fiol the devil! You preach so well, but you Rasoli mae! "
" Lino, what did you do?! Are you kidding, in the house of the Lord Blessed Blessed? Are you crazy? What you have said, is a son of the devil! Preach so well, but Razzoli evil! "

At this point they were all really shocked. They got up and began to inveigh against the priest, they felt "blasphemous" or "Son of the devil." But the climax was reached when two of the confusion Gossip, The Mary and the year, stood up and shouted in unison:

"Thief! This is being lu! Thief, thief, thief! Blasphemous! Te ghe stuff the suits oferta! "
" Thief! And 'He did it! Thief, thief, thief! Blasphemous! Did you steal the deals! "

At this point the father, humiliated to death, left the church. Crying.

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Meanwhile the church had fallen into silence, someone came out to ask the good Father money back, obviously in vain. Other if they were sitting on benches in silence, brooding on the incident. Now that everyone had blamed someone without knowing his innocence, had nothing to do. At one point he got up the old Hector

"Comrades, Gavi fate 'na Cape! No where is my el Lino. I know the park .... parquet is so boring with a lu ciacole. El ga ga el parquet Sbai curse, but as the wise who is tuti. Podar be calcheduno is that poetry remain Visin el altar, meaning that nesun think mae. "
" Comrades, you have done something stupid! There was Lino. I know why ... because I was outside with him to talk. Was wrong because he has blasphemed, but you know everybody is. It may have been someone who can remain near the altar, and no one thinks evil. "

Everyone was confused, disoriented, perhaps because they realized it was wrong. Everyone knows that one can not blame anyone, everyone knows that you do not feel realized until he found a scapegoat. After a few moments of muttering stood an old man, about sixty, bald:
"Ma 'lora, if not it is lu ... Who seo el colpevoe? Dime Perugino, you think that you understanding won de tuto, who demo to blame? "
" But then, if he did not ... Who is guilty? Perugino Tell me, you who think you know all those who we blame " .

Everyone wanted to blame someone, not caring whether it was right or not. The man basically tends to find the culprit, tends to accuse any person. All, perhaps prejudice, stupidity, did not see kindly to Perugino, for that color a bit '"tan" as they call someone of his skin. That is to say within that which should be the house of the Lord, you say and think things are worse than the theft itself. Not content with having put in a bad light and poor Lino Perugino, targeted a girl, with a reputation certainly not the best. Samantha, Sammy, He stood in a corner, intent on looking in the mirror to check that the trick was in order. It was quite restless, perhaps because he knew the culprit, or perhaps simply because he had to go out with some friends recently recommended.
"And you Samantha, you know disito eh? No te nint if de is my story? Soit de you are always you that you send your demands in the methyl caseta of pressiosi tel. Lora? Sa disito? "
" And you Samantha, what do you say eh? Do not know anything about this story? Usually it's always you who put the deals in the drawer of the precious. So? What do you say? ".

The poor girl in the middle of its 16 years, certainly sometimes too much influenced by their hormonal storms, but certainly not guilty of his age, was incredulos that question so accusatory. The poor girl fell arms really do not know what to say and whether to respond. Besides, what would you, readers, if you gave the girl of "loose morals" only one way to dress and do a little 'eccentric? The poor woman did not answer, the more angry than frightened.
"Lora dear? No, you answer mine? Vedio dear friends? No talk about the parks in the know Gavar saying only that no par busìe ciaparse and sins! Perhaps it not gà Lino de mae no fate, but I'm sure if you are in and! If always on the Chei 'biggest Mighetto de chealtra Paroc. Enough, I'm going to this place, if the tuti thieves in here, Lino, who pute that drinking white that is not late, the el negro! Perugino, no me you will never piassudo. Nol if poe vivare with people like that in 'na turned on. "
" then darlin? Mica does not respond? You see, dear friends? He does not talk because he knows that would mean not only lies to take the blame! Perhaps Lino did not nothing wrong, but I'm sure it was you! She is always with his friends most of the other large parish (and not the other side). Enough, I'm leaving this place, they are all thieves in here, Lino, the girl who drinks white is not milk, and the nigger! Perugino, I've never liked it. You can not live with such people inside a church. "

Yes, these were the very words of the old fools. but the weirdest thing is that all, or nearly so, the present applauded him. Only one person did not flinch after that speech, Hector. He stood in a corner of intent to pray, or so it seemed. Followed numerous speeches and arguments between those present, but I'd rather save you the shame. So suspicious and blame went to poor Sammy, who during all these warm and loving speech, which could reveal the immense wisdom of fools, had spoken with Don Perugino, who was perhaps the only one who believed.
Needless to say there is always someone who has the power to incite the masses against those who want him. In this case the victim was the poor Sammy, whose only crime was to be there at that time. The spark sprang from a certain Mario:

"Scoltème. If the shear is tuti those who drinks, smokes and that he attended a brute around. What you cast that seems to steal and basket with Schei para el cesa of the lord? Maybe the stuff ga par comprarse and cigarette butts, or whatever. According to me, and if you are. El Lino poor it not nothing to do. True that drinking and ga el tuti surprised many today when it el ga curse, but it not lu ga stuff at all. And if you are the! The parks if contraroi el bon Hector, that if ever en el Cesa, chel tuti who always helps! The exercise Dovara tuti as lu! Samantha, pulling or drilling the Schei ciamemo the puloti! Movate ... "
" Hear. You all know that this girl who drinks, smokes and attended an ugly turn. What you want is for her to steal the trash with money for the house of the Lord? Maybe they have stolen to buy the sigrette, or who knows thing. According to me it was her. The poor Lino has nothing to do. True drinking and that has shocked today when he cursed, but he has not stolen anything. it was she! Why is the opposite of good Hector, who is always in the church, which always helps everyone! They should all be like him! Samantha, take the money or call the cops! Move ...".

The poor woman turned white. Came a tremendous fuss, everybody shouting against the noise in the more total. There were those who defended the girl, who the accused, who was absurd speculation about an alleged visit by Jesus himself. Perugino finally intervened.
"In the name of the Lord, Stop! Bunch of old fools. "
The baritone voice of the young man echoed the three naves of the church, overlooking every voice and quiet.
"Go all out, you realize the crap you're saying? You are going against every teaching of Jesus our Lord! Go out and cool off my head, I'll tell you when to come back. " All went
discussing animatedly. Perugino was alone in the church silent and bare. He was worried by the turn things were taking. The community was so shocked by trying desperately for a scapegoat, guilty or not.

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After about 20 minutes of prayer and reflection called Perugino in all, to start the conversation and find the real culprit. All those who were outside had discussed the events but did not give air to the brain.
He rose again to Mario for reporting this young seminarian who had been sitting outside joints:

"Lora Perugino, gavemo discussion forums while you yesterday here in scondarte. The Samantha to be good but you na de ga little finger Toni, who is the bank sinque minutes ago, that the talks with de ga I know that is the ninth mae, so if mine is not the EA. But nesun that you know where you are you. According to the rest of us you will Perugino is, no one that you know where you are, you will be dovarisito el responsible for trash and you will be the only one who is inside the Cesa. Tuti if I agree with me. "
" Perugino Then, we discussed while you were out here to hide. The Samantha will be a no-good, but said Toni, who arrived five minutes ago, who spoke with the grandmother of the girl who is sick, so she did not. But nobody knows where it was you. In our view was you Perugino, you should be responsible for the trash and you're the only one left inside the church. They all agree with me. "

"How can you Mario! You're just a racist, you know that I would not be able to do such a thing, even under the fumes of alcohol! Your problem is that you're a racist, as everyone here! Only a racist! The real problem is my skin color, right? Reply, liar, answer me! ". The two tears were coming down, she wiped away with a flick and nervous.
"Perhaps, but this is the reality." Mario replied triumphantly, confident.
The poor young people lack the forces, was innocent, because he went to light a candle, as usual. But he could not prove it, consequently, had been "stuck" the eyes of all he was guilty.
Mario had a winning sort of expression, seemed to say - Look at all those who are good, I solved the mystery and now deserve a new denture! -
Suddenly, however, rose Ettore, who had always remained silent except for some comments. He looked very dejected and resigned, someone who can do nothing except what he was doing.
"Mario, if you are not my Perugino, MI if you know who."
" Mario, has been mica Perugino, I know it was."

"Gods' lora, pride, those templates if you are lora.
" From then on, tell me who it was then."

the old man said mockingly, with an idiotic smile on his face.
"I know is me."

Silence fell between those present, all upset, even Mario had lost his smile, which had turned into a lifeless face.
"Yes Please go tuti many saints, the Virgin Mary, tuti. But if the dead isteso moiere me. Deso, disime, if na only right that gives as good and more in this way, without guilt and sin? Jesus betrayed me ga me incase Iero black. So go the cheapest stuff, parquet if it not worth anything if it makes people die and how. However el tuto nea caseta goddess if interested e 'na envelope. "
" Yes, I prayed all the saints, the Virgin Mary, all. But my wife is dead anyway. Now, tell me, is right that a good woman like her die like that, without faults and sins? Jesus betrayed me and I was furious black. So I stole the deals, because you do not deserve anything, if it kills people like her. However, it is all in the mailbox in an envelope. "

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How did it end? Don Perignon was excommunicated and made a vow of silence, Samantha continued her life as if nothing had success, not caring about what others said or thought of her. Perugino Perugino Don became the first priest in the community of color, and showed that much to give to those four shrew who until recently had accused him first. The poor Hector, after signs of mental illness, had built a small chapel in his house, in her new home. He had been away from Langoria, because he had disappointed and surprised everyone by breaking the title of "house church man."

This is the story that every night I told my dear grandfather, each time with some different aspect, Mario Joseph became the doctor became a lawyer to do everything, Langoria or even become another town of Vicenza, as Longara. My dear grandfather, however, never forgot the meaning, or rather the real meaning of history, it was true or not. People live with prejudices, is blind, he sees the black man, a little girl in 'immoral, in the alcoholic priest, the stain of the company, using these figures as scapegoats, to live a life with less anxiety and guilt.

END

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Francesca was now at the station. He was strategic delay and was walking in a
faster than permitted by his dancers all pink buy from a few hours before Bruschi
for the occasion. Was to meet with Julie, her best friend, and a certain David. The spoke for
months of this kind, they had met on Facebook, the popular social network. Guile had enrolled
recently had the only photos on the PC was to the sea a few months before she and Francesca.
That summer, they spent a week every night in a disco or somewhere "in" di Jesolo, dance and drink like sponges.
One avenue was already in Rome when suddenly the phone rang somewhere in
bag. He began to look in every remote corner of the immense
shoulder when he finally found it.
"Hello!" Chirped shrilly.
"aaaaah! Among among among! They are in strategic delay, DICK! My idiot brother
not find the keys and we're still at home! What do we do? "Julie shrieked from the unit.
"Giulia, Fan ... heart! Heck, I already have your third wheel because you do not have the courage to go
alone, and now I have to stay with him ???".
"Please ... Fraaaa. I'm your best friend .. invent something! "
Francesca was now in the Piazza Castello and could already see the young man sitting in front of the statue of G.
Garibaldi, came up while talking on the phone.
"Come on, please, you're a bit 'with him ...."
"... But with caz. Uhuuuuh, ok ok, I'll stay with him, hello. "The phone rang off the face. Giulia
tried to understand why this sudden change but to no avail. Now Frank was already imposing fairy to David, who was sitting at the foot of the statue with the phone in one hand and the other in the pocket of Bermuda's white gas, which were paired with a black shirt
Armani. He was really good according to the girl. He wore a pair of Ray-Ban Mirror, with straight hair that the peeping raven before his eyes. At each step the beat continued to increase, and was increasingly nervous. Finally he looked up slowly, from head to foot, hidden behind his mirrored lenses. Francesca had been amazed by the boy, was not the most beautiful he had ever seen, but it was still hopelessly fascinated, she was undecided: If you were presented as Francesca, Giulia would expect it to arrive and then would spend the afternoon next to this couple twittering of finches that sentimental phrases, but if she said of being Julia? "Hello, David, you have to be Julia!" He said the young man taking off his glasses and signed revealing two eyes very clear, almost ice, seemed to light up side by side with dark hair, dark. The girl was almost fainted when he saw them, she misses the earth under your feet.
"I? Oh, yes yes ... Among are eh, Julia, please! "
Nothing to be done, he had not thought about the things that would happen, saying those six letters. He said those few words, almost whispering, as if to mask the deception unwittingly.
"Yes? You sure? "David had a strange smile, as if he understood why the words of Francesca. Frank blushed visibly, despite his skin tanned from months in the Riviera, then nodded, unconvinced. The heat was very strong, so David and "Julia" decided to take refuge in one of the many cafes that populate the city center.
"Sorry, I did not have to go with your friend ... Federica? "He asked as they walked.
"Who? Ah, no name is Francesca and perhaps come later, but I'm not sure why he said he had transportation problems ... guilt of his brother. "The words were all out in one breath, these seemed only to convince the handsome boy at his side.
"So Julia, how's your sister?" It was apparent that the boy was a bit 'embarrassed
and was not sure this was the best way to break the ice. Francesca was taken a bit ' against
in time, did not expect at all that kind of applications, expected things like "how are the holidays," "What school are you doing?", "you have a boyfriend", had also prepared a little feasible
"I have free house and since it is hot we want a quick trip to freshen up?" I certainly was not prepared for questions about things that do not closely related, as he pretended to be her best friend.
"I do not have a sister ... "The escaped pulse.
"WELL, WELL, SPLENDIDLY say!" Almost screamed, had to be careful, he could not risk everything to send to that country. The frowning David answered almost in a whisper:
"But you told me that he was at home with bronchitis?". -Bronchitis? What the fuck says, the Annina has bronchitis, I would have said Giulia! Boh ...- he thought to himself.
"Of course! Yes, yes, bad bronchitis! Oh yes! Well well ... but good in the sense ... in the sense that it is better now,
you! Much better! "He wanted to bury under a mountain! He looked at the response of the whole
a bit 'wrong, laughing. The two after laughing for 10 minutes for this and that other crap they arrived at the "Cafe Natura" and sat in the shade of parasols. After the two sat down Francesca's cell phone began to play, someone was calling her. Julia was and then she began in a cold sweat.
"Now what the fuck I say?" Whispered Frank.