"... 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
"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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