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