.. 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.
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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