back from a first taste of the holidays, I get back to work and continue what I left in mid ... good read ...
I was immersed in fog and my feet did not touch the ground, was flying without knowing where I was going, off and on was moving his arms and legs trying to gain altitude and exit from the bench to see where I was, but with poor results. Then, suddenly, the mist thinned and I found myself in the middle of a semi dark road, a hundred yards there was a lamp post and under it was a woman, despite the distance it seemed to me that his figure had something family but at the same time distant and unrecognizable. More and more I approached the light was weak, reddish and flickering, as if the bulb was leaving gradually replaced by a torch tore his gaze from the figure and I ran on the landscape, the asphalt was giving way to wide and flat stones and along roadsides the campaign was turning into the woods. It was like stepping back in time to see the technology regress.
The woman continued to remain firm but with every step I could see some more particular: he wore a long dress that bandaged to the foot dry, highlighting the physical and slender, dark color was deep under the flickering light and highlight the extreme pallor of her complexion, already emphasized by brown hair. Face could only see the outlines of the profile as the orientation and the shadows made invisible the rest.
The curiosity to see his face made me want to put all the energy in the movements of arms and legs, but despite the best efforts I could not get closer than I wanted, it was as if a barrier separates me from the mysterious female figure . There was something that attracted me and at the same time, I refused, I was now resigned to watching from a distance when he turned. He moved his lips and then with a gesture drew large spiral in the air and crossing disappearing from my view. I tried
to follow through that plan, did not hold out much hope because there seemed to be a wall between us, but I managed to get to the other side of that portal, or whatever it was.
Suddenly everything became dark and silent, there was no nothing, nothing seemed to be the never ending story, lasted only a moment and then I found myself in a crowded noisy room. Even the shadow of the mysterious woman, it was like death, the place looked like a normal pub, the kind that are found in every city: loud music, and rivers of beer in a room that was visible as soon as the pool tables.
Out of habit, or perhaps not to appear a fish out of water, although no one seemed to notice me, I approached the counter and ordered a beer without even looking up the bartender gave me back.
he leans out of the fridge and pulled out a beer, she uncorked it and turned to Grant, I looked up and our eyes met. Two green eyes set in a tanned face were fixed on mine, I took the beer and I looked away for a look at how was the rest of the owner.
or dark brown hair short or long, tanned skin, normal stature, high cheekbones and full lips, but not too athletic gym, jeans and a shirt. Attractive but ordinarily, I turned and walked to the pool tables sipping my beer. They were all busy, but one that in the far corner, there was a person with the stick in his hand but he was not playing. I took a cue from the wall and I walked there, I was a few steps when the person turned around.
-I was waiting for.
was she was the woman, only now wearing modern clothes.
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