as always I hope like it and, once again, but should be the last summer, I interrupt you for a week or maybe something more because you travel the world ... will take up as soon as possible and who knows what new experiences do not add meat to the fire ...! ;)
Soundtrack: Winterreise by ColdWorld
I do not know how I managed to be sure it was really him, I could see only the color of the shirt, no model or anything, but I was sure it was him! The "problem" was that I was no longer dreaming, I was sitting on the wall next to the sea, my bike not far and the clothes are still damp, on the other hand, the sky was painted pink and the sun was peeping from behind a cliff . I touched my pockets, trying not to attract attention, but my mind was still foggy and the attempt to appear anti sgam failed miserably.
-Do not worry, I have not stolen anything, do not steal the people sleeping. I just wanted to make sure you were okay and that would not fall from the wall, you were shaking in her sleep, floundered.
He was right, the keys were still there, and anyway I had him my salvation, this time otherwise I might suffocate in the smoke of the room, and then replied: - Thank you and sorry, but you never know ... The sun was
I arose and now I had better run home and put myself on my knees to pray that not too tortured me before I kill you, unless they had already mobilized the special forces at all, then in that case no prayer would be sufficient. Black shirt sat cross-legged beside me in silence, watching me in my turn, I watched the sky become more and more blue. I was looking for a plausible excuse to justify what had happened, I could not explain it to me, let alone to justify the English Inquisition.
continued to stare and silence began to get heavy and the situation a little too strange, at least for me, so I got up, took the keys from his pocket and turned to greet and leave. I did not think he had stood up, I had noticed the movement, so I went to bump into.
-Sorry, I did not see
-up ... It's okay.
-I gotta go. E.. thanks again for the first ..- maybe you do not know what I'm talking about, but thanks, then I added mentally.
I turned and climbed into motion, I had disconnected the his eyes from the picture to take helmet and put it back when I heard him, or at least I seemed to hear him say: - Look out the dreams you do, the dark can be tricky ..
I looked up to see if he was really talking to me and I was stunned. It was no longer there, and I did not see even in the neighborhood, not on the beach, not on the rocks and even on the boardwalk, was how to shoot, but I was sure I heard his voice a little earlier. I had to actually be more tired than I thought. While I was putting into motion thought he saw something in the water, almost in the same spot where I was before, from the rocks, and I can swear that something was awfully similar to the black shirt. Were it not for the fact that it was not possible that we had spent so little time and that I had not seen before. I just had to go get me some sleep in my comfortable bed and forget the night, but I was waiting for the first tornado of the English Inquisition. Shit ...
The trip to the cottage, and flew in a moment I found myself down the steps towards the door. It all seemed so quiet, maybe too much, or maybe it was me that I had made too many mental disorders. A relaxing melody came muffled by the heavy wooden doors, pushed the door and I was not surprised to find the open door, my two roommates had never had the good habit of using the locks. I went trying to make as little noise as possible, still hoping to be able to delay the sermons after a nap. I got almost to the free room but made the mistake of opening the bathroom door. I predicted the creak in the room and then began screaming. I do not remember their exact words but you can easily imagine, that I remember is how I found it. They had filled the bath with candles and vanilla were immersed up to his neck in the tub full of water and foam, evidently trying to appear not as relaxed. Sprang up as if the water had suddenly become ice and shouted. They cried until they knew what to say and were tired enough of the vocal cords. So demanded a valid explanation ... I was staring at my best friends wrapped in towels, not knowing what to say, vagliai once again all the options and then ... and then remained silent. I let slip through the door without knowing what to say, continues to look but without actually seeing them, the room was slowly changing before my eyes, was taking the shape of a rather familiar place. The darkness that surrounds you when you've got even more strength to dream, a relaxing and monotonous darkness that fall, get lost and drown in complete abandonment.
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