Those two were the emblem of love. Young and beautiful. Then one took away the opportunity to work in a country Equatorial and suddenly agreed to go down there together. I saw them leave with three suitcases. I had dinner with them the night before the takeoff. Did not stop a moment to exchange glances of deer. That was love.
I thanked god or a possible substitute for having had the opportunity to see the look of Cupid, which I knew the rest of Cupid.
that when I reached a feeeling great with my new girlfriend got also the beginning of the conflict. Luna has made a mistake when he found reason for my fascination unpredictability. In recognizing this
accentuai again, if possible, and this feature eccedetti that time I bothered to carry out a framework Unfinished her. I had a small dose sensitivity to understand how this was offensive to an artist ..
One day I met the art critic said most of the environment visited by the Moon. In the throes of some suspects and narrow in the emotional vise in which she held me then, is not permissible criticism that the son had moved about an experiment that my illustrious companion painting allowed me to expose part of its staff.
- Down the legs from my work!
Intimae's, as I pointed out a detail.
The guy turned to me in all its imposing figure to guide the eye more shocked that he could set.
- That's right, I did not ask that you have to express an opinion on what I paint.
- ...
- because you're an art critic and go good for the players ... but I ...
and I ravviai
a lock of hair - well ... 'I ... I'm something else.
And I wanted to go further:
- Now, given the silence that is created in this feast of cock, you'll all be there thinking "uh-oh, the companion of the painter is quite drunk or worse ...". No my dear, do not work that way .. no-no-no.
Frost.
- I repeat: no. So do not go, no-no; The companion of the painter "is not for nothing ... sb-ron-zo! ok? rather let ...
shut up, as if I seen a ghost, then I did and I fiondai wearing red to a bystander: - hey you! ruddy hands down by my girlfriend!
Dude, chosen at random from among the admirers of the Moon, seemed conscious of a joke in some measure, to set an expression Bogart (excellent mimicry among other things, it occurred to me that I could have caught an actor in the bunch) the face of old Hollywood's most successful, then a wink: - I have not seen Nioi to give ... your wife? mh?
was to spray in my face the last sip of Havana, swallowed, kept the game: - I argue yes. Now you tell me?
jaw tight to Jack Palance: - that we should perhaps ask her if is true or not ...
and looked vaguely amused the others who were enjoying the skit
- Sure! But if this was necessary! strength now, of yours!
look askance, tick the Humphrey (lip and cigarette): - Well I say ...
around people seemed to start having fun a lot, the guy getting comfortable with the situation
-... I say ... Lord, I say it's necessary! (Now the new Hollywood, say deniro in "The Untouchables")
So predictably interrupted her:
- Dan, we want to end this charade?
- A moment dear, I think my friend here has something to ask you ...
Now the piece of his master: - I think rather than for her to want you to ask something, is not true Luny?
laughter, risatissime!
- but I say you are a fool of everyone tonight?
Then change the game, new improvisation: - No, no, a moment dear, let's be clear here and now that I am perfectly lucid and I are absolutely right to ask our friend about what I should inform me about you and he ... So?
something in my tone had instilled the impression that you were not kidding at all more, the laughter fade, the friend he suffered greatly, the faded look, Stanislavski left him:
- hehe ... I have to answer me?
- should I respond?
- ehehm ...
not laugh more no.
Inside I did not laugh even more, not at that point.
Everything had suddenly cooled, the critic who had recently threatened now seemed determined to close the account: - Gentlemen do not think it is neither the place nor the place, that is ... I mean ... look at Mr Dweyer Mrs. Moon do not you think ...
- Sure ... Dan .. please ... we end this thing here ...
but now no longer had the strength to face - Please Dan ..
I had drunk enough to decide that the logic was an insult to the intelligence and knowledge to proceed to the improvisations.
- No, there is a question a moment ... standing ...
- Daniel ... please ...
- No wait, just because un panzone vestito come nell’ottocento che dice di saperne di quadri si permette di interrompere una questione tra me e te e quest’altro...
- Lasciamo stare Dan... ora calmati...vuoi?...
Mossi un passo verso Luna, sembrava procedessi con le stampelle.
L’enorme critico ritenne di farsi barriera per la mia compagna
- Luna... Luna dì a Shriek qui che desidero parlare serenamente con te!
- Signor Dweyer lei non é abbastanza sereno stasera...
quindi partì il primo cazzotto, dritto alla mascella del gigante, qualcosa volò in mezzo alle tartine.
Mi venne addosso un muro di giacche, io scalciavo, ma persi velocemente il controllo degli arti, mi sparì di sotto il pavimento, smarrii mental course in each formulation, everything around me is a bustle of suits, I looked like a cluttered closet in the theater, blazer, pinstriped, I saw even a tuxedo, stench of mothballs, scotch, sweat, and then a sudden change of perspective and the impact disruptive of the cold marble temple. Before closing his eyes made out clearly Luna on his knees, looked at me, but seemed to assess the damage caused to one China. Then he seemed to want me to caress, I almost changed his mind about him, but thumb and index finger, minutes and nails, fell away from my cheekbone clutching a gold piece. The last thought she went to a debt with the bank and my dentist.
10/30/2004
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