Sunny day
was a sweet spring morning.
The flowers on the sand dunes formed a dense mat in pink and yellow diamonds.
The sea had just silvered by the light of dawn.
clean even a cloud in the sky and everything around me just the roar of the sea.
A reassuring hand.
I loved walking into a time when there was almost none.
I could imagine that the beach was all mine from port up to the Torre Paola.
The ankle-length dress and jacket of cotton, the same purple apparel, were caressed by the breeze of dawn, when sleep ends and begins the vigil of the day and the sun clears away the mists of the night.
looked at the golden beach in front of me, still intact, with no trace, like the days of creation.
was enough to get lost in a sky so blue and perfect, and an emerald sea and sometimes tinged with Sapphire, which opened as far as the eye can see.
I was in my element, no matter where or how many lives had already had, certainly that was my place, the place where I wanted to live forever and die. Immersed
in those thoughts here, I had not realized that I was no longer alone.
I had not seen immediately, at first I could think of a trick of the light, the dawning of the rest was left behind the night and the sky was stained dark blue light which is diluted only by the distant Sun.
many times I banged the lids.
He was out of the water, naked as the first human being on earth, only veiled light, the perfection of those members young and virile.
Unaware that apparently like me until recently, was no longer alone.
blinked with both hands the great mass of hair, color of ripe wheat, and in so doing, he unwittingly show to his entire physicality.
I did not have the strength to remove the eye.
do not know if it was because of that beauty is absolutely shocking, or perhaps because of the fact that he had revealed in a few moments.
He turned his face on my side.
blushed, took a sideways grin and turned back, while I was in turmoil.
I thought of all the evil I can look at him for being left out and I was still trying to regain normal breathing, rubbing her hands on her dress.
As I prayed it was gone, only the fruit of the light in the morning or hallucination-style parents in Eden, here, timidly, I turned.
say that I only turn her head and, on the shoulder and was stunned.
I was so close I could smell the sea on the skin.
On reflection I took a half step back, I missed putting the foot, chained to a dark green look more surprised than anything else, so I fell and then, I saw that he had put a pair of black cotton pants, a skin .
swallowed empty. He leaned
holding out a hand.
blushed again. A high school
than eighty years ago would have been more practical.
I took his hand and he pulled me up, without effort.
The muscles of the arm flashed, that's all.
pulled up to my face as if he were studying.
- I apologize. I thought of being alone .- I stammered, my apologies of the act, in effect, that he had gone swimming naked. He smiled, the beautiful smiling mouth is arched at the corners
- I thought too. - All of them. Did not budge. He looked at me. I noticed the cat's eyes, sparkling green, oblique cut and fringed by thick lashes, arched eyebrows, prominent cheekbones, the mouth large and sensual, straight nose. The man was perfect. It must have been a hallucination, or perhaps an angel in human form.
- Well you know ... - I said and he bowed his head on his shoulder, just, right, and I studied. I realized that it was to be an insect under a magnifying glass. - I ... - I said, just to give me a patina of confidence. He did not move
- Loro call me Michelangelo. - Scandium floor, as if it was just difficult to spell - you? What's your name? -
- They call me ... I am .- Angelica said. As my mind wondered "who they?" Here is that one of the houses just beyond the dunes came down a small team of people.
A man in his fifties, two women dressed as nurses and three thugs. Michelangelo made a face and went all the light-eyed cat. I saw him just blow away the "NO", which had risen to the beautiful mouth.
In a few steps were of the round. I was ignored completely.
The man in his fifties, tall and sturdy, expensive shirt and pants, grabbed him arm. I felt the tone
hard - I know I do not have to go out without asking! - He said it as if he were addressing a child slow on the uptake. That scene left me puzzled.
Michelangelo turned away, trying to get out on the pretty face I read a lot of anger and frustration and suffering in her eyes.
The man grabbed him again and the thugs put him behind. While
dragged away, he turned to me, Michelangelo, a regret in his eyes huge, almost raw, feral.
He left me with a feeling of suffocation that labored to send away.
coffee gurgling in mocha.
I was rereading the chapter that I would send e-mail when the phone rang.
I took it and read the incoming number.
Mordicchiai a pencil while the alarm trilled killing me ears. With a resigned sigh
I said to my lawyer.
The sun gilded the dunes of the afternoon and danced among the flowers, creating strange shapes in the sand.
chewing an apple, draining the juice running down the lip with the back of the hand.
Needless to say, free from oppressive thoughts to know what had really happened to my parents, why I knew I was already living in that place, but not in the present life and the friendly rebuke of a man who had started as a lawyer and was transformed into an unlikely seducer, my thoughts were free to turn blond angel.
I wonder who really was and why this bunch of people besieged him as angry dogs.
After the apple I put in plastic bag in my pocket and then got up.
pants and the top allowed me to grab all the sun on the skin left uncovered.
washed my hands in the clear water and let drain while barefoot, bareheaded, as I headed for a conditioned reflex to the Torre Paola.
At that time the beach was dotted with bodies lying in the sun, the screaming children who were desperate mothers and sisters, busy couples frolicking as if they were in an alcove of a brothel, to be proud Owners of large dogs with long hair moving about drooling and smearing anyone within five meters of sand and who knows what else.
So there was all this varied world that dawn was not there.
The granting of the beach in front of the house had expired and I was struggling to make me renew and avoid strangers are camping on the door of my house or leave me all kinds of waste in the pots of geraniums. The City
I was unable to fence again, and this led to numerous problems. Moreover
that was from my home and strenuous effort and I would not let go easily, poor lost puppy in the middle of cerberi large size, with sumptuous collars and owners millionaires.
I walked a long and inevitably came close to the peach-colored villa, which had thrown up the posse of blond guardian angel in the morning.
I was inclined to think of him all the best.
I can imagine the existence of a poor boy who was wounded fighting against evil stepmothers, as men of fifty years and thugs from his face fierce and stupid.
Perhaps my fervent fantasy of an amateur writer was really dangerous.
Ghignai of myself and I pulled straight.
La Luna seemed to float, white, round, black silk in the sky.
Not far from my house a bunch of rowdy boys danced to the beat of Celtic music, shouting, laughing and drank more beer throwing bottles everywhere.
I was thoroughly convinced that the ancient Celts would have been ashamed of being associated with those idiots, especially when an empty bottle shattered, just above my head on the wall of my house.
was when I forgot to be a foot high and with my angry feet sixty-two cm marched in step towards charging the bonfire.
intercepted what was to be as tight as a drum, my usual luck.
yells at him to stop but the music made me have the effect of a fish aquarium.
type, powerful like a bear but not so smart, I stumbled on her heels and breathed in air that he would face a fetidissima perhaps wanted to be a question, but ended in a coarse laugh. It barely
interest on the legs, was drunk.
I turned my gaze on the faces of those stupid bivouacked around.
I knelt down to one girl.
- I dress them up ... Could you please not to throw bottles at my house? - I screamed and I looked at that, a busty blonde who knew of arrogance in his nose. Smirked and leaned sideways to another guy sitting next to them.
What stood facing the menacing air of one who did not understand anything but it must say no just for the heck of it.
I pushed and I, that I was not prepared, I fell backwards.
The girl, who was next, took advantage of kicking and so when I rolled over, afraid to miss those shots, I jumped over the brute.
was as if I had stayed in a landslide. But a landslide
drunk and ferocious stupidity.
I tried to Groping her face and before he could achieve the assestai a newspaper on the nose, with all his might.
It was a strong blow, but allowed me to crawl away.
I was getting up when I was grabbed by the hair and pulled down after a painful tug like a crown of thorns planted a shovel on his head.
I got a kick in the stomach and several shots at his side.
lost his breath and was a lump of pain, while I was thinking only about how to get up to escape and call law enforcement. The shots came
painful, I turned around, the blond girl and dall'energumeno his nose split.
Then I saw the girl fly away like a dead leaf in autumn el'energumeno receive a blow to the chin that sent him back.
bruised and sore I saw an angel face bending over me. In
emerald green eyes, I saw endless punishment.
- Can you stand up? -
- Yes, I ... - I was responding when Michelangelo was hit from behind.
But it was like hitting a handful of sand and clear water of the sea.
Michelangelo got rid of the socket and bent so as to unbalance the beast, which settled down kicking and slapping so strong Splitting the bones.
I wondered who was to know how to fight that way and when he faced the other two, putting them out of the game, I was now standing in a crowd of people.
staring at him, impressed and were produced in an off-key and delayed applause. Michelangelo
even looked at them and that his face bore a cut, approached me.
- Let's go home! - And told me in his arms, lifting me like I was the first paper to bring up the dune.
Needless to say, something in me snapped.
My mind was shattered and his heart gave way when he opened the door of my house with a kick and I laid it on the red sofa with infinite delicacy.
I stared at him, dazed.
- But you Who are you? - I asked and he looked around.
- Where do you keep the medication? -
- I'm blue in the cupboard in the kitchen sink! - I replied, watching him. He wore a shirt color sugar paper is open to the muscular chest and hairless and baggy pants, tied at the waist by a strap that seemed stolen from the shoes of a giant.
took gauze and disinfectant and put them on the table next to me.
with gauze soaked in medicine, approached.
smiled, embarrassed as a child.
- It is so, is it? - Churches. I nodded
- Do not worry, I can do it alone! - But I said my voice was shaking. Basically the attack and then because of its proximity. He knew of coffee hot biscuits. A sweet and innocent. He gave me dizzy and went up like a dog at the sight of the bowl.
- I want to do it, Angelica .- let roll my name in your mouth like it was candy. I blinked, a flight of butterflies in the stomach.
- Oh ... I really - but he was already wiping a wound on his right arm. I watched him move as a nurse practitioner, with a somewhat 'rough, I was sure that would use the leaves and potions if he could, on my wounds.
- Thanks .- blew out. He looked like a cat and put them in my hypnotist, I poured it into a sensual look. I swallowed a vacuum.
- You're welcome. I was thinking about you .-
- Pensavi a me? TU?- mi uscì proprio il maiuscolo e lui non si scompose. Con un viso dolce di bambino troppo cresciuto replicò
- Da questa mattina!-
- Oh…e perché?- Domandai, incerta se volessi davvero sapere la risposta.
- Sei la prima persona che incontro, da quando sono qui!- rispose, in modo asciutto. Non sapevo se esserne delusa o no e poi convenni che era decisamente la cosa più logica che potessi aspettarmi. Gli sorrisi
- Sei gentile.- dissi e lui finì di pulire le mie ferite
- Resteranno i lividi.- costatò, il tono desolato di chi non può fare altro. Feci una smorfietta e alzai le sopracciglia
- Oh beh, passeranno.-
In quel momento accostò to my face and with an innocent, even if the emerald green eyes were sending flashes of sensuality, churches
- Can I do anything else? -
- No, you were wonderful. Thanks! - I blinked several times, it was difficult to dissolve enchantment.
The smile on his face went a bit crunchy like an apple.
lit up from within.
Crouching, he was still very high, on the floor, holding my hands.
- Want ... - he looked at me and wrinkled her nose - which is still here? - Tried, apparently, to formulate the thought as if she were speaking a foreign language.
- Do not they will be looking for? - And I said I hated him for the expression of suffering that lingered on his face.
- I do not want to go there! -
- But you do not live with them? -
not said anything other than a snarl, growl if you can take as an answer.
He raised a hand, his left hand, and with his knuckles touched my face, then spread his fingers and passed the tips on the nose and mouth, draw the outline.
I remained motionless and better than many painkillers, he managed to make me forget the pain of the blows.
He walked with his face.
I thought that I would have kissed her.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled a smile I had never seen so spontaneous and so pure, if not in a child. Seemed to have invaded the truest happiness.
I became very emotional to see him like that. The man seemed
without protection, without any of those patterns and habits that education force us to adopt.
- Michelangelo ... - I whispered his name, as if to be sure it was true. That he was serious about them. He sighed, cracking a pure, a gurgle of joy, the principle of a tinkling laugh.
- Tonight I'm here for you. -
- I will try, they will come looking for you ... you ... - I started but he got up and walked towards the door, closed it, closed the wooden shutters on the windows and then stirred in the dark with ease. I had climbed a terrible question to mind, but he came back with a lighter and a candle Red scented. He put on the table beside the sofa el'accese. Then he smiled again
- Here .- said. - There will
.- On the old stove was boiling water for tea.
Michelangelo was sitting on the table, crouched down and watched what I did.
trying without much success to ignore the pain I was putting the biscuits on a tray. I put it on the table and in doing so crossed the eyes of Michelangelo.
the beautiful sensual mouth hovered always a smile. In return
smiles - What are you always be happy, you? - I asked rather stupidly.
He raised his right hand and put it on my heart, then took mine and put it on his own. If it were necessary to emphasize after that gesture felt a bit 'of tachycardia.
chuckled feel my heart disorder, then I let go, slowly, as if satisfied, for that moment.
The hot tea seemed a bit to get back 'to the world, the pain as the blood flowed in my veins and I was waiting for the analgesic effect did.
I had been uncertain whether or not to go to the emergency room, but Michael could not accompany me.
So I gave up.
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