picked up the phone, Dial the number and brought the phone to your face. He heard the ringing in the brain as if they were arrows that cut through the wind. The fifth ring, and finally the sound. Sweet, soft, melodious, gentle and unique, as only he could hear him clutching his heart in his chest. She always and only her. Nobody like her in all this time. The only true feeling among all the failures, fears, mistakes and the horrors of his time. He put down by instinct, he felt again that it can not succeed at once felt useless. So full of feeling and so empty inside. She threw herself on the bed, helpless as his thoughts voiceless, still and motionless in the depths of his heart. And so destroyed, that could not killing the silence and shouted out the pain ... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! 
August is a holiday rather useless. It 's a summer day like many others, with the difference that the cities are deserted and people were massing on the Italian Riviera, creating chaos and disorder. Not that I do not appreciate the burning of midnight, even the midnight bonfires should be a summer institution. Abolish the August and down with the bad fire. Abolish the so sad that small families are moving house literally on the beach in August, complete with table, portable television, refrigerator and all the silver of her parents ("because the homes in August steal treasure!"). Abolish the old and flabby rinseccoliti costumes so narrow as to clearly distinguish their religion. And away from the beaches of the classic gym-thirties who try with the girls showing off parcels front of disproportionate size (but c'avete put 'no rock? ). These subjects them to you nose in low doses during the summer but in August shut offices and warehouses and open yards. And so you find yourself ... Fuck I can not, I have to say Valentine of shit! 
I raced for years trying to reach the horizon and then realize that the horizon does not exist. It 's just an illusion that the sky at some point be able to meet the earth. Continue to see that thin away more and more like a slow death and a quick death at every step. At the edge of those roads real estate people, standing staring at that line. People laughed. "I will not like them, I do not ever give up." Only now do I realize how stupid I was. They had understood everything and I sweated blood for nothing. But now I'm stopped. I, too, on my horizon, waiting for someone to stop to rest or maybe just looking at all those horizons that are one step away from us. 
"reason," the prelate said, "God is , of this I am sure. " "What gives you this certainty?" The boy asked, lighting a joint. "I feel it. You know the question of faith, no, or do you have it or you do not have, and I feel like there's not much to do." The boy took a breath again and passed the joint to the prelate. "This does not mean that God exists. You can be sure that you have faith to believe in something, but your faith does not ignore that that something exists. "" I feel that the force exists, it is the one guy that comes my faith. "They looked for a moment at the bottom, where the machines were running on the road 23 plan. The bishop took a last time and then threw the butt down the slope. "Open two beers," he said. The boy pulled out of the bag with the lighter Carlsberg and the uncorked in less than 10 seconds. "So why do you stop?" continued the boy. "I've got thought you know. The greatness of God is infinite for me, as well as his love. But perhaps God does not need me, or at least this old cloak that I wear. He does not need someone who can carry his love among the people, why not an old fool can never turn that spark in the heart of you guys. "And he pulled down a sip of clear." You have taught me so much "the boy said looking into his eyes. He did not know whether to support his decision today or give confidence to the road chose like him when he was just a boy. "Son, do you believe in God?". "No", replied without hesitation. "Know the laws that govern the world, the commandments, what is sin and what is not according to the tenets that I have taught you. But faith boy, you have to hear that you and nobody else. If I was not able to open your heart to God, well, then it serves no purpose. "" You've shown me a kind of love that I have ever known. You gave me more than you think. " He took another sip and down the boy got up from the dirt wall. "Do not come back then?". The bishop smiled. "That only God knows." 
Looks of wonder about him. I do not even know a bit, but admired him. The stands were packed and the lights illuminating what it was. The audience was holding him for a smile, a sigh children. The talcum powder wore his rough hands, and eyes closed not to show any emotion. But he felt, and how. It was not fear, never had. Launch into space for him was all that his life had meaning. But more was expected that the hands of his partner grabbed him to pull even a round of applause. He looked at her now. He could not read his eyes, but inside of him knew that there was nothing to fear. The damn thing would jump blindfolded, just to be able to trust her. He climbed the stairs and climbed up to his heart in his throat. Because they know they can count on her was worth more than applause and admiration of liberation. He was on top now. He was looking for something more in his eyes, but did not know what. She smiled. He also smiled and his heart slowly fell into place. He grabbed the pole and the silence all around. Pause. Eyes closed. The strong legs pushed up the ramp to betray. He felt the air about him, but waited at her. She had thought she was. Open gl'occhi and stretched his arms. But no one was there to grab his hands. Before falling from his safety looked at the bottom. There she was, and still smiling. Dark. 
Happiness is a faint light in a dark and another. Today, two small sparks have lit the night and one of them was born in the eyes of a girl. For a moment he dodged the thoughts and maybe he felt that feeling I feel children on Christmas Day. He ripped off the paper, opened the box and the light shone clearly in her eyes. In this little toy, do not know that the great and sometimes they do not want to understand, there was little he needed. Some time alone with her dreams, away from his fears. Maybe it was not a burning flame, but would have warmed his heart for a while. Then there was the second spark. That kindled in the heart of a boy. He too had received a gift, perhaps the most beautiful of all. For a while, had made the girl happy. Her smile, the light in his eyes, there was nothing else in the world that would . He knew that was not enough, but that moment was worth a dream. 
The people danced around him, amused. The fog lights and loud music sight and hearing. The words were coming out of mouths off and were lost in the air like fragments of a cigarette. The faces of intermittent fighting hard on his face and every smile, in those few seconds, it revealed a cruel grin. He sat, without choice, showed them his best. Someone took a glass at times, other fake compassion, more needs to feel clean inside and outside. Do not blame them. Not judging them for what they were: cattle. So was he a beast without the privilege of hunting, struggling every day against death sentences to life. He was his Executioner. He had a precise, clean, clear as sipping whiskey, and continued to swallow constantly. Meanwhile, the skin feel touched by women seeking a puppy to be protected and cared for. Hookers, which were sold at the lowest possible suffering. He still could not complain. Conscious of being still in the tournament, touched anyone would asses of those whores. He did it with malice, with the wickedness of those who hate because they can not love. Of those who die every day because they can not live. So, who would have stopped the hand of a cripple? 
