The few hours of the morning mingled in the afternoon and during my REM sleep, they created the early evening.
I woke up at 18:15 pm
Directorate bathroom. Yellow liquid and urgent relief. I gave him a feline face flushed. I opened the door. I looked down. I got like a camera. I filmed a bit dumb suede boots, legs, legs, and even a pair of legs sheathed in black tights, denim skirt, black belt, smiling, rounded breasts wrapped in a tight shirt black turtleneck collar, pink skin, and long locks of blond hair in a beautiful horse's tail, thin lips and tight, I peered occhiazzurri air indignant and judgmental.
-Hi Karin-um dazed.
The beautiful blonde who was in the news blackout by the accident of algae Korean diplomat, he avoided me and went cautiously down the toilet and closed the door with a gesture dry. The
sfanculai softly.
I put on a CD. Faith No More Digging The Grave. I needed to charge. I needed a lot of things.
turned on the phone.
I sang along with Mike Patton. Three bags on display.
House. Matthew. Sally.
Sally? I know of none with that name. I called
my. My mother tenette twenty minutes of light on my watch wondering lifestyle, followed without interruption required the abandonment of the habit of smoking admonitions on a decent clothing to face the stage, big and good luck.
-I will not do what stage mom I said in one breath.
-Implied
-Ti-La pass your father softly feminine and submissive unleashed in me a sense of guilt of the Bible.
my father's voice was calm as always hot. And sad.
His wise words slow and knew where to hit. I stood in silence to listen to possess Karin in imagining the roar of the shower. Her breasts were dripping glasses upside down and where my tongue crept liquid while I welcome the string to the sides of his moans Anglophones.
-I can not stop you from anything Alessandro. It makes me feel so bad at the mercy of situations, it is my duty to try to make you think. Do not give sorrow to your mother. Face the reality, it's time to grow-
The conversation is closed between sighs disappointed and worried.
Matthew did not answer.
I pressed send on the mysterious Sally.
rang. -Hello-
.
Pause.
Um .. Hello .. Hello .. I'm Alex .. Hello Alessandro
how'its going? You woke up?
Californian accent. I had learned to recognize the nuances.
-Sally? -
laughter, fresh and sunny.
My name is Kelly! You very drunk yesterday you know?.
.--I know I added almost unduly inflated.
There was a brief conversation in which I learned that Kelly was a student of Polimoda 22 years old, born in Santa Monica, speaks fluent Italian and had a lot of fun to the party of the night just past. I made an aperitif at the Rex 20e30.
called in quick succession Electra, Tommy, Julius. No one was able to give me explanations about the Californian from the beautiful voice.
Karin finally freed the shower. Friends
alcoholics, I thought to myself, making me caressed by warm rain I ran to the skin.
I felt good. I was decided.
I knew I was avoiding to choose from. But doing so warm, soaked in a postcard with the blue sea, palm trees and white sand was much better than staying where I was.
I had some savings. The rest you'd find in some way. I was under water for long.
20:10 pm.
-crossings and Destinies are intertwined in the non-random day today dear friends of the aquarium-the astrologer warned me of a local radio station during the selection of jeans for my appointment.
operation shortly. I put almost the only clean, put on my beloved leather jacket and went to the discovery of California.
I arrived almost on time. There were not many people inside the room.
A table of guys and coarse Florentine was finishing the last course appetizer. I looked feminine features that could enlighten me and make me remember. I watched two blondes sitting on two stools. No signal. I went over to the toilet, looking around. I ordered a dark beer. Across the bar a minute girl, straight black hair with olive complexion and full lips gently waved her hand, smiling with amusement.
He walked around the counter, fast and graceful he joined me and without me time to catch me he put his arms on the neck by printing a kiss on the mouth.
had a clear and torn jeans, a turtleneck fine white jersey that became veiled on one breast but not too soon. A small circle on the nose and gently rounded an angular face. It was not beautiful. I felt a shock when her hands did not stop grazed as he spoke. A low persuasive voice hoarse.
-I am missed your kisses, "said brushing the lobe with his soft tongue.
A huge question mark over my head camp.
I had to stop drinking so much. I remembered that television program in which they spoke of the cases affected by alzeimher thirties.
alcohol the previous night had clouded my memory, but obviously not my testosterone. I made a 'huge swig of beer. I went to the toilet.
did not take me long to realize that Kelly was not the usual stupid mats that happened to pick up in Florence. We talked about everything. To hours. Without pauses and silences. He told me that I had gained while staring persistently danced all night. She sat next to me and we had not stopped kissing until she was not going to take two cuba libre. On his return was evaporated.
He never knew the real version of events. The fixity of my gaze was directed toward a green fluorescent light of club that I apparently hypnotized by keeping awake I had planted there by herself, not to do the cool mysterious, but to avoid throwing up in your face mix of gin and rum I rolled brain cells. I poured my soul into the toilet of the premises until closing time.
-But really you go away? - Said brushing his lips every time the ice of a cocktail it came into contact.
Softness and electricity in a food processor. I looked stoned.
Kelly was a New York father and mother do not know. He kept teaching at a small school of photography in the center and singing in clubs and villas for parties and receptions.
knew so many things without there ever been in Sardinia. His father had lived there for a while '.
-To work? -
-I'd rather not talk about it will you? - His voice became like the ice cube floating in her drink.
threw it down and ordered another immediately.
watched her amber skin, high cheekbones and the expression fair. His eyes were as dark as the berries myrtle and something familiar in the movements. Whatever was the reason for the stay of the island's father, certainly not remained indifferent to the austere charm of Sardinian women.
drank like a sponge and was out like a terrace. The hand of the great white clock above the counter, made several turns before it dried up glasses and wallet, awkwardly zigzagged between the tables to reach the now empty crate.
We left the room. Air. Silent streets and humidity sharp.
Our mouths did not come away for a second, leaning against one another in a deserted Piazza Santa Croce. I could feel her soft pelvis bumping my way along Via de 'Macci. Was freed from the grip on its flanks. He took a deep breath. Stop in the middle of the road began to sing my lungs.
-Oh lord dont'you buy me a mercedes benz. .......( Text search)
I was in the 70s. I closed my eyes. His voice was rough and full creepy. I opened them to see Janis Joplin-haired blacks as ravens beat the windows overlooking the narrow and dark.
-So? Icchè you doing here? We shot in the head god i'piscio bono! -
A hoarse voice as melodious but less interrupted the impromptu blues session .. We ran all the way
. Our coarse laughter eccheggiarono sleeping city.
Kelly suddenly stopped. He leaned against a door. It was there with your back slightly arched. He looked at me catching my breath.
I was excited. I took like a cheetah on a gazelle now panting prey. A cheetah
obscured by reflections. The Gazelle quickly opened the door and jumped up two flights of stairs. I avoided by a hair on his face a tragicomic door, climbed the steps to four, reached the door.
felt her breasts swelling on his fingers as he gave wise turn-key in the lock. I enjoined silence posandomi a finger as the sea salt on my lips impatiently.
Sex. Sex happy and cheerful. I kissed his face relentlessly sharp irregular freed her full body and sinuous, the clothes are too tight now. I only heard
placai his skin hot and trembling on mine.
We remained several minutes to listen to our breath over the sheets drenched in sweat, drained and filled in unison.
in my nostrils stuck in his hair came a sweet and irresistible scent of mystery.
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