Chris Isaak, "Waiting for the rain to fall "
Here's the result. Kisses and hugs, people! And thanks. Todo.
NB: FIFF , because I knew exactly who would be wearing your wonderful shirt? ^ ^
Too bad, though. Kim had risen to good now, had become an ice shower with the watering can hanging from the highest branch of the tree that grew in the yard stunted, had faced the day with a chocolate bar between two soldiers, then she brushed my teeth with care.
He even wore the funny T-shirt for the big events, the mascot, to meet the blond clash - Karl, if I remember correctly - without giving the impression to have a single item of clothing you can rely on (he had at least three, in fact, that washed all the time, even at public drinking fountains on the street corner, but this was not necessary to make this known to the guy in question). In short, despite his surprise, Kim had to wonder how that meeting was really a appointment. Too bad.
pity because, watching the young brat peldicarota resting peacefully in bed, Kim could not help but wonder with the heart that might never wake. Kylie while she bent over to devote to her, in fact - wash and dress her up with the best swimsuit, take the best they could with the baby bottle nipple bitten of that battered and then run together with the small to the little bar on the day before - Kim s' she realized that she was still asleep in a blissful sleep, evidently restaurateur. Therefore, the fresh decision to take her with him to know Karl, in order to clean play right now and find out immediately if the blond had serious intentions or not, ruined in a hurry on itself as a precarious house of cards.
Kim felt a lump in my throat and a touch of regret to the idea of losing yet another train, destined to trudge lifetime on the tracks of the alternatives are missing. Drove back the proud single tear threatening to roll right on the chin and sat staring into space.
***
Rain continued to stare at his hands, stunned. He lay there, seated on the floor with his back against the wall, to see the ruin and destruction of his small world after having tasted a bit of paradise for a few moments immortal, now permanently lost. Grace had left the room like a fury, rushing down the stairs in full flight. The boy tormented, troubled. What had broken the spell?
From the dark image as a blow struck him, breaking his breath.
Kissing had been among their most spontaneous and natural act they had ever exchanged. He seemed to have come out of the air itself, until that moment unheeded suggestion and then, suddenly, shared by both. She had approached the soft lips to his, said a rush to kiss, caressed the face of Rain with what seemed at least to all intents and purposes a very sweet and intense movement, if not love. So what had suddenly cracked?
The flashbacks haunted him, merciless. He did not believe he would ever released alive, after all. Impossible. The only feelings to which he clung to avoid death penalty were exactly the size of her hands under the vague stranger still smell the air, the mad heart to remind him that that was not a dream. Cursing, Rain said untrimmed sheets on which he had lived just before the culmination of a dream unfulfilled, for a brief moment the hate. Then, finally succumbing to itself, we jumped on it. They still smell her.
***
When, for the umpteenth time, Moon had whispered in the ear of his provocative, Balthazar could not help but grin. He was a man after all, is said to mo 'apology as he tried to collect his thoughts after quell'ennesima storm. In fact he knew perfectly well that the Emerald would have noticed in a few seconds, and hoped that she intervene ripped off by the wicked witch once and for all. Exposing themselves, finally. But the plan did not go exactly as he had hoped the boy. The two had briefly scrambled - to be honest, Em had pushed his sister losing complete control, while the other, stunned and a bit 'guilty, let her do - as long as Em was in tears and fled the Moon had dismissed instantly, makin' eyes to a stranger in jeans. Fortunately the rest of the band seemed not to have noticed anything: Jewel was playing in the wagon he shared with burgundy brother, Claude could not be seen anywhere and Aster trafficked in the kitchen. Balthazar still took a few moments to reflect.
Di Moon a lui non era mai realmente fregato nulla. Non che non le fosse affezionato, sia chiaro: ma non aveva mai amato particolarmente le vittorie facili, e, beh, nel caso di Moon il trofeo era lui stesso. No, Bal sapeva perfettamente cosa voleva il suo cuore: ma niente al mondo l’avrebbe spinto a prenderselo, paralizzato com’era in sua presenza. Emerald lo immobilizzava completamente. Quell’espressione dolce e lontana, quel misto di forza e fragilità, quel tepore domestico che sembrava emanare lo avevano conquistato sin dai primi giorni di forzata convivenza. Sapeva che la zia Aster aveva cresciuto quei tre - Em, Moon e il teppistello Claude - As our children and would never tolerate such a part of Bal obvious source of strife and turmoil. On the other hand, the young man had not been deliberately placed in the middle between the two: for some months now, simply, the situation had greatly exaggerated, with Moon who was trying to ensnare no holds barred and Emi him cordially ignored, and some little woman responsible 'pathologically shy, but mangiandoselo eyes when he thought nobody was watching. The one caused him to tutt'andare, the other's shirts mended. The first is a tempting embarrassed at any time of day and night, the other kept watch over him at a distance and the cooked patties. Pathetic.
He stared at the blue door behind which he hid his dilemma. The ballet between them was plain for everyone, even the small Jewel, who often urged in vain to say a few words to the sweet Emi. What to do now? She was there, entrenched in their wagon to sob uncontrollably, feeling probably an idiot. Bal moves few steps, eventually stopping in front of that same port without having the courage to knock.
"Big, big and cagasotto," it teased a Claude suddenly popped out of nowhere , who had followed the scene from afar, or perhaps he had simply guessed. "Do you want to enter your mind? Otherwise get out of the back and let me pass, that until proven otherwise I live here and I have a urgent need of our ADSL abuse "continued the teenager with a good dose of irony in his eyes.
Bal stood aside and allowed the boy to achieve its picturesque PC, assembled with material of luck and electronic wastes. Em has not been seen anywhere. The giant became strong and crossed the threshold, blinking his eyes to accustom to the gloom.
noticed the boxes and the garbage boy, stacked with no semblance of order close to that shaky pc. The wall plastered with photos and writings, the books piled up in bulk, the cot-like Jewel, and - just around the corner, in addition to the small partition - the large bed of Am no trace of her, though. While Bal blushed mechanically, with a chuckle Claude left the bandwagon by closing the door from the outside. Bal found himself lost. And now?
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