... usual menu of the day: "Falling in love (is so hard on your knees)" Aerosmith
Here is the second part 3 of chap! The other is here: P
"Even today, little butterfly, I have to go away today. But Kim back before dark, do not worry! They still are ... You do not understand a word of what Kim says, is not it, my puppy? ". Little Kylie is lulled into the arms of the young mother feel safe and loved and soon slipped into a deep sleep.
could not notice that Kim had placed in a shopping cart, rather than in a cot with all the trappings, he could not see that coming out of mommy stealthily, making up for not waking her up. He never knew, because he could not attend the scene, exactly as they did a wonderful clash, but it certainly was, albeit indirectly, the lives disheveled as much as the two who took part in person.
Kim ran. He ran because, as happened a couple of days now, leave her puppy all alone in the cabin at the end of the country was the only way he groped for an approach with the boy sadly seductive emporium, distracting him up to steal a box of cereal or a bottle of milk right under our noses. He ran because he wanted to hurry back to her child. He ran because he was terrified that Kylie woke up and found her beside him. It was still running, about ten minutes later, leaving dall'emporio. With the spoils of a bottle and a quart of milk hidden in the arms fragile.
running away from herself ... to stumble upon a sudden in the solitude of others. A rather clear and loneliness with her hair blue eyes a lot: to say with words he would use her, in short, a delicious, huge pain in the ass.
***
Even today we failed. Rain every day trying to convince them to recover a shred of dialogue with Grace, but nothing seemed to give him the necessary strength. He thought that maybe leaving, leave that bleak and desolate place of miseries and misunderstandings would have been better for both. What he lacked, in fact, had the courage to ring the damn bell and force them to leave those four walls drenched in painful lies. But not Rain could in any way to convince himself that this was a realistic option.
"can not miss the opportunity forever," he repeated constantly, like a mantra. "It will change the wind, sooner or later." Meanwhile, watch her like a stalker by any asylum was all that sometimes its weak initiative was able to conceive, but can not tolerate to see her in that state of apparent exhaustion. Until that afternoon all, did not see her leave the house. From the veranda watching the road, peering inquisitive eyes. "I certainly expect Samuel," thought Rain with a hint of regret: a little obsessive attention that under no circumstances could relate to him, the Ghost, the pariah that the small community barely tolerated and that this wonderful woman identified all of a sudden with the enemy.
Suddenly he saw her move to the gate of the fence: he thought of meet her, but she noticed the side across the street blasted with a look. Resigned, Rain turned to home. But then he heard her scream.
***
The child was returned to the devastated area. Between sobs, comforted by the strong arms of big brother Bal, had managed to tell a lady that bad, down in the country, had threatened her with a rake just to move away from that red-haired child so sweet to know the day of arrival Tsegi .
Jewel had seen Sammy in tears - Jewel was able to escape because something had stopped the woman - believed Jewel even hear her cry, she ran away - Jewel hardly knew what had happened - Jewel had not had the courage to look back ... At this point in the story, an uncontrollable tears had prevented any further questions to the child.
Better postpone other contacts with Local a data da destinarsi - ma perché tutto doveva essere così difficile? Messa a nanna la piccola, sfinita e sconvolta, nella stanza accogliente del carro che divideva col fratellone Bal, il buio e la stanchezza avevano avuto la meglio sull’intero gruppo, ora rintanato nei vari carrozzoni.
Quando il bel Claude, qualche anno prima, aveva iniziato a coltivare un interesse intenso per le belle ragazze (oltre a quello puramente, nobilmente intellettuale per Baudelaire e Picasso, però, sia chiaro), non s’era immediately realized its potential.
thought it was so easy for anyone, in peace and ease, start friendships pleasantly with so-called fairer sex so sticky by papering photo-trophies his private corner of the caravan, divided in half with his sisters. What makes things quite complicated, however, was this continuous move from one end of the States.
course, would never have felt at home anywhere ... His mother, a beautiful European gypsy, had ladled out in the middle of Montmartre, raging against herself and his father - whoever he was. Claude had never been able to recall the face of the woman to whom he owed his life: he had lost his trail in a few days. Since she only got the name and the remarkable eyes.
Growing up in the hardships of pampering by the loving siblings, caring girls as only dealing with a doll may be, Claude had spent his childhood near the subway station to ask the pockets of passers-by in a sign of piety return of the violin spaccatimpani Moon. As long as the fate had a hand stretched their unexpected.
Aster had welcomed them and collected as frightened kittens. Nyx, who was then and always, he had moved objections. They had softened tremendously, so alone and lost, those three pulcinotti. So the woman and the cat they had raised as their puppies. Years later, having to return to the U.S., his home and place of the hypothetical memory, to Balthazar support his nephew, who was only a pestiferous dependent sister, Aster had proposed to follow them: thus was born the strange caravanserai where Gypsies were part .
This crossed my mind in a vivid flash of Claude as he bent on a perfect stranger who, at three in the morning, had reversed their rudimentary drum roasting. It is said that when it is in the sight of his own death, all life flows before the eyes of the mind: the only thing that Claude was able to articulate about it, wondering why the same thing was happening in laying eyes on an unknown girl clumsy, it was simply that in those eyes would have liked to drown.
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