(Solonna Conor recommended: "Winds Of Change" Scorpions ")
The first to arrive were them, those of the bandwagon. Anachronistic and colorful strangers by definition, armed with clay jars and beads braided wire, dropped by chance in that material and moral desert where the sands had fallen asleep even the living. That afternoon of June languished, soft and suffocating.
to look for their first parade through the city with a mixture of anxiety and excitement was invincible Samuel, eleven and a red mane. Racing at breakneck speed to celebrate the last day of school, had crossed the alley connecting the quiet little school to the big white house he shared with his grandparents and mother to stumble up dramatically. In getting up, ready to peck a sound scolding of the mother for having torn the jeans with the right knee, had been forced to ignore the issue when a huge uproar of sounds, voices and howled had found its way along the road. "The circus?" He asked, amazed.
Diving behind a fence then it seemed the only solution, since too coward to go home on the fly but too curious not to see for themselves what was causing so much commotion.
"Nyx! Come back here. " A beautiful clear voice and fresh, clear as the lake that grandparents Sammy kept in the picture on a table, the little sounds irresistible: peering through the cracks of the old fence that hid him to find out to whom it belonged, what he saw left him without breath. He had never seen a cat run so fast. He had never seen wearing clothes similar someone in the country. But you, the owner of the voice, clothes and maybe even the cat she ... was simply wonderful. Better than mom's chocolate cake, it seemed at the time. In the days ahead, his sense of guilt would always wished you could retract this thought blasphemous. But he could not ever do that.
Gattaccia The color of the pitch continued to spill from one side of the pavement showing no signs of slowing down. Fair and elusive, the jaws brandished his prized trophy, a silver necklace of strange shapes and even weirder invoice, ready to challenge the human friends for hours if necessary. That fact - friends, not masters - gave up, resigned. "Okay, Nyx, you win, damn you. But if I discover that I've scratched the pendant you will not have marshmellows for a week! "Jewel cried in one breath, flushed and embarrassed in the race by heavy layers of overlapping skirts.
In supporting to a fence to catch his breath waiting for his family to reach the edge of the wagon, the girl noticed that between the two axes clear eyes looked in his direction. Not s'allarmò. He laughed delightedly. And Samuel saw the sweetest smile in the world unfold for him alone, suddenly finds a reason to stand up and establish a first contact with her impossible love at first sight.
***
"Again?". James McKenzie could not take any more. If he had seen his brother Karl settle once the clump in front of the mirror would have kicked the car, he thought. "You are pathetic as usual. Who do you think of towing around here, a couple of cactus and three ghosts Sioux? We are almost there, the service station said that the farm should be the next release. Get back into the car, come on. " "See you in a hurry to do, rather," said the blond gym to control their image one last time, "I'm not going to spend a minute to place too much in this hole in the middle of nowhere. I hope for you that the representative with whom you have made arrangements is present, otherwise I do not really know how to react. This shit is ridiculous and a joint signature, you could come by yourself and do not come to break my balls to me ".
grunt James, eloquent in itself, was accompanied by an 'accidental' push. "Do you really think I would have asked you to accompany me, if I had no choice? I know your time is valuable. And most importantly, I know that for years we do not talk without insulting. Mom and accident Dad, if I remember correctly. But, as I already explained a dozen times, the notary was clear in explaining the conditions. So do me a favor and shut up and fit in the car, ol'eredità definitely going to hell. Got it? ".
Karl sat in his brother's Hummer noisy without further comment, armed with a wry smile unconvincing. Anyone who had observed them from the outside would probably suspect a business between the two, even some neat little traffic, but certainly not a bond of blood. Brothers only on paper. One, James, often timidly hidden behind a clump of brown hair, solid and reliable architect, the other, Karl, honey-colored hair and tan even in winter, lush and superficial personal trainer in gyms and private-luxury resorts. In common only the beauty of her features, although different, and the physical structure of dry and fast. In addition to a legacy particularly elusive dangling before them like only a few took place in destiny can do.
***
Vivica ne aveva abbastanza. Mentre il taxi depositava lei, i suoi bagagli e la sua adolescenza potenzialmente distrutta sul vialetto in cemento di un lussuoso orrore postmoderno in pieno deserto, le lacrime che da tempo minacciavano di rigarle le guance tentarono di far capolino all’improvviso, una dopo l’altra, un fiume in piena inarrestabile. Sentiva gli occhi bruciare. Ma si dominò. Il suo temperamento orgoglioso non lasciava spazio per una tale soddisfazione data ai suoi. Non che fossero contenti nel vederla soffrire, sia chiaro: semplicemente se ne rubbed. Shaking his curly hair blacks, never be broken by a plate, and screwing up the beautiful mouth in a grimace of anger - both being, mouth and hair, no doubt about the supermodel who for the past sixteen years had the honor to call "Mom" - looked up at the building and it was decided to set foot in the house.
impatiently stared at the stupid poodle Bonbon, clearly visible mark the passing of his mother. The stereo blaring suggested that somewhere in quell'asettico environment is also the multi-millionaire Malcolm hid LaMar, the other half of his severe genetic heritage. But at that moment, the only thing he wanted - more than greet her ... - Was looking for a room to himself. And chiudercisi key army phone.
***
The prefabricated had known better times. The rust that was slowly but surely devouring the plate was not a good show, but Kim did not know what to do with Smart. It was all he could afford at the time, and was not the case to be a quibble.
If you was treated only with her, then, that the cabin could even have been up a palace, accustomed as he was wandering the junk of his adolescence ended too soon, but as the result of the wanderings in question was lying in his arms, same the same red hair and mischievous eyes, an age of approximately two years made sacrifices and improbable escapes from social workers, Kim decided that the place for her daughter would not be enough. Therefore, before the little Kylie cross the threshold age of reason and noticed with disgust the squalor in which the birth mother had forced to live, you had to quit once and for all the misery and horror of hiding creases narrow its own memory, preventing the child to remember it for life. Among the items but there was nothing that made it to his case. They were looking for people referenced, not a single mother who twenty years had a child crawling around the house.
home ... Since they had to leave in a hurry the homeless shelter of the big city to jump on the first bus and put more km possible between himself and social services who wanted to snatch the baby, Kim had not been able to call a place "home" . But the prefab in question, found by chance on the edge of town where they were accidentally plunged, it seemed obsolete and abandoned, ready to receive them from dirt and debris. "Home," Kim repeated. "We can do it. "
***
When wandering through the streets of the city, usually bystanders pretended not to see him. "The Spectrum", they called it. Funny nickname for one who was forced to surrender by their ghosts behind ties and roots. When the reserves had proved too narrow death trap made of alcohol and unemployment, delinquency ghetto, he understood that the Rain Storm escape was inevitable. Down at the pub had not said anything to anyone. With the grant money accumulated for months, saving to the bone, had succeeded in taking a shabby little house in the village nearby. One night he had left the reserve on foot: the car would not start, but delay was not among his options. And Tsegi received him in his own way.
Against the distrust of the people because of his foreign features, those slanted eyes, so peculiar that air had been unable or wanted to fight. His ancestors, centuries earlier, had already done, succumbing. At what price and then claim the respect and esteem? He preferred to give up, just grateful for a new beginning and a different roof over his head. Dedicandocisi hard for days, Rain had refurbished the shack. He was willing to split the back as a laborer, mechanic, handyman worker - did not matter. And then he knew that the wind, sooner or later, he made his turn. Told him the color of dry leaves, the air at sunset, the Apache blood in his veins. Told him his name, rainstorm. "It will rain. It will rain sooner or later. And the water will wash away all pain. "
***
How were over there? The route was sparse for adventurous tourists or native Indian masters at home, not a caravan of gypsies often in trouble with the law. But Aster reflected to himself, starting to feel the weight of years since the bones are tired of settantaseienne gypsy who does not want (and can not?) Die, perhaps a sudden change of air would not have done so much harm. Choose life to undertake the often mysterious: so does an old road map handed over to the wrong person, if the old head of the family retires to the caravan for an hour of sleep. So, with the cries of fun chasing the Jewel Night Feline irritated and those of the other his grandson that Balthazar would yell at the map, Aster was awake.
caught in the middle of Arizona, quite distant from the Canyon, lost in a handful of houses where natives you could not see white faces and retreated behind the curtains at the window.
"What the hell is a place this? Well, the harm is done, Bal. E 'futile discussion. Let us rather a quiet cabin and where to plant puppets, or the authorities were alarmed and begin the usual ordeal. " Looking at the handsome nephew that dark, mortified, convinced the horses back to the road, Aster wondered if there was then the law in this place forgotten by Goddess and men. He laughed to himself. "We'll find out soon," he thought.
0 comments:
Post a Comment