Jimi Hendrix, "Gypsy Eyes"
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Semi-covered not dormant between her, the woman heard in the distance, somewhere in the house, a muffled clatter. Breathe slowly, enjoying the quiet and foreign unreal. The drowsiness that saturate the brain, gave up on his elbows to prop up immediately lift without understanding where he was. Grace could not keep my eyes open, they were full of tears. The burned. Then, slowly made its way into the memory the memory of his shame creeping explosion of anger. He continued to think, eyes closed and head on a mattress that did not seem soft as their own. In the air, a strange scent of flowers. He tried to remember still, curled up. Then, tearing the fog of the mind, thought of dying finally realizing where he was and why.
Samuel rested in her room, finally safe. Grandma May was pampering lavished on what it was that helpless little creature until the baby had finally fallen asleep, exhausted.
Then, after a brief consultation with her husband, worried and raised together as much as you, the old lady had wanted to make sure the conditions of that thoughtless frightened woman who so happened to be his daughter. So, finding the phone number of the vehicle Apache lying among the papers of Patrick (religiously kept from poor Grace, in mourning for a criminal with the badge), the old May had begun to compose the number trembling.
the first ring Specter said, perhaps waiting for their call. His tone was warm, soothing, almost family. May knew well - he had read him in the eye from the outset - that the Rain of Grace was far more solicitous of warm devotion among neighbors, at least she knew that Patrick, God rest his soul, had been many more areas of 'shadow the virtues of good pater familias. The whole country knew, in fact. All but Grace, blind and naive dominated by herself.
Therefore, conscious of moral integrity and above all gentle soul of that beautiful boy half and half native son of the wind, guilty only of excessive paranoia than others, May decided to let time take its healer course and the wind to start again to spin. In loving look and accomplice Neil, the rest next to her during the phone call as in every stage of their life together, read the same good-natured look at the future tense.
***
Karl just smiled. He could not remember anything at all about a certain remote gas tank. He kept talking and talking, filling the silences wary of shady and wild creature who sat in front of him, trying to reassure her once and for all its good intentions. She felt it, while remaining the dissolute buffoon of all time, that girl that every muscle was tense and ready to take that the closeness between them was only temporary and that probably nothing would have prevented it to disappear in a flash, if needed. The terror of losing it after finding it, then drove to Karl groped an inexhaustible dialogue, painfully aware that his ridiculous talk of exotic destinations and risked banality paint as a blowhard full of himself.
"Well, where are you from? I shot a lot, me, and you have to get the air from a distance. Accommodations near here? I have not ever seen at the motel, but if you tell me you're not from here I really believe you! Come on, tell me something about yourself. I do not know how to forgive me for the flight on earth did I do that ...", Karl recited in one breath.
you do not even sketched smile of a further fact, careful to what surrounded her as a dangerous jungle. "Maybe another time, now I must go. With orange. We'll see, "was all he said to his words intrusive Kim, rising rapidly from the bar stool for avvianrsi toward the exit with the feline grace of a panther hunted. Karl the Tall.
"Wait where you running? Did I say something wrong? Please do not disappear. You're the best thing that ever happened to me since I set foot in this hole of place, "he Karl trying to grasp a hand. Wrong move.
"Let go, please. I gotta go, I told you. Do not worry about the fall, it is obvious that I have not done anything - and then we both know that it was I to make you fall, "Kim dismissed the tone annoyed. Then, perhaps noticing the look of the blond genuinely injured, she added, almost reluctantly, "Maybe tomorrow I might come back around here. But now I own a monstrous hurry, sorry. Good day. " A veiled promise of those words, Karl brightened, ma lei era già scomparsa.
Mentre James rincasava, dopo aver legato nei pressi della cuccia quei due scavezzacollo di Shep e Glo, la sensazione predominante che gli fondeva il cervello era quella di essersi comportato da perfetto idiota. Aveva già collezionato incontri ravvicinati col pianeta femminile, in vita sua, e non ne era mai uscito così sconfitto: l’atteggiamento da sfigatissimo nerd non era proprio quello che adottava di solito come strategia vincente, ecco. Ma quella specie di ninfa dei boschi (mmm, diventava patetico quando la buttava sul lirico...) era proprio di un altro mondo. L’aveva fucked up a bit, that was clear, would have made him aware of the effect. It had a name that was all: Moon.
Now the question was only one: what would blush if he had seen a second time ? Or rather say, as an excuse to meet again with that look lovely? While he was about to go into court to dissolve the dogs, ready to send them on purpose to the gypsy camp even having to go to recover (pathetic, in fact), its purpose very noble was interrupted by the sound of the key in the lock entrance . Karl was at home at last. Forget it.
***
Vivica could not believe I did. While road with the keys to the door, in a dawn that shyly began to appear behind her, the only thing that kept clearly in itself that night was full of adventures and rough taste of the fresh cheek of a seventeen year old who just met Incidentally, it was probably a stateless person and maybe not so clean record. "Jeeez," he thought. "How vengeance has not been not bad ... What the hell are rebellious. A pair of fringed eyes, a French accent and I melt. "
Then, after entering, a new adrenaline rush. The sound of heavy footsteps down the stairs, yawning and Vivi knew that if he did not immediately removed from the entrance would see his father and subjected to third degree, obviously unhappy with outcome. He waited until it came into the kitchen for his glass of water overnight, then went sneaking down the stairs trying not to make any noise.
He went into his room as quietly as possible, mentally thanking the lucky stars that he had assisted so far and amphibians with a rubber sole silent ... without realizing that the beautiful Juno was simultaneously pop out of his room. Looking at her daughter back with silencer and too short skirt around four in the morning, the beautiful actress knew it was time to have a chat with the little reckless.
decided that the matter could wait another few hours, with a smile, rubbing against the handsome husband reappeared beside the bed.
Part Two, as usual, here!
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