Hello.
parking the car in a driveway isolated, far from prying eyes. I always have the old jalopy that goes to kinetic energy as that of
Flinstones, I regret parting with it too. I go down slowly, looking around.
It 'been a long time, yet they are always the same. Hair and out of phase with the fringe coiffed to perfection by a hairdresser who became
pay with photos and autographs. I do not know, indeed, that the money was wisely tucked in his jacket before leaving his room.
wearing a T-shirt, one of those grant us the Super, with my beautiful handwriting motto printed on the chest. Above it, a black vest with a small brooch pinned to the heart of Piglet.
Tight jeans, boots of my favorite brand, bright pink goggles that will certainly not go unnoticed.
I have not changed as you see.
I lock the car and I put the keys in a shoulder bag, a birthday present for however many years ago. I light a cigarette for the nervousness and
begin to look for the street. The routes are similar and the houses are small and elegant and I get lost looking at the gardens arranged in a workmanlike manner.
We did not see living in a place like this.
Every time someone stops for a moment staring at me and just take the phone, disguise the voice and I start talking on the phone to pretend.
pretending to speak with my wife in a low voice and virile, and now people look back, sure they had been mistaken.
is not difficult to disguise when people look at you are the first to not want you to see what you are. Once out, that fateful Monday
now four months ago, the situation that I was placed in front of me broke down like never before. I had to fight against stalking away
of people who had done everything to send me to another world or at least outside Italy, I had to avoid reporting
at least five members of a social network that wanted my death , I had to at least two months, leaving the house with at least one escort and close his eyes under the
offended people. I am a queer hysterical, however.
I also had my little victories, yeah. My father loves me more than ever, appreciate me and I realized that I have to give me to do to help him. My nephew
has become a plague that adorable wants to sleep every night at my house to talk to him for endless hours of my adventure. The
my friends have become tough and charming girls who do not put your feet in the face by anyone.
Those in the most beautiful of my life looking for me and call me to ask all sorts of things, I meet them at least twice a week and I can not never miss them.
Except for one person.
I look down, while seeking the name of the road between the myriad of papers that I have in my portfolio. As if you did not know it by heart. As if I had
deu past month to look it between his fingers, waiting to find the courage to look. I never found until now.
not until a week ago, yesterday or the day before yesterday. Today I picked up my bag and sunglasses and I came here, after a little trip past
with the mad desire to go back. All the time I thought it was wrong and still think so.
But I can not.
E 'stronger than me.
Behind every smile there was a shadow that I was becoming more great, I can not control it, is tearing my soul.
A girl stops me and asks me if it's me and I answer yes. Fortunately you only give me a hug, telling me that I have always supported and
not think I'm a heavy or talkative.
I smile and raised his thumb in the air, happy. These little things, I light up the day, despite being stretched like a string bass.
I take a picture with her and give her another hug, giving her my pin Piglet.
She smiles, and then gets more serious and give me a web address. The names that appear in the links are two, and a mine. I say quickly that it is a site where guys like you have followed my and his adventure together,
who have discovered many things that have reviewed almost every movement. Not crazy, but to understand this better.
They have fought with me against the evil groups on Facebook, they have supported me head on. Have supported us.
I look a bit 'touched and tell her that I will be sure to greet everyone a jump. Greets me and runs away and turns around only once to shout at me "We piaceeee!"
smile and keep walking, a bit 'of relief. I put in the back pocket of jeans that strange package. I had no time to go
on the Internet and usually did it to read general articles. I never went unfounded on news about us. I find
Home.
hands begin to shake and the check number. Yes, this is it. Cream color, style between classic and modern, a verdant garden with a cat dozing in the lawn. A short catalog
home. I'm about ten minutes to fix the brass bell, under the following three names are written in capital letters below each other.
I can not decide. I'm too scared. He rolled his eyes and then close them and squeezes them while I push the button.
You hear a hollow sound inside the house and wait.
For a moment I turn around and go back a few steps, ready to flee.
No response.
The house is empty and desolate, the windows are wide open and no one is inside.
sigh and hold back the tears, clenching his fists. All the fear, all the tension, all the desire I collapsed on his head like a heavy boulder tons.
I bite my lip and I think to do. I have a letter in your bag. I have a cd and I have a soft toy.
I would leave letters in the hole, but there is plush. For my Piglet with half an ear cut no place. I squeeze the toy to me
and seeking solace in that mass of pink and hand washable. I lean for a moment at the door, staring blankly into space, waiting for something.
A trip went blank, despite the meeting with that girl.
I hear footsteps approaching, and try to hide, hoping that if I had seen there, had no doubts about myself. The overwhelming
Maicol not give up. This would have thought.
Get away it was not possible, I would have seen anyway. I decide then to stay still, hoping not Voltino looking at the house.
The steps nearer, and after a while, I pass by three figures. And not just simply stop, but turn around and come toward the house.
Two boys and a girl both died brown. One of them laughs telling a story about a recently released film, the other two plan to listen and smile.
Then they see me.
reactions are three and all three different. The boy
talker stops talking and cheerful smiles, stretching out his arms.
The girl takes the hand of the door and next to him, glared at him. The third
stares at me without words.
More or less my reaction is the third.
"Maicol Hello!" greets the first, eagerly embraced. We met three times after the Big Brother and once before, but for him we're friends for life.
"Hello John" I say smiling too, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
"Hello Julia." I say she smiles shyly and unconvinced, and takes the keys from her bag and gets ready to open the front door.
I move to facilitate entry to and she goes, casting one last look her boyfriend.
The core belief is back in the car, he has turned quickly and went to crash into a pole. I do not feel any pulse.
He stares at me without speaking, nursed a pendant depicting a little Goku.
"Hello George."
I do not know exactly how much time has passed since my greeting. I believe at least an eternity, if not two.
I look downwards, I see my shoes, as they are to those chosen by Giulia before our adventure. They are colorful and sparkling as new, thanks to my mother almost
treatment. He is silent, watching me, or maybe through me, looking for a way to avoid me. We
certain visas, after leaving the house. I was one of the first to meet each other, happy as ever. My
winner.
His face contracted into a grimace of relief and happiness, smiling as ever, screaming the name of us all. Do not forget any of the competitors. At first I thought you forgot to nominate
because while it flowed to state our position, I could not hear my name. But in the end, finally, hear his voice crying out loud and my name is mixed with that of Julia.
Italy applauded, in short, we like his victory. We like millemila times. And entered in triumph, while his girlfriend is waiting for him sitting with his legs crossed, his face relaxed and peaceful.
Wait for him to run meeting, overtaking everything, objects and people, and should kneel before him, whispering that he loves above all else. She smiles, like a mother
forgive the mischief to his son and gives him a little kiss on the lips. We applaud, I'm happy and I cry over all the times I shed tears of love for movies.
Only later I realized how strange it was like a scene, rather cold, but alas, we're not all alike.
Then he gets up, assisted by Alessia and moves toward the center of the study. Sees me, smiles and runs towards me. We hug tight and I congratulate him, raised at least forty inches from the ground.
thanked me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Then salutes all, Max and Carmen together and tightens them almost crush them while screaming that he is their winner, the winner of all.
It 'nice to go crazy, no doubt about it.
After that night, a series of evenings with us as players, behind the scenes with Julia, to wait for her to play meridian George.
Find out who has prepared the banner and what has not been sufficiently grateful. I find that when we fight he did not waste any words on me, spit something like hatred.
discover that Carmen and I, we were exactly the same, too jealous and too heavy. But she was the little princess in love, I stupid gay overwhelming.
discover that everyone thought at least ten times that I was always having to be wrong, that if he hugs me it was because I was so peaceful and I stuck to him worse than a mussel.
short, I find pretty things for nothing.
And we were talking about a day away from the cameras. And he was cold, I looked like I was one of the competitors left in the first few weeks, of which
even remember the name. It was the day of his mesiversario with Julia, and I was reducing the time that he should go with her. He does not malice, it is true that I have not been spared.
He says those things in that moment he thought and still think that perhaps that day and the final, was to join the excitement my name to hers.
course I do, even for a moment I thought you and I we were on the same plane.
But if he said this meant that my idea about me had changed. Now for him I was a somebody who wanted it all for himself, who clawed her best friend's face
only to keep her away from the object of desire. And there is the river that flowed out of words and we both opted into us that this would be our last chat.
Pae and Berta Jo closed their curtains, apparently made only by fighting and evil. Forever.
But no.
I need him out here as in the house. We were promised that we would were for each other and I want to believe these words. Sure, it took me a while 'to figure it out.
"You need something?" He asks me, his voice toneless.
How many things I need, I would say. I need to find the courage to look you in the face, but I can not. How did
peace in the house? I hardly remember it, remembering only the screams and then the big white sofa, then the words of affection and, finally, a smile, two smiles and a hug. I do not remember the long talks
offices and almost sessions of psychoanalyst. I wanted to take with me only the good of our adventure, although I then had to collide with everything else.
What could I say? Maybe I could tell him that I needed to talk with him to discuss what we had said, to find a connection point now that the walls were not forced us to be close.
I was in a panic, I thought everything was either too trivial or too sentimental.
"I need you." I let escape from his lips and I immediately took my hands on them, pressing them to want to drive back as strong as in the sentence.
He is staring at me, and then switches to small Piglet in my arms and it grips my heart. For the week of the finals, he had taken with him as a treasure, had stayed with him and if he was pampered
more than I've ever cuddled. How many tears at the thought that at this plush I left my heart. And it is still there, to beat weak and without any force,
abandoned by all good things, now that he is here in front of me.
"Piglet's actually wanted to say goodbye." I said, trying to defuse the tension, a classic for me. How often, when I was already tired of arguing with him, I had a smile and say random bullshit
and I saw it dissolve slowly for pain or suffering, who knows.
I would love to know.
Here. The smile shyly peeping from his lips and approaches me. Search in all modes of glosses with small flaky skin on his fingers and he takes the toy. The
looks gently, observing every detail, stopping at the ear abused and the small necklace that hung around his neck soft. He has a pendant depicting a J. And 'he was to give it away, putting himself on
Piglet. She hugs him for a moment, as he did in the House, when he was down in the dumps. It was not my only salvation in the end.
remain silent, looking with one eye. The eyes are serious despite the friendly smile.
me back in my hands the toy and I bit my lip, looking for something else to say or do.
"Now she is happy." I say low, melancholy voice, smelling that both knew resurface after so many months. Back
I think its strange obsession with Nicola and the arduous and constant comparison with the Marquis. It makes me smile when I think that for a while, I thought it was even jealous of him.
"I like it again." Speak. The voice that so much I wanted to really feel, not through the distortion of television, is calm and serene, even if there is a slight shudder.
I look up to see him better and I realize how much has not changed. Tall, tanned, muscular, indecent hair, deep eyes and inquisitive.
"Me too, you know?" He is silent, and our eyes meet.
The heart, live from the puppet stops beating. The tears start to fall on my face and lips tremble, and not turn my eyes from his.
Not even his own.
and remains so, the silence this time is more of a pounding drum. Tumtum. Anything that my ears hear.
Hey? Hey? Can anyone to land a spaceship so you can run away from here in a flash?
He is still, he always had plenty to say.
The pendant is now before torturing helpless on its side, with black painted eyes turned toward me. I know it is challenging. How will the stupid
Maicol to be forgiven this time? Do you not know that George
in recent months has not tried just because he did not need?
not know that it's just a pathetic illusion?
deluded? Of course, Goku but please, let me be a idiot until the end.
As we began our endless speeches in the house? Maybe with a left mid-sentence, a request for attention. Perhaps with a joke thrown in, seemingly without any sense
. Perhaps with a crooked smile, halfway between a laugh and a tear. Perhaps ...
I approach slowly, and it seems that between us we are miles away, full of obstacles and dangers. These problems are in my head I know, and while those who seem to move my first steps,
He is still in the same place five minutes ago. Perhaps only the face is more agreement, hazel eyes obscured by a veil in which I can not give his name. After
not know how long, are inches away from him. The heart is trying to throw out my soft toy and he himself seems to invoke pity.
I stopped.
him as well.
stretch out my arms to his neck, still clutching Piglet in his right hand and slowly encircling it. They seem to have put a slow motion in real time, I can hear the rustle of my shirt and her in contact with each other. I feel my hands
bind to each other just below the nape of his neck, my chest against hers.
My movements slow as its fast. His arms
walked my back and I shook him, almost to the point of crush. The frightened face as he took refuge in the crook of my neck, resting her cheek on my shoulder.
His whole being is close to me as if looking for the source of life from me, a small glimmer of light. I do not have the stubbornness to think so, but I'm amazed by it all.
I thought of a push to embrace a cold and detached, a pat on the back ... not this one.
And I smile. And I cry.
and smiles. And cries.
Both stifle her sobs, but it is something sickly sweet or nauseating. I would not be in a romantic movie. I do not feel the need to prepare the car and run away with him somewhere.
But I am relieved from the ground a few feet, as if it was flying free after so long. If all these months my heart was forced into a lifeless body, now
here he is back inside me, pulsing strong and alive, joyful and peaceful.
He had the key to my heart, he could get me back to life. Here I am World, is back Berta, Berta is alive.
clasps him tightly and I feel like the day of the final, joined by close to him as the best glue. He whispers something, and I move for a moment to listen.
"I missed you, Frisbee."
smile, while others go down and tears fall down his cheek, joining its more quiet and gentle. There was no need for words, speeches tedianti of ambiguous sentences.
They needed us, that's all.
Back to embrace me, almost stronger than before. It tells me something else, and adopted only a few words, tossed here and there.
I'm sorry, sorry, forgive me. Phrases that do not care, not now.
quickly silenced him, rocking him up. It 's funny how often, even within the House, I was the stronger of the two, when I felt alone inside insecurities and fears.
Yet for him, becomes everything.
For him not want to be just his friend. I want to be the father, brother, best friend, my grandfather ... love.
I want to raise it when she is sad, scolding for mistakes, have fun when they need it, cuddle when they want, when you need to quarrel. I want to be there for him three hundred and sixty degrees, a small world at his disposal.
know it is not possible, and a voice gives me the confirmation.
"Jo, come on in? It's raining."
it raining?
I do not even realize that there are only tears to cover our faces, but there are tiny droplets slowly covering. But I do not feel cold, I do not care, hair
obscene now I guess. Then I see that he walks away and turns toward the house. There
Giulia, with a pink umbrella and white, with two blacks eyes and a pink ribbon printed on the fabric wet. She looks at him as he looked at me when he was immobile, devoid of feelings.
He turns to me, and does so often look so disconsolate that I saw on his face. Must go, I know. He does not need
World Maicol, he has only his friend, for other matters we think others. I smile and greet Piglet, waving his paw pink.
He bends down and gives him a little kiss on the long face and then approach me and give me a kiss on the forehead, with equal tenderness.
Then he turns and heads for the house and turn once to look at me and show me the palm of his right hand and also I raise my hand to greet him, before it enters into the house nice and cozy.
I remain impaled like a moron, now soaked with water. E 'fair to say that I am disappointed, a little bit?
I was expecting a talk, I expected that invited me to join at least not to prevent a flood zone in the brain. Instead of nowhere, a kiss on the forehead and go, set aside and wet
as a filthy rag now.
I ride with my tail between my legs I'm going back to the car, unable even to go straight, taking a zigzag trying to dodge all the water holes.
And I cry again, this time not even know why. I got lost, we're friends, we are happy and we're friends again. Yeah, I said. Check my
Micro Machine and I opened it and we dive in, wet the seat. I stay for a moment to look at the empty, waiting I do not know exactly what.
The rain falls harder and harder, and I now struggle to see beyond the glass. I do not want to go home, I do not want to do anything, this morning the sun is gone and
with him any more thought. I stay in the car like a doll left unused, full of glitter and sequins just guts out as much as inside.
I hear footsteps.
hear the passenger door open.
I do not even care about looking back, maybe it's a Mauri want me to skin.
feel the droplets fall next to me, fall from your hair, knitting, by hand.
from a backpack, a hat.
I decide to turn around and blinked, opening his mouth.
Giorgio, Giorgio Ronchini to be precise, is sitting in front of me, with the famous red cap, a gray sweatshirt that I wore over and over and a backpack filled with weird not know what its legs.
raised an eyebrow as if to ask what the hell are you doing here.
He smiles like a child and then becomes suddenly serious.
"Cursed Frisbee, you could park it a bit 'nearer the car." She looks at me tidiato. "It 's really a lemon as you said."
I think that will greet me as they should, and happy smile. Then I remember the backpack and ask him where to go.
"Where you want."
remain impassive, I do not understand. Maybe I will not understand.
"And Julia?"
He laughs and gives me a kiss on the cheek, then hands me a hand through his hair messed up so bad.
"You often greeted with pleasure, you should do it with as much happiness."
"Foul you. "
He remains stunned for a moment, then clears his throat and smiles again.
" Hello Julia. "
Final
very visionary, but I hope you like it anyway. Maicol Pae and Jo, as usual.
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