Part 9 (1/2)

No, Giorgia, if it is a joke tell me him because the joke is beautiful when hard few.

That situation was starting to bother me, I wanted some explanations or to put elegant to the misunderstanding.

Excuse me, but I don't now remember to be there ever met before, you are probably confusing me with somebody else.

I was firmly convinced it dealt with a misunderstanding.

You feel, if there is a characteristic that represents me it is the fact that I never forget a face. And yours has remained well me had been engraving for the other evening, even if it was not the face that you exhibited with so much mastery.

Those words crossed me the brain as a lightning. I started to make things clear in my head making to fit one to one all the wedges of the puzzle and the sketch that it came out from there it was not of the best.

The history that Giorgia had told me, the farewell party to the spinsterhood of the story had been made to the Lady Violet, Anita had a.s.sisted to one of my shows and had recognized me!

They were the ugliest instants of my life.

Giorgia asked to the cousin of the explanations and her it gave her for him, it told her that I was me the boy of the story, that of the farewell party to the spinsterhood, what he/she danced naked among the women and it made him suck the cazzo from his/her friend and from others extraneous.

Initially Giorgia tried to defend me, to convince his/her cousin that was been wrong, but she was sure of what you/he/she had seen.

It started to become infuriated, he/she knew not to be in the blame and he/she wanted to look for a way to all the costs to show that neither he was being wrong neither tantomeno had started to tell cavolate.

The desire!

It exclaimed of a line Anita.

How? Giorgia some responded stunned by those things that you/he/she had felt and sincerely confused by the fact that I didn't say anything to defend me.

The boy that I have seen in the place, the” ballet dancer”, it had a small dark desire between the abdomen and the groin. Now if I have been wrong I am ready to ask excuse and rimangiarmi what I have said, but if your boy has that desire as I believe, there are not doubtful then since I don't think I would have been able to know him/it in other ways if indeed you/he/she is the first time that we meet there.

Giorgia looked me in the eyes. In his/her look there was a mix of sadness and disgust.

Something stammered, churches excuse to his/her/their cousin and it escaped in tears away.

I looked at Anita with a threatening air, she didn't seem quite intimidated. Would have liked to crush her/it!

Courses behind Giorgia, wanted to explain me somehow, even if really I didn't have idea of thing tell her.

I reached her, it was in full hysterical crisis. It screamed, he/she cried, it told me to go, that I was her disgusting, that I had lied her and who knows from how much time. I tried to explain her that for me it was a job as another, that the others didn't count anything, that before then I had never fallen in love and that she was what I wanted from the life, but my words served only to make to subsequently bother her/it.

Went vomiting away I set me every sort of insult.

That was the last time that I saw her/it. We felt there for telephone a few other times but also the phone calls never ended in the best any ways and to see him didn't speak.

You/he/she had remained deeply wound, had done her some evil, and quite a lot.

I tried her everybody. I told her that I did him/it for the money, for us, that that had been her/it before and only time that had gone so over, up to reveal her that I was sick of s.e.x, that needed it and that for me to do him/it one or twice the week equivaleva to kill myself!

Any street I decided to follow it was that wrong. By now among us everything was ended.

Chapter 14.

Third floor!

I keep on falling in the void, intersection a pa.s.ser-by's eyes that for an instant you/he/she has acknowledged what is happening. I succeed in reading the terror in his/her eyes, who knows if he sees something in mine.

Of certain it won't find us neither fear, neither uncertainty, and not even desperation. Only tiredness. Tiredness and a great sense of void that I bring for a while by now me inside.

I don't know anymore who am, I don't have an ident.i.ty anymore. My cazzo has him, him yes that you/he/she has always been to the center of the attention.

In the years to come the people he/she won't remember him more than me, but of my cazzo. Be him the legend!

I already imagine me what will happen. My photo naked it will turn for the quizes television type” who wants to be millionaire”?.

European centomila question: he/she knows how to tell me who the naked man of the photo is?

Moments of suspense, the lady that thinks of us a musichetta that increases the tension.

Mah, has to say that its face doesn't tell me really nothing. no, The don'ts believe to know him/it.

The conductor tries to help her/it, he knows that a tall win sometimes contributes to bring the listening to the stars.

On lady, you look well, you/he/she has been very famous!

Again suspense, close-ups of the compet.i.tor and the conductor accompanied by a music studied to way, a puntatina on the friend of the compet.i.tor session among the public that crosses the fingers and it moves the lips as same formulating some prayer or some rite scaramantico.

A moment. that cazzos have already seen him! But yes, it is that famous actor, Mike Mitch.e.l.l!

The lady's expression that from shaken it becomes euphoric.

Guessed lady! Thanks to this” pillar” of the international cinema - you excuse the game of words - she has just won European centomila!

And the public that explodes in a deafening boato.

It won't go really this way probably, but the sense is that.

Who knows how much they will remember me for the person that I was, and not only for my bird, or for as I swept.

And who knows that reaction will have the people when he/she will read of my death.

What will it say Giorgia? They will be five years that I don't feel her/it. Will it spend a tear? Or perhaps it will be happy about the beautiful end that the man has done that did her/it so much to suffer. I don't succeed in not thinking that if I/you was otherwise behaved myself, if I/you had not had that whole greed of s.e.x, if I/you had now been even a different person I would be with her, embraced on the couch to see the tv, with one or two children that turn for the room, instead that in free fall to wait for the impact with the ground.

And thing they will think my parents when they will know that their rebellious and sacreligious child is dipart.i.to?

They will perhaps regret the to have me disowned, or even they will pretend of nothing, they will fake not to know me. Dopotutto the newspapers will speak of the death of Mike Mitch.e.l.l, not of Michael Moccia.

Also them it is a few years that I don't feel them more, from when you/they have discovered of my job.