did not understand why you were not even in that place so chaotic, so far from the quiet, comforting the concept of home.
He could be to develop his pain with the tranquility that we wanted, swallowed up by reassuring his couch, in front of the scenes of a movie that would be running blind in his eyes dull.
But she stood there, alone, in the midst of thousands of people. All
careless, all strangers, all taken from their excitement, unaware of the torment that slammed into it.
and cons.
And through.
In the mind, heart, in the belly.
Sola.
In that moment when all he needed, except chaos, she was conscious choice to deafen his thoughts, when the volume of life around.
An action that would impact net jumped to his reality, he would spin in that gimmick colored, fueled by excitement, alcohol and fireworks, and that he would finally vomited.
wrinkled, but clean up.
Maybe he felt a little 'sick, at first, but then would have been able to keep pace and get used to the new world in which he had temporarily dropped out to find that state of weakness and defeat.
spotting off that feeling dirty and ashamed.
Perhaps only to find no time to deal with his lanky present.
He hung between the people holding her hand in a mechanical way, without realizing that grazed the hand was lifeless, devoid of any positive emotion.
The tugging behind him, crossing, before her world that she then would follow without question, standing a little 'back, as swallowed by the flood of ignorant people on slow flowing layers of their bloody history.
was a scene view and review.
In those years, often painful, she had always followed his pace, he had always gone along with their needs in their silence, however, his needs. Despite the character
robust in its possession, it was left empty slowly, as if it were a balloon - inaudible - loses its force, to numb on itself, becoming a small, useless, worthless.
Nobody ever had that air of power he needed, and she had come to believe that even if he deserved it.
Because we had tried.
We had tried hard to shake off that feeling.
He tried to leave, to pave streets away from her, he even tried to fall in love again.
tried in people that something that could distract you enough to believe it really, Then we embroidered on it, and fantasized until the surrender, fierce and bitter, appeared regularly in a rumpled bed, along with an unassailable sense of guilt that accompany it creeping back to that door, back in those eyes again in that heart of stone. Better
wrong with him, good for another.
Today, however, he realized he was asking a bit 'too, the remnants of his sanity.
He realized that he should not be there, was no longer pretend that all was well.
Why was nothing more than good.
The concert was to a great start, in the frenzy the public environment and excitement palpable.
The music deafened, the lights went mad over a meadow swarming.
Thousands of arms to the sky, thousands of throats shouting.
And then, thousands of lighters.
Their slow piece par excellence, that rock heartbreaking, passionate, from eye to eye.
"I go to the bathroom," she shouted from her in less than 20 cm.
him, as forecast, they care little and nodded a quick nod, go back down again in a flash in his personal time.
She would not resist.
He had to leave.
With their backs to the declaration of love that was not for her, walked along the people that dissipates, hand in hand, and allowing her to breathe more.
The sound was cleaner, from a distance.
and turned to the stage, watching him in his larger frame.
None of those people over there knew she existed.
None of them.
He sat on the floor, crossing your knees to your chest and took a deep breath.
Sola.
It was at that precise moment, and let the couples that love to flow in streams between the eyes and lips, which was hit by a lucidity that he would never hoped.
And he saw that it was not love that man there who knows where in between, she had lost.
But that in itself.
This blow came straight to the stomach and made her cry softly, almost as if the acceptance of what was cleaning up pieces of flesh in pain, to heal.
He let the tears flowed unchecked until they needed it, and only later, rubbed his eyes and calmly got up, letting go a couple of slaps to the faint dusty jeans.
Then he took a walking slowly, over, away from it all, did not know yet where, as long away from there.
Until folded away from the gaze of the pretty boy.
The meeting was walking with measured movements, almost slow motion, as if he had wanted to leave penetrating eyes deceived her, for being seen through.
They supported both eyes until their distance is shortened to zero, then her, overwhelmed by a desire for revenge on herself that she had never in his life nourished and full of daring that did not belong, the came straight against and, without losing the look that he had twisted away from him, kissed him.
Without saying a word.
Unexpectedly, a kiss was intense and returned with a passion and a transport forgotten.
He had spontaneously placed his hand on the neck and held her gently against him, wisely using his lips curved in that dance and soft.
kiss was a natural, measured, careful, full of passion that made her wince.
As if they knew a long time, hand over his face, eyes in eyes fleeting fleeting.
They were kissing in the middle of all those people, but all those people had disappeared.
Spariti his thoughts, his insecurity disappeared, his fears disappeared.
Yes, he could still love each other.
His heart was warmed up again, his stomach was still flickering, his senses would take over again.
And that's because she deserved it.
smiled at those eyes, terrified and beautiful.
that expression confused on that mouth still hatching and speechless.
Then he saw the cane held between the fingers, left to his arm away, lying along the side, and took it gently.
gave a powerful breath, stunned that thick smoke that enveloped making it almost disappear, then smiled again.
"Thank you," he said.
He did take a while ', that look, that smile, the sincere gratitude, then he left.
Just as he had come.
Continuing along a road that did not yet know where it would take, but certainly far from being inadequate.
As if the extravagance of that gesture had finally closed its uncertainties.
As if that time had really put the point in a chapter of his life that should have closed long ago.
It was then that he learned to love herself Again, conscious that he loved that moment, that song, that mysterious, beautiful stranger, forever.
And nothing else matters.
(Gingerino stated above here )
