CHAPTER 2
DAILY LIFE
An imperceptible electrical hum, footsteps and a voice from fanciullo.Calpestio of grass and then nothing .. . The house is beautiful but the walls seem cardboard I thought as I was turning a little longer enjoying the warmth of letto.Poi turned on the bedside light curious about the time and I realized I had slept for the entire giornata.Una Joint pain and boredom grin appeared on my face and I ributtai down under the covers, as when I was little, still giving me a few minut the
Then finally and reluctantly decided to get up, I came here \u0026lt;cavolo where you live and continue to dormire??> the night I sat up in bed thinking about what I could do to start 20 of Saturday then I remembered that you have a stomach protested inquadrai and now in my mind the bag with the need to eat at least one sera.Seduto on the bed I thought of those items but my stomach won out and so I got up.
I climbed the stairs and went straight into the bag, I had a few things, taken at the end of the toast and jam from just frigo.Il see the misery and disruption that almost made me pass the appetite \u0026lt;potevi also do some shopping testone!>. chided me prepare the toast but then put the jam in the fridge and got a plate place the dish where I sat cominciami and eating.
After the "dinner" I decided to order placing the dish in the dishwasher-well-a perfect man of the house and while fiddling with the thought 'I decided to stop appliance . \u0026lt;Oh porc**!!!Ma but you can just touch something here that you rompe!> . Fermatasi the dishwasher so I went willingly to repair and clean the lagoon in the meantime had been created in the kitchen.
\u0026lt;Eh that hard work oh!!>
then abandoned the role of the perfect fool troublemaker decided to return to me and so I started looking out the window to watch the sky and observing the moon appear timid in the clouds I remembered a line from an old poem that has always fascinated me ...
I always carry with me these few lines, I do not know why, but they are part of the few things that make my memoria.Pensandoci the moonlight I can now say that after Jack died, I remember little or niente.E 'is so strange but I do not remember anything ... In fact there is something more than the comfort that jack I won for 7 years: I do not know what to call it but it's like inside I had a 'shadow or rather a burden primarily because of anger but also another which currently do not know that definition to ....\u0026lt; ... You're inviting and luminous pale faciulla but you're just a distant satellite chest for people like me who sometimes indulges in trivial romances .....>, oh yes I love the solitude, but now I'm given propio esagerando.Bene I get bored in the house and everything around is silent and empty I decided to try to look out, nightlife, so I climb out of the house on my bike in search of alcohol ops of life and why not even fun.
The crisp air of evening caresses her hard and masculine traits of my facial (narcissist) \u0026lt;Tzè> silly language, turning the throttle and I give myself a bit of speed so as to let me get some adrenaline from knowing that a little later the thrill of speed was nothing compared to the feelings that I have pierced the soul then ... The suburbs gave way to a city bright as day but most of all alive.
I chose the sign over the bar eccentico "the dark cellar," I stopped the bike and got out. Busily Obviously people walking around and joking around in small groups or waiting at the cinema to see the last horror masterpiece, couples and more. So a normal metropolis full of life
I breathed deeply and shook off the torpor of the bed; observed entering the building with the sign of the local menu of the evening I waited for the elevator and entering a strange sensation: a hissing sound accompanied by a shiver crossed my back putting a certain anxiety on him.
arrived downstairs I smell a mixture of normal and peaceful environment accolse.Un but terribly empty out the lift my eyes rested on the wide range of alcohol on the shelf behind the counter and on the girl busy cleaning bicchieri.Mi greeted with a smile and gave me the impression of waiting for a while.
Sitting at the bar I remembered that I did not drink absinthe for a lifetime and all 'I suddenly I climbed a tremendous desire to drink a whole jug.
So a little embarrassed I turned to the girl: \u0026lt;Hello you absinthe? - The girl said, smiling - but drink some absinthe is so pure you prefer to try the old-fashioned version created by me? - I said, smiling - may cause problems? - She laughed heartily and, taking the bottle and turning the glass right answer - naa quiet you do not do anything if you can not stand up to you can turn your head>. I did not dare respond to provocation, as I had already made it quite ridiculous so I just laughed along with her and observe her movimenti.Dopo handed me a little glass on the counter and I watched intrigued by the color of the liquid, a clear green and not dark as you use to serve solito.Mah watered or not I hastened eagerly to drink the liquid hypnotic and my tongue broke out in a triupudio flavors.
\u0026lt;So stranger - Roscoe-call, I said, Roscoe-well what are you doing here? - I watched with interest the girl, anxious to know, and to escape for a while from the humdrum evening Vigil in which no one wanted to have a feast at least in his bar. \u0026lt;I moved here for work ...- girl without a name - the unfinished sentence ending smiles and she burst out with an air-Xantia my name and if you go so you do not offer anything beyond a glass of water ! - Said with a smile I replied, amused auks snapping back the language and thought that by now the ice was broken and I could support at least for this evening a healthy conversation without going crazy with voices and strange noises and maybe feel crazy. \u0026lt;What do you do if I asked ..- xantia curious and I said - I can not divulge private information to strangers - slowly lowered his eyes, but I can humbly say that I work for the government ..- she nodded, cleaning the glass aware that request is legitimate, but to a certain Xantia punto.Dopo a short silence said: \u0026lt;Well you see I have this small cellar converted into a bar, I moved here about two years and I must say that really is a city full of life! - I looked up from the glass half-empty - oh really? looks like a funeral where the hell happened to all?>. I pretended to protest, and she jumped at the fun and comical that phrase \u0026lt;well know that mine is not the only place and that there are many other much more refined and relevant information to me which is usually full, but tonight I do not know why it is the opposite ..- sigh and said he decided to send to hell with the niceties pours his drink bottle also extending to my glass-you can drink more than absinthe?-asked me amused - I answered, smiling sister-versa ....
- voiceover:-So you came back ... You are not enough the last time I thought ... have you taken away, but from what I can see your fiber is stronger .. Strange ... but I was sure to have worked well ...--
The air became suddenly heavy and do not know why I felt strano.Non know how to explain it as if someone was breathing on propio my neck and also felt terribly osservato.C 'me with them was something I was sure, something that was waiting, I was studying, I felt the presence and I am sure of what I say in that' moment was crossed by conflicting feelings: anger pain revenge.
was so strong this' energy separately accused the coup, and I felt like I was beaten well and grew in me a strong sense of solutidine and pain .. \u0026lt;Roscoe Hey are you okay? Xantia-churches are worried -... hmmm ... I'm sorry ...- I leaned my head on the bar almost closed like a clam so that that presence was sucking away my energy. I admit I was scared but I felt too much anger ..
\u0026lt;Just have to go hell! - Roscoe hey ..!!! - Xantia and I screamed in pain I was already set up and I had put the pennies on the counter - Xantia forgive me .. I have to go>. Ran via the elevator at the exact moment when the eyes of the girl staring at me damn worried yet a different voice spoke to me: \u0026lt;on the hill .... run .... the moon .. is reflected in the lake ..> devil yet! Sferrai punched in the panel of the lift with all the anger I had in the palace corpo.Uscendo hits the shoulder of a stranger with indifference and I avoided having discussions inutili.Saliì Accell shooting on the bike and feeling the engine roar beneath me sfrecciai fast through the streets lit up leaving that place became an instant caotico.Speravo to me that the speed and the wind had driven malaise, do not deny that I felt that everything was back to normal, but unfortunately I realized that even the sound of my bike was clear that persistent voice asked me to find that damn lago.Vagai aimlessly tired and angry and then I saw a road sign that warned me of ' lago.Al approach of darkness and the faint light you can not read what c'eea written but now I turned onto the road after a while I stopped the motion under a lamp post and decided to continue to walk it up that hill . The noises of the night and the silence of my family turned out, I arrived to a half-open gate and around trees and fog accompanied me to destinazione.L 'impact it had on me was contrasting the vision: peace on the one hand have a deep fear of the other, and I crouched down placing a hand on the ground as if to draw energy and then after a while I looked up ... It was perfect and beautiful in its pallor, the intriguing moon was reflected in the pond brimming with water lilies.
Was everything I needed for that sera.Non I never asked because I have always preferred the silence enjoy the chatter of people, I never given an explanation about what I liked and preferred basta.Avevo a special gift which I had never given importance: I could only feel alive in the silence the night the day I got tired, bored me, and then all those voices that feel .. I've never seen talked to anyone about this and I often say that this could be due to some allucinazione.Non I explained even paralysis night, the figures that I saw in my room at night in short, for me it was all a figment of my mente.Fino that day was my mind but then turning to look at the more I realized I was not crazy and you're right but above all to feel special ...
They were like balls floating in the air and read, but never moves from the point in which they appeared ..
Dancing in the surrounding air leaving a trail lumnosa.Non never changed to and their light was so sweet and avvolgente.Era a wonderful vision from which I could not take his sguardo.Poi full of curiosity, I got up but I was transfixed by that voice that echoed in my ears \u0026lt;I Who are you come here ... seize the gift accept it, and make good use ... not deny who you are ...... - What? what the hell you want from me? - I yelled at notte.Nel when my screaming dispersed in 'Air I knelt and a group of crows cawing flew away, circling the ball closer to me almost on my skin and let me take that object hidden under the' thick grass.
I could not Apiro to what it was he had an odd shape and the object was not so much pesante.Sulla surface scratches and a former membership in a language morta.Appena picked up the object present, as that was, I thanked him and the ball disappeared nebbia.Con gently as the oject in hand I returned on my steps, it was almost dawn now, and while I was down the hill I turned dinuovo to the lake and was at that moment a scream tore traveled and inhuman 's abbassare.Correndo air making me instinctively came to the bike and I arranged them the object in the bag as the sun rose and the moon disappeared I decided to leave but before I looked again the star looking in vain for a response to everything that I had so far success .....
"So now you feel all the pain .....
're not human after all, Just go backwards, just do not try to feign "....
.. "I try to escape from my own bad dreams
After the "dinner" I decided to order placing the dish in the dishwasher-well-a perfect man of the house and while fiddling with the thought 'I decided to stop appliance . \u0026lt;Oh porc**!!!Ma but you can just touch something here that you rompe!> . Fermatasi the dishwasher so I went willingly to repair and clean the lagoon in the meantime had been created in the kitchen.
\u0026lt;Eh that hard work oh!!>
then abandoned the role of the perfect fool troublemaker decided to return to me and so I started looking out the window to watch the sky and observing the moon appear timid in the clouds I remembered a line from an old poem that has always fascinated me ...
I always carry with me these few lines, I do not know why, but they are part of the few things that make my memoria.Pensandoci the moonlight I can now say that after Jack died, I remember little or niente.E 'is so strange but I do not remember anything ... In fact there is something more than the comfort that jack I won for 7 years: I do not know what to call it but it's like inside I had a 'shadow or rather a burden primarily because of anger but also another which currently do not know that definition to ....\u0026lt; ... You're inviting and luminous pale faciulla but you're just a distant satellite chest for people like me who sometimes indulges in trivial romances .....>, oh yes I love the solitude, but now I'm given propio esagerando.Bene I get bored in the house and everything around is silent and empty I decided to try to look out, nightlife, so I climb out of the house on my bike in search of alcohol ops of life and why not even fun.
The crisp air of evening caresses her hard and masculine traits of my facial (narcissist) \u0026lt;Tzè> silly language, turning the throttle and I give myself a bit of speed so as to let me get some adrenaline from knowing that a little later the thrill of speed was nothing compared to the feelings that I have pierced the soul then ... The suburbs gave way to a city bright as day but most of all alive.
I chose the sign over the bar eccentico "the dark cellar," I stopped the bike and got out. Busily Obviously people walking around and joking around in small groups or waiting at the cinema to see the last horror masterpiece, couples and more. So a normal metropolis full of life
I breathed deeply and shook off the torpor of the bed; observed entering the building with the sign of the local menu of the evening I waited for the elevator and entering a strange sensation: a hissing sound accompanied by a shiver crossed my back putting a certain anxiety on him.
arrived downstairs I smell a mixture of normal and peaceful environment accolse.Un but terribly empty out the lift my eyes rested on the wide range of alcohol on the shelf behind the counter and on the girl busy cleaning bicchieri.Mi greeted with a smile and gave me the impression of waiting for a while.
Sitting at the bar I remembered that I did not drink absinthe for a lifetime and all 'I suddenly I climbed a tremendous desire to drink a whole jug.
So a little embarrassed I turned to the girl: \u0026lt;Hello you absinthe? - The girl said, smiling - but drink some absinthe is so pure you prefer to try the old-fashioned version created by me? - I said, smiling - may cause problems? - She laughed heartily and, taking the bottle and turning the glass right answer - naa quiet you do not do anything if you can not stand up to you can turn your head>. I did not dare respond to provocation, as I had already made it quite ridiculous so I just laughed along with her and observe her movimenti.Dopo handed me a little glass on the counter and I watched intrigued by the color of the liquid, a clear green and not dark as you use to serve solito.Mah watered or not I hastened eagerly to drink the liquid hypnotic and my tongue broke out in a triupudio flavors.
\u0026lt;So stranger - Roscoe-call, I said, Roscoe-well what are you doing here? - I watched with interest the girl, anxious to know, and to escape for a while from the humdrum evening Vigil in which no one wanted to have a feast at least in his bar. \u0026lt;I moved here for work ...- girl without a name - the unfinished sentence ending smiles and she burst out with an air-Xantia my name and if you go so you do not offer anything beyond a glass of water ! - Said with a smile I replied, amused auks snapping back the language and thought that by now the ice was broken and I could support at least for this evening a healthy conversation without going crazy with voices and strange noises and maybe feel crazy. \u0026lt;What do you do if I asked ..- xantia curious and I said - I can not divulge private information to strangers - slowly lowered his eyes, but I can humbly say that I work for the government ..- she nodded, cleaning the glass aware that request is legitimate, but to a certain Xantia punto.Dopo a short silence said: \u0026lt;Well you see I have this small cellar converted into a bar, I moved here about two years and I must say that really is a city full of life! - I looked up from the glass half-empty - oh really? looks like a funeral where the hell happened to all?>. I pretended to protest, and she jumped at the fun and comical that phrase \u0026lt;well know that mine is not the only place and that there are many other much more refined and relevant information to me which is usually full, but tonight I do not know why it is the opposite ..- sigh and said he decided to send to hell with the niceties pours his drink bottle also extending to my glass-you can drink more than absinthe?-asked me amused - I answered, smiling sister-versa ....
- voiceover:-So you came back ... You are not enough the last time I thought ... have you taken away, but from what I can see your fiber is stronger .. Strange ... but I was sure to have worked well ...--
The air became suddenly heavy and do not know why I felt strano.Non know how to explain it as if someone was breathing on propio my neck and also felt terribly osservato.C 'me with them was something I was sure, something that was waiting, I was studying, I felt the presence and I am sure of what I say in that' moment was crossed by conflicting feelings: anger pain revenge.
was so strong this' energy separately accused the coup, and I felt like I was beaten well and grew in me a strong sense of solutidine and pain .. \u0026lt;Roscoe Hey are you okay? Xantia-churches are worried -... hmmm ... I'm sorry ...- I leaned my head on the bar almost closed like a clam so that that presence was sucking away my energy. I admit I was scared but I felt too much anger ..
\u0026lt;Just have to go hell! - Roscoe hey ..!!! - Xantia and I screamed in pain I was already set up and I had put the pennies on the counter - Xantia forgive me .. I have to go>. Ran via the elevator at the exact moment when the eyes of the girl staring at me damn worried yet a different voice spoke to me: \u0026lt;on the hill .... run .... the moon .. is reflected in the lake ..> devil yet! Sferrai punched in the panel of the lift with all the anger I had in the palace corpo.Uscendo hits the shoulder of a stranger with indifference and I avoided having discussions inutili.Saliì Accell shooting on the bike and feeling the engine roar beneath me sfrecciai fast through the streets lit up leaving that place became an instant caotico.Speravo to me that the speed and the wind had driven malaise, do not deny that I felt that everything was back to normal, but unfortunately I realized that even the sound of my bike was clear that persistent voice asked me to find that damn lago.Vagai aimlessly tired and angry and then I saw a road sign that warned me of ' lago.Al approach of darkness and the faint light you can not read what c'eea written but now I turned onto the road after a while I stopped the motion under a lamp post and decided to continue to walk it up that hill . The noises of the night and the silence of my family turned out, I arrived to a half-open gate and around trees and fog accompanied me to destinazione.L 'impact it had on me was contrasting the vision: peace on the one hand have a deep fear of the other, and I crouched down placing a hand on the ground as if to draw energy and then after a while I looked up ... It was perfect and beautiful in its pallor, the intriguing moon was reflected in the pond brimming with water lilies.
Was everything I needed for that sera.Non I never asked because I have always preferred the silence enjoy the chatter of people, I never given an explanation about what I liked and preferred basta.Avevo a special gift which I had never given importance: I could only feel alive in the silence the night the day I got tired, bored me, and then all those voices that feel .. I've never seen talked to anyone about this and I often say that this could be due to some allucinazione.Non I explained even paralysis night, the figures that I saw in my room at night in short, for me it was all a figment of my mente.Fino that day was my mind but then turning to look at the more I realized I was not crazy and you're right but above all to feel special ...
They were like balls floating in the air and read, but never moves from the point in which they appeared ..
Dancing in the surrounding air leaving a trail lumnosa.Non never changed to and their light was so sweet and avvolgente.Era a wonderful vision from which I could not take his sguardo.Poi full of curiosity, I got up but I was transfixed by that voice that echoed in my ears \u0026lt;I Who are you come here ... seize the gift accept it, and make good use ... not deny who you are ...... - What? what the hell you want from me? - I yelled at notte.Nel when my screaming dispersed in 'Air I knelt and a group of crows cawing flew away, circling the ball closer to me almost on my skin and let me take that object hidden under the' thick grass.
I could not Apiro to what it was he had an odd shape and the object was not so much pesante.Sulla surface scratches and a former membership in a language morta.Appena picked up the object present, as that was, I thanked him and the ball disappeared nebbia.Con gently as the oject in hand I returned on my steps, it was almost dawn now, and while I was down the hill I turned dinuovo to the lake and was at that moment a scream tore traveled and inhuman 's abbassare.Correndo air making me instinctively came to the bike and I arranged them the object in the bag as the sun rose and the moon disappeared I decided to leave but before I looked again the star looking in vain for a response to everything that I had so far success .....
"So now you feel all the pain .....
're not human after all, Just go backwards, just do not try to feign "....
.. "I try to escape from my own bad dreams
But a voice tells me, hey! You're not human! "
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