Title: topsy turvy
He looks in the mirror. I look in the mirror. She washes her face. I wash my face.
Lights cigarette. I light my cigarette. Go to your room. I go in the room. She rubs her eyes. I rub my eyes. He looks at his belly. I look in the belly. He spits on the ground. I spit on the ground. Now remember. Now I remember.
My party, my eighteen years I have celebrated an evening with close friends and people I never saw him again.
In those days I was filled with the lust of greedy leadership. I wandered among the supermarkets buying up targati heavy alcohol, anxiety and waiting to enjoy my glory. In my head it was all very clear: I would have been flooded with gifts, greetings envious, lustful glances from all the mares in heat. In the delirium of the vain imagination of my mind, the vortex of the guests shouted loudly: "Glory to you the great Luke."
I had it all planned: what to wear, what to drink, as drunk, vomiting and even when I would have taken the girl to bed.
course, like all programs that are respected, something went wrong and the morning of my "day" I made a terrible discovery. Lost in the maze of my ego, I did not notice that the shirt, my fantastic shirt, the shirt I should wear during the evening, was hopelessly stained with a sleeve.
wildfire was the diagnosis. I remember it still, in all its forms.
I was lost, but there was no time to lose.
Crimson Tide.
The evil dormant in me woke up and began to grin, like a mother-in-law to assist the separation of the child, the daughter hated.
I enjoyed.
Poor wildfire, had counted the hours.
Laundry!
The laundry was located along a busy office where people and people of every kind, crowded bars and restaurants.
15.30. Closed. I waited for the opening. The owner came
After a few minutes.
She opened and I entered.
The strong smell of the mixture used to resuscitate their clothes, I am overwhelmed. For a moment he turned his head, but only for a moment, then looked around.
bluish walls evoke the feeling of clean. The bar took up three quarters of the room. The remaining quarter, to the left of the entrance door, space was the "macchinarulloappendiabiti", while a curtain of cloth covering the back.
asked her if possible, within a few hours, wash my face with a shirt and important to be stupid, I turned to the woman.
"You know, I celebrate my 18 years and I would wear it."
The woman stared at the spot and said:
"It is not possible."
"What?" I replied in a voice almost desperate, hiding a tinge of anger.
The woman smiled, looked down and stretched out his hands to the bar and close to the cash register who was on his left. It seemed he was trying something and then whispered to himself: "Find."
From a small red box, pulled out a pack of cigarettes. In
hasty and nervous I went to a mouth. He followed the search for a lighter, and after finding it, lit his cigarette.
He stared at me with a mocking smile, said:
"I'm sorry my little Lord, but I can not have too much work for today, next week. "
I tried to convince her but she remained firm on its decision.
I could not believe it. I am the great Luca, expected and fought for, desire, almost an adult, the boy must not ask why, if the parents do not pay weekly, was at 15:45 on a Friday afternoon in a laundry room, shocked and gripped by doubt exhausting: "And now ... wear what?"
While a large part of my brain for the answer of the woman muttered, giving her terrible adjectives, I felt a strange impulse to invade my nerves.
began to feel nauseated.
legs trembled, and a strange heat from the center of the stomach. The breathing became difficult.
My eyes, as guided by a spirit damned, they were forced to set the woman. The
I analyzed.
was no longer a teenager: 40 years or so.
An old, I thought.
His face was marked, wrinkles around the eyes, around the mouth and neck.
She was tall, with a few extra pounds. The breasts were bursting and slacks, not women, we could see the shapely thighs.
Short hair, dyed red, contrasted with his olive skin and eyes and deep blacks, completed a human figure, certainly not exciting.
poor vision of being a woman. I was distressed by
her presence.
I wanted to leave that place.
resumed knitting, and I went without saying goodbye to another oasis of clean.
I turned the corner, but suddenly I began to feel weak.
I trembled and my stomach sank.
and vomited, vomited, vomited. Disoriented by the unexpected illness
I got up, I went under and went to Mario's house, my best friend.
I asked to borrow a shirt.
Once at home all prepared to toil for the festivities.
Everything went according to my plans.
The following Sunday, the very day of my birthday, I woke up very late, sweaty and excited.
I spent the day partying, suffering the unbridled pampering of my entire family.
the evening, destroyed and bored, I went to bed very early.
And that night the evil cousin of dreams regurgitation on me.
That night I had a nightmare.
I was in a room lit by a ray of light. I was in front of a mirror. Nude. Did not feel neither cold nor hot. L 'exalted reflection of my dark complexion. My green eyes shone with a strange light. The color of my hair was not brown, but blonde. I began to get dressed. At first, a white shirt with gold buttons and follow a red double-breasted jacket, trousers of the same color and a top hat. Finally, the long white shoes that far outweighs the size of my foot. From a distance
strange noises. Suddenly I found myself in a large open area, surrounded by desert.
I was on a stage.
Afa.
a curtain closed behind me. Mechanically I turned to a huge crowd and began to cry as only knows how to do the greatest preacher of all time.
"Come, come ladies and gentlemen, this is the luckiest day of your life. You are about to witness a phenomenon of nature, something that your memory can not remember seeing that he would never forget it. The most emotional distance themselves, they can not stand the sight of this monstrosity. Some of you sverranno, while others flee, wondering how nature can create such species on earth. Still others fail to seek help, because remain petrified and speechless. So Ladies and Gentlemen, are you ready? "
A thunderous roar rose up and they all answered:" Yes! "
My voice swelled and intoxicated as I shouted loudly:" Here is your wish come true. I recommend everyone not to soften, a being can not even have a heart and feelings. "
I approached the curtain with solemn step. I felt a real encounter with a nobleman. I grabbed the rope that would open the curtain and shook hard. I was sweating, my body was getting warmer. I was afraid and delayed the opening.
But the crowd shouted impatiently.
Voices deafening ordered to start the show.
And I opened it and saw it.
I stood still, surprised, puzzled and confused.
front of me was the phenomenon, the horror, the failure of nature, the wrong mistakes.
squeezed his eyes, rubbed them and saw the woman in the laundry!
barely moved in the middle of the stage.
He looked at me.
His body distorted by time and disgusted at the same time had the view of the eager audience, which burst into laughter merciless.
She turned toward me. His eyes
blacks were barred, there was the terror within.
seems to ask: "Now what will happen to me? I did not do anything because they laugh at me? Why did you let this happen? Help me, please. "
within me unleashed a storm of emotions, a battle of nerves against the nerves which found vent in a single, thin, white salty tears.
A man shouted mercilessly: "You're a monster!"
Then he pulled a banana peel and all followed his gesture, throwing every kind of object.
And I ran.
ran toward the woman.
courses without thinking, to be his shield. But the scream of terror
startled her.
A man had a knife in his hand and was ready to throw it.
I cried.
vomited.
fainted.
Then I woke up.
I was saved.
Tired, indeed destroyed, kept my eyes open for a few minutes and I fell asleep again.
hoped to return to my nightmare, the idea of \u200b\u200bleaving her tormented me.
But my wish did not come true.
The next morning I instinctively prepared to go to school.
On the way I thought a lot last night.
I doubt gripped me and made me very nervous. "What is happening to me? Because I wanted to see that woman? "I thought.
I had to understand. I changed
road and headed for the laundry.
8.30. I waited for the opening, and she came.
His face was very tired, he must have been a nice weekend.
I sat in the bar, across the street, and watched.
I stayed there all morning.
I did the same the next morning.
On Wednesday I was even in advance.
So all week.
few days later I began to watch her in the afternoon, to avoid suspicion at school.
For a month, every day, I went on that long road traffic to spy on a woman.
did not know the name, I knew nothing about her.
I just needed to see her.
One day I did not go, I got sick.
That day I missed.
The cigarette is extinguished.
does not want to remember. I do not want to remember.
Elsa, Elsa.
Months later I was in the usual bar.
few hours earlier I had bought two packs of cigarettes.
posizionai them on the table in the bar.
I had observed.
He smoked a lot.
I had read in some book that women are sensitive to the gifts.
"Do you smoke cigarettes and I gave her" I thought.
And waited for the right moment to donargliele.
But it seemed the right time never comes.
I knew, how could it be a boy of 18 years, I was in love with a woman older than me.
I discovered that Elsa, that was his name, had 38.
Elsa was ugly. Yet every night before falling asleep, the My last thought was for her.
for an ugly woman and older than me.
To a beautiful woman and mature.
The ambushes followed by the day. Meanwhile
maintained to cigarettes at home.
But one afternoon and decided as a soldier prepared myself for the big event. It was time to come out, to give my life to Elsa.
I washed, I shaved, got dressed.
I took the backpack and threw it into two packets of cigarettes.
I tried to imagine her face when, with that gift, I told all my feelings.
would cry, then I would embrace, I was sure.
I went home and went with a firm step towards the scooter to travel in a hurry, the usual long way traffic.
arrived.
once parked and got out, I took the cigarette from the pack.
a deep breath, uncertain step, another breath.
Ready, aim, fire!
courses, and then ran again.
The main door of the laundry was done near, more and more close. But
A raucous "Fermatiiii"
A cat comes out with a big jump from the front door of the laundry.
One click, a few seconds, the street.
A car coming fast.
The cat looks at the camera.
The machine looks at the cat.
Boom!
The cat dies. My
she comes out the back door, goes to the cat, kneels, despairs, weeps.
I stopped, petrified, with two packs of cigarettes in hand.
Cigarettes slip from my hands, she keeps crying, sobbing inconsolably.
my heart.
my mind.
Blind.
Five hours later Italy would win the world cup in Spain, six later an old man, unidentified, would come to an unknown shore of a beach and would accompany his violin with the mood of the sea. Seven
later, while Elsa cried in bed because left alone without her cat, I would have returned, after months, the shirt with Mario.
lights another cigarette. I light another cigarette.
Time passes and another cat is dead.
In those days I was filled with the lust of greedy leadership. I wandered among the supermarkets buying up targati heavy alcohol, anxiety and waiting to enjoy my glory. In my head it was all very clear: I would have been flooded with gifts, greetings envious, lustful glances from all the mares in heat. In the delirium of the vain imagination of my mind, the vortex of the guests shouted loudly: "Glory to you the great Luke."
I had it all planned: what to wear, what to drink, as drunk, vomiting and even when I would have taken the girl to bed.
course, like all programs that are respected, something went wrong and the morning of my "day" I made a terrible discovery. Lost in the maze of my ego, I did not notice that the shirt, my fantastic shirt, the shirt I should wear during the evening, was hopelessly stained with a sleeve.
wildfire was the diagnosis. I remember it still, in all its forms.
I was lost, but there was no time to lose.
Crimson Tide.
The evil dormant in me woke up and began to grin, like a mother-in-law to assist the separation of the child, the daughter hated.
I enjoyed.
Poor wildfire, had counted the hours.
Laundry!
The laundry was located along a busy office where people and people of every kind, crowded bars and restaurants.
15.30. Closed. I waited for the opening. The owner came
After a few minutes.
She opened and I entered.
The strong smell of the mixture used to resuscitate their clothes, I am overwhelmed. For a moment he turned his head, but only for a moment, then looked around.
bluish walls evoke the feeling of clean. The bar took up three quarters of the room. The remaining quarter, to the left of the entrance door, space was the "macchinarulloappendiabiti", while a curtain of cloth covering the back.
asked her if possible, within a few hours, wash my face with a shirt and important to be stupid, I turned to the woman.
"You know, I celebrate my 18 years and I would wear it."
The woman stared at the spot and said:
"It is not possible."
"What?" I replied in a voice almost desperate, hiding a tinge of anger.
The woman smiled, looked down and stretched out his hands to the bar and close to the cash register who was on his left. It seemed he was trying something and then whispered to himself: "Find."
From a small red box, pulled out a pack of cigarettes. In
hasty and nervous I went to a mouth. He followed the search for a lighter, and after finding it, lit his cigarette.
He stared at me with a mocking smile, said:
"I'm sorry my little Lord, but I can not have too much work for today, next week. "
I tried to convince her but she remained firm on its decision.
I could not believe it. I am the great Luca, expected and fought for, desire, almost an adult, the boy must not ask why, if the parents do not pay weekly, was at 15:45 on a Friday afternoon in a laundry room, shocked and gripped by doubt exhausting: "And now ... wear what?"
While a large part of my brain for the answer of the woman muttered, giving her terrible adjectives, I felt a strange impulse to invade my nerves.
began to feel nauseated.
legs trembled, and a strange heat from the center of the stomach. The breathing became difficult.
My eyes, as guided by a spirit damned, they were forced to set the woman. The
I analyzed.
was no longer a teenager: 40 years or so.
An old, I thought.
His face was marked, wrinkles around the eyes, around the mouth and neck.
She was tall, with a few extra pounds. The breasts were bursting and slacks, not women, we could see the shapely thighs.
Short hair, dyed red, contrasted with his olive skin and eyes and deep blacks, completed a human figure, certainly not exciting.
poor vision of being a woman. I was distressed by
her presence.
I wanted to leave that place.
resumed knitting, and I went without saying goodbye to another oasis of clean.
I turned the corner, but suddenly I began to feel weak.
I trembled and my stomach sank.
and vomited, vomited, vomited. Disoriented by the unexpected illness
I got up, I went under and went to Mario's house, my best friend.
I asked to borrow a shirt.
Once at home all prepared to toil for the festivities.
Everything went according to my plans.
The following Sunday, the very day of my birthday, I woke up very late, sweaty and excited.
I spent the day partying, suffering the unbridled pampering of my entire family.
the evening, destroyed and bored, I went to bed very early.
And that night the evil cousin of dreams regurgitation on me.
That night I had a nightmare.
I was in a room lit by a ray of light. I was in front of a mirror. Nude. Did not feel neither cold nor hot. L 'exalted reflection of my dark complexion. My green eyes shone with a strange light. The color of my hair was not brown, but blonde. I began to get dressed. At first, a white shirt with gold buttons and follow a red double-breasted jacket, trousers of the same color and a top hat. Finally, the long white shoes that far outweighs the size of my foot. From a distance
strange noises. Suddenly I found myself in a large open area, surrounded by desert.
I was on a stage.
Afa.
a curtain closed behind me. Mechanically I turned to a huge crowd and began to cry as only knows how to do the greatest preacher of all time.
"Come, come ladies and gentlemen, this is the luckiest day of your life. You are about to witness a phenomenon of nature, something that your memory can not remember seeing that he would never forget it. The most emotional distance themselves, they can not stand the sight of this monstrosity. Some of you sverranno, while others flee, wondering how nature can create such species on earth. Still others fail to seek help, because remain petrified and speechless. So Ladies and Gentlemen, are you ready? "
A thunderous roar rose up and they all answered:" Yes! "
My voice swelled and intoxicated as I shouted loudly:" Here is your wish come true. I recommend everyone not to soften, a being can not even have a heart and feelings. "
I approached the curtain with solemn step. I felt a real encounter with a nobleman. I grabbed the rope that would open the curtain and shook hard. I was sweating, my body was getting warmer. I was afraid and delayed the opening.
But the crowd shouted impatiently.
Voices deafening ordered to start the show.
And I opened it and saw it.
I stood still, surprised, puzzled and confused.
front of me was the phenomenon, the horror, the failure of nature, the wrong mistakes.
squeezed his eyes, rubbed them and saw the woman in the laundry!
barely moved in the middle of the stage.
He looked at me.
His body distorted by time and disgusted at the same time had the view of the eager audience, which burst into laughter merciless.
She turned toward me. His eyes
blacks were barred, there was the terror within.
seems to ask: "Now what will happen to me? I did not do anything because they laugh at me? Why did you let this happen? Help me, please. "
within me unleashed a storm of emotions, a battle of nerves against the nerves which found vent in a single, thin, white salty tears.
A man shouted mercilessly: "You're a monster!"
Then he pulled a banana peel and all followed his gesture, throwing every kind of object.
And I ran.
ran toward the woman.
courses without thinking, to be his shield. But the scream of terror
startled her.
A man had a knife in his hand and was ready to throw it.
I cried.
vomited.
fainted.
Then I woke up.
I was saved.
Tired, indeed destroyed, kept my eyes open for a few minutes and I fell asleep again.
hoped to return to my nightmare, the idea of \u200b\u200bleaving her tormented me.
But my wish did not come true.
The next morning I instinctively prepared to go to school.
On the way I thought a lot last night.
I doubt gripped me and made me very nervous. "What is happening to me? Because I wanted to see that woman? "I thought.
I had to understand. I changed
road and headed for the laundry.
8.30. I waited for the opening, and she came.
His face was very tired, he must have been a nice weekend.
I sat in the bar, across the street, and watched.
I stayed there all morning.
I did the same the next morning.
On Wednesday I was even in advance.
So all week.
few days later I began to watch her in the afternoon, to avoid suspicion at school.
For a month, every day, I went on that long road traffic to spy on a woman.
did not know the name, I knew nothing about her.
I just needed to see her.
One day I did not go, I got sick.
That day I missed.
The cigarette is extinguished.
does not want to remember. I do not want to remember.
Elsa, Elsa.
Months later I was in the usual bar.
few hours earlier I had bought two packs of cigarettes.
posizionai them on the table in the bar.
I had observed.
He smoked a lot.
I had read in some book that women are sensitive to the gifts.
"Do you smoke cigarettes and I gave her" I thought.
And waited for the right moment to donargliele.
But it seemed the right time never comes.
I knew, how could it be a boy of 18 years, I was in love with a woman older than me.
I discovered that Elsa, that was his name, had 38.
Elsa was ugly. Yet every night before falling asleep, the My last thought was for her.
for an ugly woman and older than me.
To a beautiful woman and mature.
The ambushes followed by the day. Meanwhile
maintained to cigarettes at home.
But one afternoon and decided as a soldier prepared myself for the big event. It was time to come out, to give my life to Elsa.
I washed, I shaved, got dressed.
I took the backpack and threw it into two packets of cigarettes.
I tried to imagine her face when, with that gift, I told all my feelings.
would cry, then I would embrace, I was sure.
I went home and went with a firm step towards the scooter to travel in a hurry, the usual long way traffic.
arrived.
once parked and got out, I took the cigarette from the pack.
a deep breath, uncertain step, another breath.
Ready, aim, fire!
courses, and then ran again.
The main door of the laundry was done near, more and more close. But
A raucous "Fermatiiii"
A cat comes out with a big jump from the front door of the laundry.
One click, a few seconds, the street.
A car coming fast.
The cat looks at the camera.
The machine looks at the cat.
Boom!
The cat dies. My
she comes out the back door, goes to the cat, kneels, despairs, weeps.
I stopped, petrified, with two packs of cigarettes in hand.
Cigarettes slip from my hands, she keeps crying, sobbing inconsolably.
my heart.
my mind.
Blind.
Five hours later Italy would win the world cup in Spain, six later an old man, unidentified, would come to an unknown shore of a beach and would accompany his violin with the mood of the sea. Seven
later, while Elsa cried in bed because left alone without her cat, I would have returned, after months, the shirt with Mario.
lights another cigarette. I light another cigarette.
Time passes and another cat is dead.
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