lenses as a feather
nestled by the wind dance
your thoughts;
and is busy as a bee
eats the sweet chalice of a flower
so you will drink from the cup
of life, fills the spirit
its profound nature:
love.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Changing Padlock Combination
Braco
Braco was at its greatest moment of unhappiness. He enjoyed only when picked up his friends in the other feelings of anxiety and frustration. So talking to them was always trying to put them in a bad mood, to discourage them, to find in them that "something" that just was not right.
That afternoon he was at the bar of the filling station before the walls of his city. He left the room to eat his ice cream cup for two euro. He noted that Red, a friend of his, was smoking a cigarette in front of gas stations.
jumped at the opportunity that Red had offered and agreed to him.
- Freud would say that yours is a beautiful and good attempt to try to die. - Braco said with his head immersed in the cup. Red
he inhaled slowly a breath while a warm breeze stroked her hair.
did not answer the provocative question of Braco, provocative because he knew that if he was just a joke was with the intention of embarrassing.
Red was the only one who still had not had to deal with his DEEP balls but he understood that it was now his turn. He decided to gamble by cunning.
- Well? Are you depressed? Do you feel alone?, You would never have expected I do not, you're a social animal, you are always in high spirits, always happy, so I think a little 'frivolous, and now you do? Attempted suicide? - Braco had launched the attack. A series of
viper absolute collapse that would make even the most holy of devotees of Padre Pio.
Red did not move an eyelash. At this point Braco was convinced: Red was the most unfortunate of this world!
- What makes you so sad? - Urged Braco.
- Why are you so unhappy? The girl is not it? I always thought that she betrayed you, you're too good for her. Even this evil
startled Red.
CONTINUED 13/09/2009
Red remained motionless with his eyes a few inches above the greasy hair of Braco.
Braco dropped his ice cream cup and went even further in the face of his friend, exasperated by the fact that his questions had not received proper consideration.
The mouth of Red lips are parted quickly and dine a while the sweet taste of Virginia.
- Yes - said Red.
Braco adjusted his glasses on his forehead. He began to vibrate. The head quickly snapped to the side and eyes, fast as balls pinball, friendly faces looking for the necessary comfort.
- Yes?! what? - He asked.
Then without waiting for an answer that would probably be very slow to get added
- Yes, that is, you mean that you're really unhappy?.
few more brief moment of pause, in which Braco began to scratch their considerable love handles, a curl couple of times the nose and make sounds similar to imprecations like, "Yeah, I'm fool I was to say yes, but who is believed to be his mortacci!"
- Yes, I do not feel happy. - Zac! Red had devised a trap that was captured perfectly and this sentence made goggle Braco to disbelief that ran the palm of his hand on his beard on the front and back.
- But you have a moment of serenity in life ... can not be so, that is always so down in the dumps - Braco hours trying to dissipate it.
- Felice, Braco, Happy! We are talking about happiness, no serenity, the serenity is another thing, nobody can be always happy, I'll tell you even more I do not think there is a very happy person.
A baseball bat in front of him would do less harm. Braco cold sweat thinking about what he had served all those books on psychoanalysis, all of those courses of conduct, all the hours spent on the journals of philosophy, if one considered as intelligent as a lizard, who only think of fun on Saturday night and pick up the girls froze him with a sentence like this?
No! had to react.
CONTINUE (again on this post) 16/09/2009
- I believe that your behavior is only due to the immaturity, the fact that you do not think enough about aspects of life ... -
- bullshit Braco, bullshit - Red broke in and set a firm voice.
- Here I found! Nihilism! You must have read in some gossip rivistine now it is fashionable nihilism, then you checked the dictionary the meaning and then I'll explain to you the fact that at least one graduate took it .- Braco became convinced of the good response that had given to the point where a smile and an expression of safety sprouted on his face.
- If you do not agree with that because I do not think that proves otherwise? - Red replied after a couple of circles with the smoke that came out of the mouth.
- What, what? Show you that?, How should I do, I do not need to prove anything, it is impossible for the world there is at least one person happy, my dear salsa dancer loser.
Braco said.
- So if you're convinced scommettiamoci up. - Now that the Red Eye for the duration of the conversation had been lulled by the branches of pine trees blowing in the wind had laid out cold on the face of his antagonist.
- What should I do? We feel, think I'm afraid of someone who does not know the difference between subjunctive and conditional? - The Braco caused.
- If through this too, before .. - Red replied, chuckling.
- this! This I do not accept gosh!, Okay do your stupid bet, give me three days and bring you home a happy person. -
- Ok, Braco, today I feel good that we'll give you a week, by next Saturday if you can find a really happy person and take them home .-
you win - I'm Ok! - Braco said, thinking that his friend was just a poor jerk.
- What's playing? - Braco said with an expression to be sure winner.
- Let's make the loser for a month will not be around if you do not see a shirt that says "I'm too stupid," I'll take the shirt, you start running, you'll not be easy. - The Red said.
- You do not worry about me, I'll tell you even more tomorrow I will start slowly, so I'm sure to win now the bet - Braco said.
The two greeted each other, Red Braco looked at as he prepared to go back inside the bar and stopped at the entrance where there was a group of girls asked one of them an ear thing, the girl took the bag struck him with a release of nerve and told him to "go to hell."
The next morning we woke early Braco. The evening before falling asleep, she thought that someone you know might be for her. But each of those to whom he thought had some problems that prevented some of the full happiness. It was therefore decided to proceed immediately on the field. He left the house, crossed the walls of the medieval old town, went up to the old nineteenth-century streets between the buildings and he came to the church of the Cathedral. He thought
to avoid those that came out of church after Mass, as he thought that all Christians soffrisero a stupid sense of collective guilt, they felt a kind of caste of the mentally retarded, then difficilmete, according to him, he found people happy .
He turned his gaze and saw the public gardens, where they came cries of children struggling with the games that the council had installed a few months.
was seized with a sudden inspiration. "Why did not I think now? Children actually have to be happy, have no problem, just play, do not understand anything, too easy, eh, eh, Red I've already screwed! "he said to himself as they passed the entrance gates of the gardens.
CONTINUE (more on this post) 09/21/2009
Braco approached the children who were the swings, the more I saw smile as he felt the approaching victory of the bet with Red.
He took out his camera and capture those facets of thought full of joy to have more evidence to show his friend, then turned to the little festive.
- Hello children, I can ask you a question? - Churches to children. Children will not rest at once, then had to lift a little 'voice?
- Children, I repeat, please listen to me? answer the so my questions to do a good deed?
Braco's calm was waning, his voice had taken on the tone of a desperate looking for help and that children did not like, so not the answer. Now Braco was visibly nervous and throw the camera in a pouch walked rapidly towards the swing. With one hand he took the metal chain and stopped the swing in the race. The child who was sitting on it fell into ruin on, fortunately not hit his head because he took refuge with his hands but he hurt the knee that blood dripping like tears from his eyes.
- Damn it, you teach your parents, when an adult speaks you listen to him!
thundered Braco swaying nervously chain of the swing. The children began to cry together. Braco tried to reason with her but had slumped to the ground when he felt a strong blow that caught him behind the head. He pulled up and saw an old man waving a wooden stick in the air with menacing expression told him to leave immediately.
- Get nasty perverted madman, if you do see here again for you will be trouble.
Braco got up from the floor and head down headed for the exit when he heard a voice called to him.
- Lord forgive what we wanted to ask? - He was a child who had left the party and with his angelic little face turned to the poor Braco.
- Boys, thanks - the big face of Braco brightened a spontaneous smile, happy to have found at least one child willing to listen. In his mind he thought "Here, I'm sure there it is, this little boy, though a little 'ugly, Braco is the future, here it is a real thinker, a noble soul"
- So sir what we wanted to ask? - The repeated the child while rocking with the torso and hands behind his back. Braco knelt and put his face stroking the baby's head and asked him
- I wanted to know which of you is happy, only that, you're happy baby? But little had
in mind other than to answer the question of Braco, in fact behind hands holding a stick impaled a dog poop and splashed on the face of Braco and then greet him with a fart and run back to his friends who had enjoyed the scene and now all together they were laughing.
Continue (more on this post) 09/22/2009
Braco, angry, stood up. With a quick pace and walked looking down, kicking the pebbles of stradellino, exit, railing and offending the old and the children present. After cleaning the face and glasses to the fontanel turned again to the little ones.
- Your parents hate you! Soon everyone will be given up for adoption!
Then with a smile finally found came from the garden. He heaved a sigh of relief as you look at the clock and sees that it is still early when he took a deep breath and headed toward the center of the square. He was convinced of the difficulty of the bet but at the same time looking forward to Red-faced fool with an open mouth that gave him reason and proclaimed him the winner.
As he walked he thought aloud. Braco observed. Studying people. The imagined in their lives every day. His attention was caught by a waiter who served cappuccino at tables in the bar of the Centre. "Is actually a nice guy, and this helps, smiles, works quietly, but it's still a waiter probably will not have finished his studies and had to find a job will be to pull a living, or maybe it's the son of the owner of the bar, then things might be different. "
- Do you hear, this place is yours?
He asked the waiter as he gave the rest of German tourists who filled him with compliments.
- How to say sir? The
replied the waiter.
"It's not even very smart, maybe I'm losing time," he thought Braco.
- I said if this is your cabin or you're just an employee.
- this bar, and Mr. Carosi.
- It just do this work?
- And how many other jobs do you think I should do?, And then what are you interested?
Replied the young man rubbing the backs of the hands red vest.
- Nothing, nothing, it was only to ask.
Braco said with disdain and an expression that clearly wanted to say "Failed."
The waiter went to the back room and returned with a carton of fruit juice.
Braco was convinced to look beyond. It was almost happy, in fact was happy every time someone showed, in his opinion, could not be happier.
In fact if he had really found a happy person in the same place where he lived, that led to more or less the same as its existence, he would feel bad.
He decided to look ahead, do not bother with the "scum" that's crawling around miserably, with the poor souls who led lives that "call" to live and not "survive" would be a gross mistake.
Men and women with poor salaries pulled forward to sperandio with rent to pay and children to support.
had to aim higher.
The occasion gave it to him who read the paper that Sunday morning in the bar where he went to interview the young man.
"Next Saturday Sandro Trapettoni meet with young people in the streets" Braco read the words that stood on the second page of the local newspaper.
It was as if struck by lightning. If he had a light bulb in hand, this, it would surely be turned on.
He had five days to get everything ready.
Continue (more on this post 09/28/2009)
FIVE DAYS LATER: TODAY.
to eleven at night.
A man walking through an alley in the city center. The man looks up. In the row of concrete and glass walls and windows made from a single light on. From that comes a music box.
- Turn down the radio junkie!
the man does not like the music and continues to his feet. Inside that apartment's Red
you are combing, while Balzella on his bed to the beat of pop hits of the moment.
E 'rev up our friend. Ready to smile every time the expression gives the mirror satisfies him.
Bell sound.
Red jumps off the bed. He thinks it's his old neighbor who this weekend is not going to see her daughter and grandchildren in the house and then can not sleep, annoyed by the excessive volume of his stereo. Pots with a lid covering the lines of Columbian and puffing and cursing the old pain in the ass to open it.
- Hello Red! Let me in I've done it!
to find her daughter and grandchildren nearby was apparently gone, as is apparent from the large face weary chain of Braco.
- And what the fuck are you doing here so early? - Asked Red.
- Let me in, do not take it anymore - Braco begged him. Red
Just off the chain from the door Braco enters dragging a surprise.
- What the fuck is this? - Red pales in comparison to the strangeness that his friend had brought with him.
- It 's Persian my grandmother's, ah, maybe you've never been to my grandmother's house and then you do not you remember ... Ah! Ah! feel that music nerd, I knew it was a two-bit clubbers .. - Responds Braco.
- I see that it is a carpet. I want to know why it moves and what the fuck is there in my house -
- You know what day is it? , To be sure that you know - asks Braco.
- Saturday, ugly ass and people on Saturday, out with friends, going to eat pizza, go to the disco, does not appear in the other house with carpets rolled up and speak well ...? From start to
rug out small moans.
- Braco that .. Who's in it? - Ask Red.
- There is the victory of our bet. - The Braco responds by lifting the chin.
- There is a person? There? - Asks him Red.
The carpet begins to move stronger and listened well you can hear a voice say, "yes, yes, help me."
Braco hits him with a football in the middle.
- Get this mask now I see. - Braco presents a form of "Spiderman" Red, while the system the face from "The Thing of the Fantastic Four."
CONTINUE (10/01/2009)
Red is reluctant to put his mask in his face, but then when he sees that Braco kneels down and begins to break the string attached that holds the carpet, wearing it almost instinctively.
- Here it is! - Braco says turning his head hooded friend.
- But I do this, I think .. I know .. no! No can be! You're crazy! .. You're crazy! Put it back in and take it immediately outside my house! - Red Scream, with one hand while tightening and pulling the shoulder of his friend.
- Molly coward! A deal is a deal! Of course I know, this week was on every billboard in the city. My dear, I am pleased to introduce Sandy Trapettoni! The happiest man in the world!
- You made the bet .. crazy ugly, that was just a game, a way to get away from the ball at least a week, Holy Christ, to have known you would have asked the woman to bring home more than a nymphomaniac in the world.
- play or not play the gamble almost paid off. I will wait every morning outside the house to see if I wore the shirt with the words of an idiot ha ha! I can not wait. Sandrino Next, tell him that you're happy!
Braco is in full ecstasy, but still the bet is won. Trapettoni has yet to confirm that on which Braco Red and had bet that he believed it impossible, or that the world there is a very happy person.
- What are you saying? gosh, who are you?! Release me immediately or worsen the situation. - Responds
Trapettoni the request of Braco.
- You say if you are happy? - Insists Braco.
- Wait Braco, if you put it so then the question flaw to me, you're too nervous and agitated, and you're scaring me.
- Mr. Trapettoni Listen, me and my friend have made a bet. We gambled that the world does not exist a person truly happy. She now meets us and we will let go, untie her, put a mask and took her to the center, please believe me I do not want hurt her and even my friend, but sees he's done so, when you put something in his head ..
- I face this question and let me go - Respond Trapettoni.
- Are you happy? - The Red asks succinctly.
- How can you not be ... how can you not be happy with all those women, all that money, mansions, if he is not happy ... - mumbles Braco.
- Hey do not affect response or cancel the bet. - The Red underwear.
- Happy? Mha ... I would say .... - Trapettoni begins to respond
-Braco begins to pop up on his toes ready to take up arms in victory.
- Happy ... I have seventy-two, I sex with girls of twenty, I have a private plane, the people she loves me, .. happy ... but do not say shit to hell! How do you think only I can be happy! Look: I wear heels, put on makeup every day as a woman, I am the only man in this world, I can not trust anyone .. but how do you think could be? Yes I think so, I think that in this world there is a very happy person .-
Braco did not finish the sentence. Grabbed him by the hair and struck a blow to the heel on the sternum.
- And you have also the hairpiece, damn nano - The fake device remains in the hands of Braco after kick to the chest.
CONTINUE (again on this post)
Trapettoni is rolling on the floor with his hands pressed on his chest. Braco angry because he realizes that he wants to rebuild the man lost the bet way to store all his hopes, or rather its securities go up in smoke.
came up with the intent to hit him again.
- I'm killing you ugly disgusting .- Red
able to stop his friend breathing like a bull in the arena.
- What pops into your head? Forget it! Cancel the bet! Cancel the bet!
- Red's happening?.
From the bathroom comes a woman wearing a kimono and with her hair wet.
At the sight of three figures, the two masked man rolling on the floor, she gets screaming.
- SSSS treasure me! .- Red tries to calm the blonde who screams like a chick in one hand. To make Red
calm then takes off the mask and the girl gets breath.
- Why did you put this thing on the face and who are they? And because that man is evil? Red
asks the blonde hair wet and soft forms.
- We also lacked a whore! - He pants Braco.
Trapettoni at the sight of the girl you feel better. Find the strength to even stand up.
- Good evening miss, I would like to introduce myself Sandro Trapettoni-
- But it is her .. I can not believe what's he doing here? And 'friend of Red?
- No Miss I was brought here against my will quell'energumeno from his face masked.
- It 's an idiot. How can he not be happy if he is not happy in this world who can be ... who?! - Answers the desperate madman with the face of "The Thing".
- But you're Braco, I recognize you! Take off that stupid mask that scare me. The Blonde
recognizes the voice of the friend of her boyfriend.
- No! You may recognize me and then sue, I will not go to jail to jail ... the nobles of mind as I make them dry within the first week if all goes well, if it goes wrong they are to become as stupid as Red .. I'll kill him, kill him.
- You do not kill anyone - The Red says.
- Now we ask Trapettoni excuse to forgive us and I think, is not it? - Mr. Sandro look appealing.
- Well to hell, you do not say that word whose only fault is to be his friend, but the guy should be locked up there and they should throw away the key. - Responds Trapettoni
- Please she is so good, always so kind, you could do something to fix? The petition
the blonde girl.
Two hours later the two friends are sitting on the couch. Red disconsolately is smoking a cigarette after another, Braco is with staring eyes and ears.
- Cursed deficient, but because you are still friends, look what I've done do - the Red says.
- do not take it on, you wanted to spend the rest of your life in a cage? - Braco's answer.
-Ahh, ahhh, still feel ... ancoraaa-cries from the bedroom.
- If you had not done this shit would not be here now I think of Michael Trapettoni that mounts to two hours in my room.
Braco does not respond is too concentrated by moans produced by the two lovers.
- Oh yes as I enjoy! -
- Mmm "enjoy," says the feeling? - Braco friend request.
- You're a bastard, do not come back tomorrow, I've broken the balls .. - Red talks without responding to his constant questions.
- Like You are wonderful, yes! -
- It 's great - repeats
Braco - You fucking son of a bitch but why do not you see a specialist instead of ...
- Yes so, so, you make me happy! Yes - even the cries of the girl to fill the apartment.
- Ah, ah yes! - Braco cries jumping up.
- What the fuck do you have to smile at ugly idiot? - The Red asks.
- Did you hear, you've heard of it! - He says Braco.
- Hear what? But what the hell go jabbering? - Red Responds.
- he said it, he said, is she! she is!, did you feel it too, she said she is happy and I. .. I won the bet!
Red collapses on his face in his hands while his friend in the head with the mask from "The Thing of Fantastic Four" cheers to the generous embrace of two lovers from the next room.
END
DISCLAIMER: "Any reference to events or real people and 'PURELY RANDOM" 
Braco was at its greatest moment of unhappiness. He enjoyed only when picked up his friends in the other feelings of anxiety and frustration. So talking to them was always trying to put them in a bad mood, to discourage them, to find in them that "something" that just was not right.
That afternoon he was at the bar of the filling station before the walls of his city. He left the room to eat his ice cream cup for two euro. He noted that Red, a friend of his, was smoking a cigarette in front of gas stations.
jumped at the opportunity that Red had offered and agreed to him.
- Freud would say that yours is a beautiful and good attempt to try to die. - Braco said with his head immersed in the cup. Red
he inhaled slowly a breath while a warm breeze stroked her hair.
did not answer the provocative question of Braco, provocative because he knew that if he was just a joke was with the intention of embarrassing.
Red was the only one who still had not had to deal with his DEEP balls but he understood that it was now his turn. He decided to gamble by cunning.
- Well? Are you depressed? Do you feel alone?, You would never have expected I do not, you're a social animal, you are always in high spirits, always happy, so I think a little 'frivolous, and now you do? Attempted suicide? - Braco had launched the attack. A series of
viper absolute collapse that would make even the most holy of devotees of Padre Pio.
Red did not move an eyelash. At this point Braco was convinced: Red was the most unfortunate of this world!
- What makes you so sad? - Urged Braco.
- Why are you so unhappy? The girl is not it? I always thought that she betrayed you, you're too good for her. Even this evil
startled Red.
CONTINUED 13/09/2009
Red remained motionless with his eyes a few inches above the greasy hair of Braco.
Braco dropped his ice cream cup and went even further in the face of his friend, exasperated by the fact that his questions had not received proper consideration.
The mouth of Red lips are parted quickly and dine a while the sweet taste of Virginia.
- Yes - said Red.
Braco adjusted his glasses on his forehead. He began to vibrate. The head quickly snapped to the side and eyes, fast as balls pinball, friendly faces looking for the necessary comfort.
- Yes?! what? - He asked.
Then without waiting for an answer that would probably be very slow to get added
- Yes, that is, you mean that you're really unhappy?.
few more brief moment of pause, in which Braco began to scratch their considerable love handles, a curl couple of times the nose and make sounds similar to imprecations like, "Yeah, I'm fool I was to say yes, but who is believed to be his mortacci!"
- Yes, I do not feel happy. - Zac! Red had devised a trap that was captured perfectly and this sentence made goggle Braco to disbelief that ran the palm of his hand on his beard on the front and back.
- But you have a moment of serenity in life ... can not be so, that is always so down in the dumps - Braco hours trying to dissipate it.
- Felice, Braco, Happy! We are talking about happiness, no serenity, the serenity is another thing, nobody can be always happy, I'll tell you even more I do not think there is a very happy person.
A baseball bat in front of him would do less harm. Braco cold sweat thinking about what he had served all those books on psychoanalysis, all of those courses of conduct, all the hours spent on the journals of philosophy, if one considered as intelligent as a lizard, who only think of fun on Saturday night and pick up the girls froze him with a sentence like this?
No! had to react.
CONTINUE (again on this post) 16/09/2009
- I believe that your behavior is only due to the immaturity, the fact that you do not think enough about aspects of life ... -
- bullshit Braco, bullshit - Red broke in and set a firm voice.
- Here I found! Nihilism! You must have read in some gossip rivistine now it is fashionable nihilism, then you checked the dictionary the meaning and then I'll explain to you the fact that at least one graduate took it .- Braco became convinced of the good response that had given to the point where a smile and an expression of safety sprouted on his face.
- If you do not agree with that because I do not think that proves otherwise? - Red replied after a couple of circles with the smoke that came out of the mouth.
- What, what? Show you that?, How should I do, I do not need to prove anything, it is impossible for the world there is at least one person happy, my dear salsa dancer loser.
Braco said.
- So if you're convinced scommettiamoci up. - Now that the Red Eye for the duration of the conversation had been lulled by the branches of pine trees blowing in the wind had laid out cold on the face of his antagonist.
- What should I do? We feel, think I'm afraid of someone who does not know the difference between subjunctive and conditional? - The Braco caused.
- If through this too, before .. - Red replied, chuckling.
- this! This I do not accept gosh!, Okay do your stupid bet, give me three days and bring you home a happy person. -
- Ok, Braco, today I feel good that we'll give you a week, by next Saturday if you can find a really happy person and take them home .-
you win - I'm Ok! - Braco said, thinking that his friend was just a poor jerk.
- What's playing? - Braco said with an expression to be sure winner.
- Let's make the loser for a month will not be around if you do not see a shirt that says "I'm too stupid," I'll take the shirt, you start running, you'll not be easy. - The Red said.
- You do not worry about me, I'll tell you even more tomorrow I will start slowly, so I'm sure to win now the bet - Braco said.
The two greeted each other, Red Braco looked at as he prepared to go back inside the bar and stopped at the entrance where there was a group of girls asked one of them an ear thing, the girl took the bag struck him with a release of nerve and told him to "go to hell."
The next morning we woke early Braco. The evening before falling asleep, she thought that someone you know might be for her. But each of those to whom he thought had some problems that prevented some of the full happiness. It was therefore decided to proceed immediately on the field. He left the house, crossed the walls of the medieval old town, went up to the old nineteenth-century streets between the buildings and he came to the church of the Cathedral. He thought
to avoid those that came out of church after Mass, as he thought that all Christians soffrisero a stupid sense of collective guilt, they felt a kind of caste of the mentally retarded, then difficilmete, according to him, he found people happy .
He turned his gaze and saw the public gardens, where they came cries of children struggling with the games that the council had installed a few months.
was seized with a sudden inspiration. "Why did not I think now? Children actually have to be happy, have no problem, just play, do not understand anything, too easy, eh, eh, Red I've already screwed! "he said to himself as they passed the entrance gates of the gardens.
CONTINUE (more on this post) 09/21/2009
Braco approached the children who were the swings, the more I saw smile as he felt the approaching victory of the bet with Red.
He took out his camera and capture those facets of thought full of joy to have more evidence to show his friend, then turned to the little festive.
- Hello children, I can ask you a question? - Churches to children. Children will not rest at once, then had to lift a little 'voice?
- Children, I repeat, please listen to me? answer the so my questions to do a good deed?
Braco's calm was waning, his voice had taken on the tone of a desperate looking for help and that children did not like, so not the answer. Now Braco was visibly nervous and throw the camera in a pouch walked rapidly towards the swing. With one hand he took the metal chain and stopped the swing in the race. The child who was sitting on it fell into ruin on, fortunately not hit his head because he took refuge with his hands but he hurt the knee that blood dripping like tears from his eyes.
- Damn it, you teach your parents, when an adult speaks you listen to him!
thundered Braco swaying nervously chain of the swing. The children began to cry together. Braco tried to reason with her but had slumped to the ground when he felt a strong blow that caught him behind the head. He pulled up and saw an old man waving a wooden stick in the air with menacing expression told him to leave immediately.
- Get nasty perverted madman, if you do see here again for you will be trouble.
Braco got up from the floor and head down headed for the exit when he heard a voice called to him.
- Lord forgive what we wanted to ask? - He was a child who had left the party and with his angelic little face turned to the poor Braco.
- Boys, thanks - the big face of Braco brightened a spontaneous smile, happy to have found at least one child willing to listen. In his mind he thought "Here, I'm sure there it is, this little boy, though a little 'ugly, Braco is the future, here it is a real thinker, a noble soul"
- So sir what we wanted to ask? - The repeated the child while rocking with the torso and hands behind his back. Braco knelt and put his face stroking the baby's head and asked him
- I wanted to know which of you is happy, only that, you're happy baby? But little had
in mind other than to answer the question of Braco, in fact behind hands holding a stick impaled a dog poop and splashed on the face of Braco and then greet him with a fart and run back to his friends who had enjoyed the scene and now all together they were laughing.
Continue (more on this post) 09/22/2009
Braco, angry, stood up. With a quick pace and walked looking down, kicking the pebbles of stradellino, exit, railing and offending the old and the children present. After cleaning the face and glasses to the fontanel turned again to the little ones.
- Your parents hate you! Soon everyone will be given up for adoption!
Then with a smile finally found came from the garden. He heaved a sigh of relief as you look at the clock and sees that it is still early when he took a deep breath and headed toward the center of the square. He was convinced of the difficulty of the bet but at the same time looking forward to Red-faced fool with an open mouth that gave him reason and proclaimed him the winner.
As he walked he thought aloud. Braco observed. Studying people. The imagined in their lives every day. His attention was caught by a waiter who served cappuccino at tables in the bar of the Centre. "Is actually a nice guy, and this helps, smiles, works quietly, but it's still a waiter probably will not have finished his studies and had to find a job will be to pull a living, or maybe it's the son of the owner of the bar, then things might be different. "
- Do you hear, this place is yours?
He asked the waiter as he gave the rest of German tourists who filled him with compliments.
- How to say sir? The
replied the waiter.
"It's not even very smart, maybe I'm losing time," he thought Braco.
- I said if this is your cabin or you're just an employee.
- this bar, and Mr. Carosi.
- It just do this work?
- And how many other jobs do you think I should do?, And then what are you interested?
Replied the young man rubbing the backs of the hands red vest.
- Nothing, nothing, it was only to ask.
Braco said with disdain and an expression that clearly wanted to say "Failed."
The waiter went to the back room and returned with a carton of fruit juice.
Braco was convinced to look beyond. It was almost happy, in fact was happy every time someone showed, in his opinion, could not be happier.
In fact if he had really found a happy person in the same place where he lived, that led to more or less the same as its existence, he would feel bad.
He decided to look ahead, do not bother with the "scum" that's crawling around miserably, with the poor souls who led lives that "call" to live and not "survive" would be a gross mistake.
Men and women with poor salaries pulled forward to sperandio with rent to pay and children to support.
had to aim higher.
The occasion gave it to him who read the paper that Sunday morning in the bar where he went to interview the young man.
"Next Saturday Sandro Trapettoni meet with young people in the streets" Braco read the words that stood on the second page of the local newspaper.
It was as if struck by lightning. If he had a light bulb in hand, this, it would surely be turned on.
He had five days to get everything ready.
Continue (more on this post 09/28/2009)
FIVE DAYS LATER: TODAY.
to eleven at night.
A man walking through an alley in the city center. The man looks up. In the row of concrete and glass walls and windows made from a single light on. From that comes a music box.
- Turn down the radio junkie!
the man does not like the music and continues to his feet. Inside that apartment's Red
you are combing, while Balzella on his bed to the beat of pop hits of the moment.
E 'rev up our friend. Ready to smile every time the expression gives the mirror satisfies him.
Bell sound.
Red jumps off the bed. He thinks it's his old neighbor who this weekend is not going to see her daughter and grandchildren in the house and then can not sleep, annoyed by the excessive volume of his stereo. Pots with a lid covering the lines of Columbian and puffing and cursing the old pain in the ass to open it.
- Hello Red! Let me in I've done it!
to find her daughter and grandchildren nearby was apparently gone, as is apparent from the large face weary chain of Braco.
- And what the fuck are you doing here so early? - Asked Red.
- Let me in, do not take it anymore - Braco begged him. Red
Just off the chain from the door Braco enters dragging a surprise.
- What the fuck is this? - Red pales in comparison to the strangeness that his friend had brought with him.
- It 's Persian my grandmother's, ah, maybe you've never been to my grandmother's house and then you do not you remember ... Ah! Ah! feel that music nerd, I knew it was a two-bit clubbers .. - Responds Braco.
- I see that it is a carpet. I want to know why it moves and what the fuck is there in my house -
- You know what day is it? , To be sure that you know - asks Braco.
- Saturday, ugly ass and people on Saturday, out with friends, going to eat pizza, go to the disco, does not appear in the other house with carpets rolled up and speak well ...? From start to
rug out small moans.
- Braco that .. Who's in it? - Ask Red.
- There is the victory of our bet. - The Braco responds by lifting the chin.
- There is a person? There? - Asks him Red.
The carpet begins to move stronger and listened well you can hear a voice say, "yes, yes, help me."
Braco hits him with a football in the middle.
- Get this mask now I see. - Braco presents a form of "Spiderman" Red, while the system the face from "The Thing of the Fantastic Four."
CONTINUE (10/01/2009)
Red is reluctant to put his mask in his face, but then when he sees that Braco kneels down and begins to break the string attached that holds the carpet, wearing it almost instinctively.
- Here it is! - Braco says turning his head hooded friend.
- But I do this, I think .. I know .. no! No can be! You're crazy! .. You're crazy! Put it back in and take it immediately outside my house! - Red Scream, with one hand while tightening and pulling the shoulder of his friend.
- Molly coward! A deal is a deal! Of course I know, this week was on every billboard in the city. My dear, I am pleased to introduce Sandy Trapettoni! The happiest man in the world!
- You made the bet .. crazy ugly, that was just a game, a way to get away from the ball at least a week, Holy Christ, to have known you would have asked the woman to bring home more than a nymphomaniac in the world.
- play or not play the gamble almost paid off. I will wait every morning outside the house to see if I wore the shirt with the words of an idiot ha ha! I can not wait. Sandrino Next, tell him that you're happy!
Braco is in full ecstasy, but still the bet is won. Trapettoni has yet to confirm that on which Braco Red and had bet that he believed it impossible, or that the world there is a very happy person.
- What are you saying? gosh, who are you?! Release me immediately or worsen the situation. - Responds
Trapettoni the request of Braco.
- You say if you are happy? - Insists Braco.
- Wait Braco, if you put it so then the question flaw to me, you're too nervous and agitated, and you're scaring me.
- Mr. Trapettoni Listen, me and my friend have made a bet. We gambled that the world does not exist a person truly happy. She now meets us and we will let go, untie her, put a mask and took her to the center, please believe me I do not want hurt her and even my friend, but sees he's done so, when you put something in his head ..
- I face this question and let me go - Respond Trapettoni.
- Are you happy? - The Red asks succinctly.
- How can you not be ... how can you not be happy with all those women, all that money, mansions, if he is not happy ... - mumbles Braco.
- Hey do not affect response or cancel the bet. - The Red underwear.
- Happy? Mha ... I would say .... - Trapettoni begins to respond
-Braco begins to pop up on his toes ready to take up arms in victory.
- Happy ... I have seventy-two, I sex with girls of twenty, I have a private plane, the people she loves me, .. happy ... but do not say shit to hell! How do you think only I can be happy! Look: I wear heels, put on makeup every day as a woman, I am the only man in this world, I can not trust anyone .. but how do you think could be? Yes I think so, I think that in this world there is a very happy person .-
Braco did not finish the sentence. Grabbed him by the hair and struck a blow to the heel on the sternum.
- And you have also the hairpiece, damn nano - The fake device remains in the hands of Braco after kick to the chest.
CONTINUE (again on this post)
Trapettoni is rolling on the floor with his hands pressed on his chest. Braco angry because he realizes that he wants to rebuild the man lost the bet way to store all his hopes, or rather its securities go up in smoke.
came up with the intent to hit him again.
- I'm killing you ugly disgusting .- Red
able to stop his friend breathing like a bull in the arena.
- What pops into your head? Forget it! Cancel the bet! Cancel the bet!
- Red's happening?.
From the bathroom comes a woman wearing a kimono and with her hair wet.
At the sight of three figures, the two masked man rolling on the floor, she gets screaming.
- SSSS treasure me! .- Red tries to calm the blonde who screams like a chick in one hand. To make Red
calm then takes off the mask and the girl gets breath.
- Why did you put this thing on the face and who are they? And because that man is evil? Red
asks the blonde hair wet and soft forms.
- We also lacked a whore! - He pants Braco.
Trapettoni at the sight of the girl you feel better. Find the strength to even stand up.
- Good evening miss, I would like to introduce myself Sandro Trapettoni-
- But it is her .. I can not believe what's he doing here? And 'friend of Red?
- No Miss I was brought here against my will quell'energumeno from his face masked.
- It 's an idiot. How can he not be happy if he is not happy in this world who can be ... who?! - Answers the desperate madman with the face of "The Thing".
- But you're Braco, I recognize you! Take off that stupid mask that scare me. The Blonde
recognizes the voice of the friend of her boyfriend.
- No! You may recognize me and then sue, I will not go to jail to jail ... the nobles of mind as I make them dry within the first week if all goes well, if it goes wrong they are to become as stupid as Red .. I'll kill him, kill him.
- You do not kill anyone - The Red says.
- Now we ask Trapettoni excuse to forgive us and I think, is not it? - Mr. Sandro look appealing.
- Well to hell, you do not say that word whose only fault is to be his friend, but the guy should be locked up there and they should throw away the key. - Responds Trapettoni
- Please she is so good, always so kind, you could do something to fix? The petition
the blonde girl.
Two hours later the two friends are sitting on the couch. Red disconsolately is smoking a cigarette after another, Braco is with staring eyes and ears.
- Cursed deficient, but because you are still friends, look what I've done do - the Red says.
- do not take it on, you wanted to spend the rest of your life in a cage? - Braco's answer.
-Ahh, ahhh, still feel ... ancoraaa-cries from the bedroom.
- If you had not done this shit would not be here now I think of Michael Trapettoni that mounts to two hours in my room.
Braco does not respond is too concentrated by moans produced by the two lovers.
- Oh yes as I enjoy! -
- Mmm "enjoy," says the feeling? - Braco friend request.
- You're a bastard, do not come back tomorrow, I've broken the balls .. - Red talks without responding to his constant questions.
- Like You are wonderful, yes! -
- It 's great - repeats
Braco - You fucking son of a bitch but why do not you see a specialist instead of ...
- Yes so, so, you make me happy! Yes - even the cries of the girl to fill the apartment.
- Ah, ah yes! - Braco cries jumping up.
- What the fuck do you have to smile at ugly idiot? - The Red asks.
- Did you hear, you've heard of it! - He says Braco.
- Hear what? But what the hell go jabbering? - Red Responds.
- he said it, he said, is she! she is!, did you feel it too, she said she is happy and I. .. I won the bet!
Red collapses on his face in his hands while his friend in the head with the mask from "The Thing of Fantastic Four" cheers to the generous embrace of two lovers from the next room.
END
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