The idea seemed simple enough. Come to think of now, it's too simple. The concept was an inspiration, that is, if you can not feel good alone you'll never be comfortable with others. Although I have not made me, there seems to be a logic in this thought, I'm not sure what, but I trust you. I've decided. This year I will put to the test. I will take only Medwin, cello.
But with me there is something called a phone. Which is never switched off. Why?
Because, let's face it, we like to hear the tune we choose so zealously.
So expect the song ends it all. Then I reply. Even though I already know who he is. Even though I know I should not. Although I know that I will accept the proposal made.
The inconsistency is a virtue, if it is ostentatious with awareness and with a smile.
"I do not want to say that you will spend New Year's Eve alone in this God-forsaken place? "
" Well, yes, this was the original intention ... ... an alternative New Year's coffee and milk, and all Lexotan to bed! "
" Take a plane and go up immediately, I do not want to hear excuses !.... click "Urban
knew that no kind of apology, I will. 'S why he had ended precipitously. For this reason, and the fact that, in a second, inevitably, I would have asked if there would be among the guests were also some elements of the Family Albrighten.
Ironically, that click too early, it was a sign perspicuous.
Suddenly, the concept behind changed direction, that is, if your mood is shit, why not transposing it to others especially when you can do this during the solemn celebration of 'I'm about% z @ New Year's Eve? This thought I made myself, but admit it, there's a thought!
cowardice is a bad thing to accept, but if you realize that's part of you, do not deny it .. you should just laugh about it.
I decided to leave earlier than expected, because now I found myself with a mission: to buy a tuxedo in less than 14 hours. A challenge that lured me. Also because I could not go with any tuxedo, never. I had to find a Duke of Windsor that I own a brush. Because if you have to spoil the party ... at least do it with style, no?
Classical music in the background.
"We've got black
" No. Why then under the lights would come out that greenish look bad ... ... just tonight? Not even God wants it ... What does it say? Blue night or anything! "
" I'll see that I can do! "
After a couple of hours, the Duke of Windsor appeared in all its glory. Blue night ... short jacket lapels ... ... launches an alteration here and there, made some poor Sinhalese poor seamstress, closed for the occasion in the back ... and I was ready.
And so I walked toward the dark and cold night with ... the certainty that at least would be the last.
's strange, but when outside noise is deafening inside you can feel a strange peace. As an eloquent silence. Especially when, after having endured what seems to be an endless version of "Sorry" by Madonna, you start to hope that some fulminate disease to screw you give yourself a total deafness and eternal, so do not have to feel for even another second is 'regrettable and endless mix.
People were eating, people dancing, people who drank ... I was all night confined between them. Then, inevitably, I was introduced to her. "She is a dancer ... blah, blah, blah ... know [insert name of famous person of your choice ... just usually not true] ... blah, blah, blah ... did the test with [insert name of your choice pork producer should not ... be difficult] ... blah, blah, blah. "So you find yourself in front of the nth-town girl, whose ultimate goal is to become a" vellum. "Yippy !!!!! The look and makes you a little ' penalty, when rudely, turns to greet everyone recognizes. desperately chases that elusive place in stardom. As if it really existed. As if the result is truly deserving of that humiliating immolation itself. A commonplace, it happens always. But times change, and clichés sometimes do not recognize them anymore. So we came up with his way of doing excessively jubilant, and dropped something in my drink. Then with his fake accent in Milan, said: "ESA drink from ... the party begins!"
"Jovanotti OK!" I said.
Now I do not know where I am, maybe I fell asleep, I do not know. I feel a headache and a strange taste in the mouth. Looking around the room barely recognize, was the wardrobe room. One leg hurts, but maybe it's because I find myself lying in a disorderly way on a small sofa, right next to a small pile of coats and furs. I do not know how I should judge that they are alone and pretty dress. The door is open. The music now is different, however, much softer. I hear people coming. The sound of heels. But before we recognize that every time I have not heard from, I find myself subjected to a detailed analysis of eyes that I had already been sentenced to time with a sentence seemingly by default. What to do? Not that I had no excuse. Neither the Rose eccentrically installed in the hinge of my pants, or for the phone number written in pencil for eyes on the right cheek, which, unfortunately, never managed to decipher the last number.
So, proudly showed off my face cul @, smiled and said: "Surprise! Happy 2007 "
Edith paused and then went to the mountain of coats. He avoided looking at me, but you could read in her face a mixture of anger and pain. He picked up a coat with martingale and headed for the door. Urbano, who earlier had "too obvious" tried to stop her, pretending there was now a state of embarrassment. And how to make it all a bit 'more unpleasant, the DJ had exhumed the body of ABBA with their demoralizing "The Winner Takes It All."
I knew that I would not have made out of that room with that look. He knew it too.
“So…I take it … it’s over between us?” dissi.
Fulminandomi con lo sguardo, rispose: “You would have known it…had you bothered to come to the court…The judge finalized the divorce…didn’t Clark tell you?”
“Yeah, I received some papers in the mail…”
“Did you even bother to read them?”
“no…I figured…what’s the use?”
“Oh yeah I forgot…what’s the use in anything…really?”
Sorrisi maliziosamente e poi le domandai: “Well…let me guess…how exactly are you paying for this nice Italian visit?”
At that point, Edith turned and walked away.
Riassettai the Duke of Windsor, squinting in the first rays of light of the new year, I went looking for an open bar. It was there that I realized that I desperately chasing some elusive location. Ironically, even more elusive than the provincial girl. Because at least she can give her a name.
Inner silence was no longer ... now, accusingly, inside me, I felt the music from the calf.
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