has green eyes a bit 'dark, with the same rust-colored specks familiar to me in which I lost during the summers by the sea, when that green was less deep and authoritative, and called to let him live.
of him on my mind all around the web of wrinkles, but she ones did not. Not yet. Not the same.
I am the victim of a theft, but beyond me the most basic of things and begins with a question that makes her smile across his face:
"How time you are his daughter? "
listens to in the end, I smile too.
"Well, I do not know if you expect a real answer - he says - and yet I'm 18, so ... Be a little 'accounts" and shakes his head, pedantic.
idiot. 18 years of an idiot who pretends to know better, those with unequivocal russet specks. And what about the bump on your nose? She is also good, bitch.
"How - I insist tone sharp - be the father of another?"
are on a war footing, I do not think neither he nor I wonder more how it is with apprehension. I have nothing else to do now.
"You are ridiculous ... I did not steal anything me, it's just that we have the same father, I have not got to someone else like a coat or the last packet of rice in the supermarket! It is not my fault or yours, we are victims of other weaknesses, that's all. "
" Is that all?!? "
" Yes, that's all. And I do not have it with you. Maybe you should take a more mature attitude. "
More mature? I have ten years of this idiot who even has the right to stay here, and I hate to dance that his right leg, or dark circles that flaunting to show your concern for my father.
"Who told you of the accident?"
"My mother answered.
"Where is he now? It is not enough to worry? "Sarcastic.
"It's been dead for three years. She told me in a dream. "
Yes, just imagine, now we even have the visionary.
opens a door, she jumps up before me. Before me. I do not see the significance lies. I'm that angry.
"The operation was successful - said the stranger who smells of the hospital - we just have to wait. Between 48 hours to dissolve the prognosis, but has a good temperament, we are confident. I One moment, please? "and answers the phone.
The large window sill, two seagulls perched. They look like twins, two drops of water. The eighteen
smiles, for you I do not exist anymore. The Seagulls "brothers" fly away. I feel the need to hurt her.
"I have lived there together, I can not afford to lose. For you it's different. You've already done at least every evening. The daughters do not have tales of lovers in the evening. "
smile again, I will go away, and this will save your life. Because I died now, while answering seraph:
"Fairy tales can be told even upon awakening, while the legitimate daughters sleep unaware elsewhere ... have you ever thought? "
The nurse reminds us at this very moment. It tells us that he invokes Paola. "Who among you is Paul?"
not me, not you.
It is not my mother, not her.
Paola?
The eighteen year old is laughing out loud now.
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