It was a cold and rainy evening, the more cold and wet because the first day of May, would leave their winter jackets in the closet, just in the far and dark. But the time is sometimes as if trying to adapt to circumstances, as it were, framed in an appropriate way the lives of men, and accommodate the different shades of the thoughts that accompany them, just as they do in the great novels. And the almost martial rhythm of this rain was just the same that drove the breath of those that night walked the streets of the old sad, it dragged indifferent to what was moving around, even to his dull process.
Suddenly the scene outside changed. Lights, laughter, a lively chatter, mixed with the smell of mojito's and bellini rum cooler in the same room. The rain had remained outside the room, but it is not the sober melancholy of the lonely walk of Maximus, just more steps and heavy among those who laughed loudly from a table another.
the smallest room of the Flower else had already taken place.
were almost two months they found themselves in front of a beer to tell their stories, to find solitude in the other a fragment of their own sadness. Young men and women who in some way by copying the meetings of Alcoholics Anonymous, or at least the movie scenes, they hoped not quite consciously not to break away from their past, what made them still suffer from that one painful way that they thought they held relating to themselves and to their lives.
Fabrizio was the first: tDo not hide the tattoo on the arm with the name of Elizabeth in Gothic was the tangible sign of his stubborn desire to not look ahead. Leo the previous month had served three beers before he could prevent the voice trembled as she told of when he was off the road in the cold of an insolent morning of December, ending face to face with the death of the snow-reflected in the ravine. He wanted, he had to take a letter to Georgia. He wanted, he had to convince her to go back. He wanted, he had to beat the storm, because he did not want, did not have to wait a moment more. Lucia had not actually told her story, but every night, at every meeting read all his suffering in the sentences handed down without nennemo more conviction, without a tone different voice, which never distracted my eyes from the void. At the beginning nobody understood why Elisa attend meetings. She was a bubbly and full of life, attending many girls and that if it undertook in a stable relationship was only because twenty-two years was twenty-two and you can choose to enjoy life and postpone tasks with the more in love there. But those meetings were the only path leading to the garden that she kept hidden apparentementemente so little effort at all. In those rare occasions did not hide the gap left by an unrequited love, a smile of indifference is not appreciated and never given a chance. Julius said he did not essre more in love with Christine, not to be perhaps never was, but he could not get away from her since she had left. It was impossible not to hear, not see it, do not go out at night with her, thinking seriously of attending another. Maybe he did not know what all this nennemo was wrong.
That evening was Andrea's turn. He did not know yet comeavrebbe told what Anna had told him a few months before, what had driven her to finish a report of three years. As he revealed that he wanted to marry, who had imagined his life with her, that she would never love another.
Maximus almost never spoke. He listened. He listened carefully. Try not to let anything leak out of his pain masked with a contemptuous hostility towards all those stories, to all those detained and thrown back tears. He said it was not worth it to suffer, let help include that.
opened the card menu. Unnecessarily because they knew what it would take.
But there was something strange. A ticket. "When a flower has bloomed, it blossomed. But when it faded, withered. It is useless to keep it dry and do it at home, lifeless simulacrum of an ancient glory. Does not give off the most delicate and sparkling in the past. Not capture more rays of the sun and the glow of its rays. It is now faded. "
He read it and left it to the table.
Elena beers every night bringing customers felt the talk of the strange table, I felt the bitter resignation that squeaked so loudly with the disenchanted optimism that characterized his youth, but he saw in those green eyes, turned off, there was still a glimmer of happiness.
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