third installment: of how he met Marianne.
A week of work in college, in the midst of the monotony that is returning to work, caused a strange longing to savor some cheap drink that did not require greater sacrifices of my pocket needy, which in those days walking particularly low notes and coins.
not rain this time. Just a little wind numbed ears. As unwilling, crossed for the third time the door del Fiore, this time without the Pilgrim. Now with a beer in hand I went looking for somewhere nice and scenic place to sit. That was when she appeared.
Standing, slender, slightly leaning on an empty chair with back iron. A martini in hand, some more in the head and blue fire in his eyes glassy. It sounded soft music.
watched her without speaking during few minutes, like walking with my eyes every stroke of his face. She was swiftly dispatching the Martini, turning them dark with her mouth, but gentle mockery, red blood and without lipstick.
seemed to accompany a squint-eyed man who spoke to him repeatedly, slapping, raised his arms and he seemed wrapped in his speech. Then it disappeared. Time
then suddenly we are face to face and without saying a word, danced without speaking, without touching, without looking.
- What is your name? He asked in a low tone, some time later.
I said and sank back into his silence.
We stopped moving. I, meanwhile, sought a topic of conversation.
speak, then things work, age and the stars. Suddenly I felt the rhythm in his voice of the people of the mountains, the purity of the language of the colonizers and a tic that made him repeat a single word whose grammatical category was constantly fluctuate between the conjunction and the interjection: the very famous because of paisas.
Born under the house of Pisces, the last days of January to announce the imminent beginning of their thirties. I was fascinated by the funny faces he did emerge from his lips and the grace of his gestures. I felt like kissing her. I refrained.
After a short pause added:
-Gemini and Pisces are most compatible zodiac. "And I thought: what matter the stars and their magnetic forces? Why pay attention to the stars who were so far away, beyond the roofs and above the overcast sky?
Gradually I was talking about his troubles, his lost love, broken, have come down. After the fights he had to fight up to this point in his life, had come to renounce the faith in love and prefer the comfort of the covert conquests. Was clear that the human and it concluded that, as Borges said, "being immortal is trivial."
At the rate the tops of Geneva (the boy had said that there was no Martini), the voice of Marianne began to lose clarity and ease. When warned that more could not take his bag and, without a word, convenenciera and rude, it was not that aware of it.
I searched several times. I have not find it. I know it will be on Friday-today-in Fiore, but I'm not going to see it. You have my number. Call me if you need me. For
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