The view of the night color as the purple or hot pink or some shade of deep blue almost black attract the depths of the enchanted city by night brings out its depth all the sensuality that day, pitiless, asleep. Predators and prey chase, they look, they sniff the air. Everything is a bustle, bargaining, a swarm of life that the first light of dawn fades ...
's midnight on Friday when Michael returned from Turin to work decide to stop at the disco pub "The Scratch" on the road between Cuneo in Mondovi, but could be anywhere else on the continent as the landscape opens before him, like a painting by Edward Hopper transcends typical of the place: industrial, discount, cheap restaurants, gas stations and a livid sky in late January that accompanies it on this trip to the entrance of the nightclub. Ring the bell and after a few minutes to open Veronique: a beautiful black female and the heady scent impregnated him to stay for several days. Her hair in a bun stopped by a red silk ribbon and wearing a very low-cut little black dress, encircling the neck and a flashy gold necklace and rings, earrings and bracelets galore. Veronique his way to his client within the local sway over a pair of high heels, then with a sign warns the bartender did not want to be disturbed for any reason, and retires to his office. The bartender, a young black girl with a very short miniskirt that reveals two perfect legs sheathed in a pair of boots, wild and aggressive attitudes of a panther removed from their homeland and forced to live among us with costumes that are not your invites Michael to sit down and hands him a list of drinks . Two men at the bar drinking vodka talking about sports, without concern for what's going on around, on a sofa in front of a guy dozes Maghreb a video of Lady Gaga. The music blasting at full volume.
Lying with delight on a bench, sip a devilish blue phosphorescent Nadia.
E 'alone.
Also this day is over and the night is of a merciless light haunted the city gloomy and sublime as his desire to love. Despite the exhausting day of work she needed to leave. You may avoid going home at dawn every day, but he thinks that life in the home to get out of hand. All the preparations: the dress of black voile, makeup, hairstyle are weapons against the enemy that does not allow delay: solitude.
A feeling of incompleteness, the incentive to jump into the world and when it comes out that feeling is stronger because it is compared to other inaccuracies.
The ephemeral is manifested in all its intensity: perfumed powders her skin color of the moon, yet a minute and voila eyelashes are ready to face the city attractive.
Anyone will be able to create beauty will save the abyss of madness. In the scenario of this shining night damn let that life go through his body wrapped in veils, that street noise innondino the ears and the neon signs of the pierce like knives.
allow the winter froze the blood and not rebel against it.
By staring into the thoughts do not realize that Michael is watching with the desire. A few minutes later the bartender arrives at his table with a fruit cocktail offered by his admirer, Nadia finally turns his attention to him the nod, a bold gesture that reciprocates with a smile, as this night feel like prey invites him to her table.
to guess that this man has over forty is anything but beautiful, but cold in this desert could warm her heart as she could warm his: it will be a high feet tall and weigh one hundred pounds, wears his hair graying hair on his shoulders that frame the face chubby and cute, has a two-day beard and blue eyes and clear. He walks toward her with his hand in glass. Sit on the couch the discussion touches the usual superficial arguments, it comes to travel, or rather monologue Nadia leaves him on his travels on that because she does not know anything except what their friends tell. \u0026lt;'I am the best beaches in the Canary Islands or those of Santo Domingo?>> asks him throwing names at random just to liven up a little' discussion, the rest to her, Canary Islands, Santo Domingo, Ibiza, etc.. .. do not give a damn, a place or the other, humanity is always the same, is not that if you move better!
would like to spend the night with him, the rest not interested, so offers adventure to get out of there, he finishes his drink with a "bomb" and travel to the exit where the cold air regenerate them. Along the road there is a pension that is just for them, anonymous and fairly clean, not even ask him the documents.
Since the time permnette lies not have to be themselves ...
Nudity frightens both because it clears the internal argument: she is afraid of appearing awkward and he was no longer a youngster, despite this desire does not want to diminish in intensity, do not listen to reason and mocks their weaknesses. And so when Michael asks her to open up to him, she accepts it as you accept your fate.
At dawn, when the day falls on him mercilessly hastily retrieve their clothes mixed in a shapeless heap, and go towards the center.
Cuneo that come into play are the seven, they sleep, the storm of emotions and is consuming all that remains is the remains of a night of excess, unkempt beard and his headache and mental prostration her. In a bar in Piazza Galimberti Capuchin Order and croissants with jam, they are hungry. Then the phone exchanging greetings with the promise to meet again, although both are aware that this will not happen.
Michael gets in his car, an unexpected ray of sunshine breaks through the winter sky, puts on dark glasses because the glare bothers him, then turn on the stereo and runs away somewhere. Michael flees because he is afraid, runs away because happiness refers to when it will be something different from what it is, because it escapes the noise of a jackhammer's booming in the brain, stunned.
Nadia, however, walking the deserted streets of Cuneo, is Saturday. He feels that is wrinkled, sticky, sleepy and depressed. He can not wait to go home, take a bath, wear clean underwear and sleep, taking leave for a few hours by humanity.
Alessandro Dattilo
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