I have not wanted now. That night, I mean. The wind whistled without beating about the tents of the shops. The night was heavy and waiting for the bus entrusting the umbrella in the rain. What I did not see did not exist. His face appeared under the mother hen of the shelter at the bus stop.
by surprise.
I tried the card in her purse and did not think black wedge. I repeated this in mind the program of the evening throwing eyes in the direction of traffic. On many cars in the queue and faces indecipherable parading behind the windows. A hand rested on my arm.
- I found you at last.
I thought the time and fatigue and tire noise on the asphalt had confused the words, I turned around. The hand remained motionless, and the voice came behind me. Do not recognize her. Yet there were those fingers, with that light touch that called me to turn my head. I would not put a face to agitation or mistake of person, I moved the arm and as soon as the bus doors opened, I climbed aboard.
- Wait!
The coat ended up covering part of the hand in motion, I pulled back, forcing me to turn at least one quarter of the body and mind froze. The bus had broken down and a middle-aged woman came to my side. A man got to do with courtesy.
- Valentina.
I stood on that name which was the same as mine. It was the same voice and tone and breath and say it. And fear, perhaps, but I pretended not to hear. I looked over the glass in the windows to escape. I found myself against his body without saying anything.
- go down to the next. I'm with you, you feel it?
I froze with eyes on the woman in front, on the hats and dark swollen and mixed water and soap.
- What happens to you, will not you? I'm here.
I advanced to overcome the dark head and I kept my strong support to the special. I considered going down to the terminus and at the latest in about twenty minutes. The time that would have preceded the arrival of the subway.
- What do you think? Tell me.
He repeated to follow a pat on the back, a conviction that I had spun around to put a space between me and abyss. Strained their necks to avoid seeing the other side.
- I've been looking for.
sighed moving towards a free corner, drawing the texture for a few seconds of silence absurdity of a sharp horn. Obbligai me to stay with his head turned.
- Nothing has changed. I know and I know your loss and terror. The need. Maybe it's the anxiety of looking back to getting stuck now.
refuge from those whispered words: do not listen and tried to approach the station, just down from the middle, left for the adjoining sidewalk heading towards the track.
I searched for a posting.
- Thanks. Will for next time?
He hoped the pitch.
I hoped too. It was inevitable. I nodded. The longest journey I was told that a voice came from afar. S. memories? few words they knew they would have to give at least .
(A S.)
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