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Disincontri

Only one profile.
brown hair with lighter reflections collected in a short tail.
That kind of hair that you already know that without touching them will be silk between your fingers.
An arm, a tonic rather than muscular, surrounded by the sleeve of a black t-shirt.
A new, large, close to the edge, one of those imperfections on which Viola would be able to linger for hours with his eyes, losing the edge, slipping under the skin to the point of losing consistency.
Jeans, shoes, who knows, did not look that strange.

Just as it is strange for her to take that tram after almost a year.
The 7 has always had one and the same meaning: Diego. House
Diego, shelter, cuddle house, not wanting to get away from home, home with mom and dad, home and caresses but they are not telling you your house that embraces you and makes you become a little bigger.
House, however, not family.
House as a home has never been this city, too big, too much for Viola, it gets complicated only when he stopped fighting to make it his own.
A little 'as with people.
A little 'as with Diego. But it has always been an accomplice. Except in the one crime that really compromising, love.
until love did not stop to seduce himself and has become a free, no needs.

Viola stamping the ticket impulse slipping between the mole and the world.
- It 's this seat free?
knows, sees, hears, which is free, but it is a way to make contact. Or maybe the voice.
- Yes, certainly.
does not smile, but her voice is warm, welcoming atmosphere. Stop, though. There are no ellipses in the bottom. No hesitation, no temptation to cling.

Viola sits down and begins to read.
Sometimes peeps that profile, which found to be one of the many interesting corners of a universe designed by a mouth to smile and look serious.
Until the world decides to be generous with her who is instead been so stingy.

- Guys, you know where I get to go away in Bolzano?
"Boys," as if it were an entity.
sketch explanations, Viola and the owner of neo interesting, talking in between them, as they were accustomed to agree on things, provide the information. Viola
disclose additional, insignificant. Necessary. A low voice. Words that say "just for you, just for you."

Again no delay.

Viola cash, without too many bruises: after the round has not even begun.
goes back to reading. But

- Belli these pants.
- Thank you.
- Where did you get?
And the name of a shop gets a name:
- My name is Charles.
And the name becomes a world: a thick fog of words that exclude the tram, passengers and includes, by protecting the remnants of life that have decided to exchange and who knows what else is there to know, to know and share and everything seems possible and he makes as if you have any questions.
And then
- Where do you come down?
- Ah! Fuck! But it's my stop!
She pulls on the seat in all its fascinating height.
- Hello, you pick!

Yeah.
You pick.
In this city, too big, too much for Viola, once again.

And later in the car with Diego, he will wonder if perhaps a minute, a phone number.
Or maybe not. Or maybe it's better this way, the many meetings now fighting, let that remain frozen in the most beautiful moment, when everything is possible.
Even love.


Now That I've met you would you object to never seeing
Each Other
again cause I can not afford to climb aboard you

no one's got that much ego to spend So do not work your

Because I've
stuff
got troubles enough no, do not pick on me When one act of kindness
Could Be

deathly deathly definitely

("Deathly", Aimee Mann)