They said it was snowing.
There will be enough to make a snowman?, I wondered in 85, while the van asylum skated on icy roads making us bounce from one seat to another. The snow piled by the roadside was high, the window you could see only white.
What we arrived at our stop we understood from the very top of the caps under there. Sista was one of the unmistakable red wool and thick, with three top fusilli (named species pompom dangling from the side. Also was a good fork, I).
step taken since the momentum to do a cannonball. Departing from the bus, stops breathing at maximum suspension in a vacuum, as if he were guilty of the air that the lungs swell, if I got down. Fit the après fluorescent pink powder snow, poof, without feeling the impact on the ground. Contact with the gloves-Sista, direction home.
Yellow, the van slid away with the same pace that I recognized years later in gattobus Totoro . Fame, his cap with the fusilli Sista. Sci-Fi, the fabric of the gloves and snow boots. Sun, the snow is too high to be contaminated by machinery or the soles of his shoes, stood still to make walls and reflect the sky.
Away father was waiting for us. Santa next to a snowman on top of me twice, perfect, with a carrot nose and coal for eyes, teeth, hat and buttons. Perfect. When he saw us, pulled the ubiquitous cigarette from his mouth and stared at her between the teeth of the other puppet.
We entered the gate that I still had not uttered a word. So, how? "He asked. La Sista looked at us, proud of creating an accomplice.
There will be enough to make a snowman?, I wondered in 85, while the van asylum skated on icy roads making us bounce from one seat to another. The snow piled by the roadside was high, the window you could see only white.
What we arrived at our stop we understood from the very top of the caps under there. Sista was one of the unmistakable red wool and thick, with three top fusilli (named species pompom dangling from the side. Also was a good fork, I).
step taken since the momentum to do a cannonball. Departing from the bus, stops breathing at maximum suspension in a vacuum, as if he were guilty of the air that the lungs swell, if I got down. Fit the après fluorescent pink powder snow, poof, without feeling the impact on the ground. Contact with the gloves-Sista, direction home.
Yellow, the van slid away with the same pace that I recognized years later in gattobus Totoro . Fame, his cap with the fusilli Sista. Sci-Fi, the fabric of the gloves and snow boots. Sun, the snow is too high to be contaminated by machinery or the soles of his shoes, stood still to make walls and reflect the sky.
Away father was waiting for us. Santa next to a snowman on top of me twice, perfect, with a carrot nose and coal for eyes, teeth, hat and buttons. Perfect. When he saw us, pulled the ubiquitous cigarette from his mouth and stared at her between the teeth of the other puppet.
We entered the gate that I still had not uttered a word. So, how? "He asked. La Sista looked at us, proud of creating an accomplice.
was. There were no words to explain, was to take a run to give him a kick on the pink belly, because when I was out in the morning there was only snow, now was the perfect snow, and there they could say, Annalisa Leonardo to me that we played the usual games, to return immediately, they were important things going on? Mica right. The foot trembled in rage après futuristic.
Silence is not part of my code. The relatives put on alert immediately implement the contingency plan: do not feel that cold out there, it was irresponsible to make you stay here with us to work. Look, our hands are bruised (off the gloves and risking the immediate freezing of the extremities). And then, we wanted to surprise you.
useless. Anger duplicate, which was not only my brother, the perfect snow, even one that had forged my mark. It was perfect. Just a perfect big can do things like that. The totem of ice I looked down, smiling, as if to say, jump kicks, do not take me.
One of them tried a new road. Missing the most important thing, they said. The truce took
foot furiously, and slowed. What, hissed without questioning tone and eye slit.
missing name. How do you want to call it?
arms, fatigue that were crossed between the layers of t-shirt sweater coat apron, disbanded. Inhale deeply. Around on myself to see if what I ran around could be helpful. There was only snow. So, we call it! I cried.
Since then, the patriarch and his numerous descendants of snow all took the same name. Ippolito Nievo , the street behind the house.
Silence is not part of my code. The relatives put on alert immediately implement the contingency plan: do not feel that cold out there, it was irresponsible to make you stay here with us to work. Look, our hands are bruised (off the gloves and risking the immediate freezing of the extremities). And then, we wanted to surprise you.
useless. Anger duplicate, which was not only my brother, the perfect snow, even one that had forged my mark. It was perfect. Just a perfect big can do things like that. The totem of ice I looked down, smiling, as if to say, jump kicks, do not take me.
One of them tried a new road. Missing the most important thing, they said. The truce took
foot furiously, and slowed. What, hissed without questioning tone and eye slit.
missing name. How do you want to call it?
arms, fatigue that were crossed between the layers of t-shirt sweater coat apron, disbanded. Inhale deeply. Around on myself to see if what I ran around could be helpful. There was only snow. So, we call it! I cried.
Since then, the patriarch and his numerous descendants of snow all took the same name. Ippolito Nievo , the street behind the house.
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