slipped, it was already daylight, along the sunny streets that led to the country. He had left behind the cold gray cement, which not even the summer sun could warm up. He was walking deep in the first heady scent of some kind of fruit. And while his mind was filled with the colors of summer.
Along the dirt road did not meet anyone. The people, the formless mass spectra that throughout the long winter had lived in hastily city, it was all game. The world, that little world full of life, it was all at his disposal. Drops of joy and freedom they filled my heart, and time seemed to slow down.
fast The moments that had anguished over the past months, seemed now proceed to the slower pace of his beats. And his breath beat the time of his steps. Inspire. The first trees broke the monotony of the cornfields now yellowed. Small masterpieces propped green color that caressed her eyes.
He chose a more leafy senior, sat down and occupied the small profile of shadow had drawn on the lawn below. His gentle hands touched the grass, which bent for a moment, then return to their positions originrie. He caught a small daisy and he put in her hair. Reassured by the presence of so alive, her body felt cleansed. The lifeblood of the flower seemed to slowly absorb all the poisons accumulated in the past days in the city.
There was, where he arrived from his eyes, hints of human presence. The silence of those places so broad almost touched. So, sitting with her hair tousled by the breeze, he could hear the voices which until then had been ignored. Above her, hidden by the branches of the tree reassuring, birds chirping carefree. He tried to imagine the content of their speeches made flight and nests, and what she seemed to understand that language so shrill and Argentina. From a distance came to her, then, the dull hum of a few insects engaged in its daily exactmatch food. Not felt, strangely, no discomfort or fear. Only an immense respect for quell'instancabile work. A gust of wind stronger, and this time was to talk to the branches and leaves. Whispers and murmurs fresh and green that reached the ears like a beautiful melody for too long forgotten.
He lay stretched his body and pressing down on the warm soil. She closed her eyes and her skin fused with stems and roots. His hands became clods of earth and her heart quivered like the wings of a bird. A long, deep breath. It was there, right where he wanted to be. Always.
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