Since the total lack of desire was also added to the fever (clever outlet in June), I expect that books will remain closed sharply today.
The Long And Winding Road
According to Chapter
Do let me down
Do not let me down, do not let me down
Do not let me down, do not let me down
"Where's the money?" cried Matilda for second time, his head wrapped in a towel and fresh nail polish on the toenails. Receiving no answer she decided to go back to the source, opening the door of the room Constance take care to not knock.
"Are you deaf?" Churches being planted by the voice of Ella Fitzgerald from the gramophone that his sister had taken from her grandparents' house last Christmas. Matilda was much more progressive than her but he had left to do, only to discover the sound power of what she still called the "contraption" and regret not having stopped Constance.
I do not know, I think in the drawer in the kitchen, "said absently, admitting that he had heard the application and have been too distracted to respond. With the same delicacy with which it had appeared, Matilde disappeared downstairs, trying to raise money and Tuna phone to call and tell him to say to Amber to bring other beers for the evening.
"Summertime and the livin 'is easy" She sang from the gramophone, while Constance closed the door again to avoid the controversy that would have arisen between the phone and her sister Amber soon. " Fish are jumpin and the cotton is high" treading murmured the voice of Fitzgerald. His sister did not like his musical tastes, and sometimes Constance thought it was so because, in fact, Matilda could not conceive of anything that came out of the box that you drew for himself and which imposes on others.
"Amber brings us another case of beer," he announced peeping from the doorway. Constance nodded meekly, comb glided through my hair still wet fast, and she felt stunned, partly because of the hot shower and just made in part for the incense that was lit on the notes of Summertime.
Matilda remained stops there, the door frame, lost to her sister and watch his moves like a cat when they wake up, especially with that languor which laziness and who does not have any hurry in life.
"Oh, your daddy is rich and your but is good lookin '" sang two women and Matilde decided to enter the room, jumping on the bed with her hair still wrapped nell'asciugamano.
Constance was not particularly in tune, too slow in the attacks, but that song sang by God according to Matilda, because it seemed perfectly sewn on her, with that slow and calm and soothing tone that Constance that sometimes reserved to itself and its desires, rather than to others.
was the portrait of their family, a father who guarantees you everything that you want and a mother who made you beautiful without any effort, but she forgot to teach you how to live and how you're the world ; as to be protected from the ugliness that scratch the innocence of all persons with the age of awareness.
'So hush little baby, do not you cry " went on the song and improvised a slow Costanza with his crutch who was holding her dress for that night. Matilda looked at her with an ironic expression, secretly moved by his manner, by the persistence with which he tried to tame the helplessness of their parents. He had often seen crying when he knew, dosava sparingly even tears. At first confident and then aware of its limits and disregard of others. It stood a barrier of sorts between Constance and the world kept everyone away, with extreme politeness, but without conceding too much to another. Matilda has always tried to break down that barrier, to stretch their hands and ask for more from the rest of the world, proposing an exchange, was put on sale as much as she was willing to buy, just to get away from his side of the fence. Constance was the exact opposite. "One of These Mornings
're goin 'to rise up singing" She went and Matilda had always had the impression that those words had stolen the Constance and segregated from somewhere within him, mistaking him for a promise believe that sometimes, just to keep from going into the abyss of cynicism, which helps you to live in the world but the soul withers. "Then you'll spread your wings, and you'll take the sky-" Matilda then deliberately decided to turn the darn thing.
"Well?" Sighed her sister, pulling the brush.
"When you were little I used to sing this song to you."
"No Ilde mother was" rebuked the Constance with maximum safety and a hint of pride in his voice. Matilda smiled because it was true. Their mother for a time a woman had been serene, if not happy and always singing something around the house when he returned from work. Was you both to get used to living surrounded by music constantly. Whatever you did in fact, had always known on which bounced.
Alessio Brandi joke every now and then, back when he still want to laugh a little, 'and he said to his wife Matilde and Constance were walking on a staff, on tiptoe, and then Constance was the key Matilda and the violin clef .
"Tonight She nothing 'notice most, getting up from bed to go to get dressed.
"Lawrence will perform a personal concert?" took it around the other, fiddling with the gramophone to do it again. The smile of Matilda hid just annoying.
I do not think that will "finally proclaimed apocalyptic in tone, in a caricature of itself.
'E' your problem, "said Constance in a low voice, unheard by Matilda. "Speak always in the place of" shore up the finished disc. She retained the original from where it left off. "But till That morning, there is a nothin ' can harm you, with daddy and mammy standin 'by ... "
She was laughing, suddenly, at the end of the song, remembering a stupid game that their father had invented.
clef and F clef.
° ° °
Nobody ever loved me like she does
Oh, she does, yeah, she does
And if somebody loved me like she do me
Oh, she do me, yes, she does
Do not let me down, do not let me down
Do not let me down, do not let me down
Amber entered the house Brandi - Ferretti dialing intercom to a Mozart sonata with obvious contamination punk-rock, railing against Matilde once the door was opened. Behind him came after her, Mark, pretending to find the one scenario perfectly normal: his girlfriend prey to the fury of Furies, Matilde half naked pretending to respond in kind with a toothbrush in the mouth and the two cases of beer abandoned in the lobby, under the nose of the goalkeeper, because Amber had decided that it was a matter of principle and respect for trade union rights of employees.
"It means that you are employed by Matilde?" He asked her quietly in the elevator. Amber had pulled an elbow full of love.
"For now, yes, take turns," explained her aware that their turn lasted more than Matilda. But even so, was fine, because Amber had a good memory and believed in loyalty, then he would never forget the time that Matilda had gone through all of Rome in the rain on a motorbike after the call insistence that he had made following the betrayal of Mark.
"Your sister?" He asked, rather than behind her Matilda, Marco - the faithless - looking around to do some 'lost.
Brandi House - Ferretti was immaculate in its symmetrical order, each had its own place, looked a bit 'in awe. The only hints of color, stains of life, in that huge operating room were traces of Matilda, the signs of his disorder and his confusion was diminishing the icy beauty of the architectural library in the lounge, the refrigerator in the kitchen, the door-window in the bedroom of the two sisters. Matilda was the only one to live that house, after all, and nobody seemed to realize it.
"In the kitchen," Matilde informed him spitting out the toothpaste back in the move from the bathroom.
Amber was at ease there, with the terrible time he had lost the feeling of something to mess with one breath. Perhaps because he had never visited that place in the presence of hosts. A well see no one had ever had the privilege of a party outside of the usual, but where there was little time and little intellectual ability to understand the sensitivity of certain details, without violating the intention and sincere curiosity secrets and the peculiarities of life of those living in a house.
Matilda did not hide anything about himself, let it all around, lying on each piece of furniture, unknowingly putting on display what he had available, occupying all space, leaving imprints of his own presence because everyone would notice. Mark stumbled on to this case of his classical guitar in the corner of the corridor.
Constance there was no sign or shadow. Guardian of its effects, taken as relics of his successes and his interests in his room, the last of the corridor, facing the rear courtyard of the building, hidden from view by a curtain-nothing of the curious who lift his eyes from the sidewalk taking out the dog. To really find something that belonged to Constance, to the world of its suffering and its importance, you had to know where it was. The rest, all visible at first sight on the shelves of his library, on the table of studies on the door next to the stereo-cd, it was just the surface, a glimpse of the main dish, the chef's secret.
"Hello Altavilla" Mark greeted her, leaning in the kitchen with a friendly smile and a little 'cautious.
Constance was standing on a chair in an attempt to reach the last cocktail glass in the back of the cupboard. He looked down to say goodbye to that voice that he would prefer not to hear, and in meeting the features of Mark's lips softened into a smile a bit ' languid and a bit 'evanescent, almost distracted.
"How are questions and offers? He asked, taking another chair and finishing the job for you. Constance took the glass that was holding out, snorting a strand of hair too. "I found the balance point," replied the down jalopy with his usual grace, without a sound. Marco instead brought the chair in place of the dead waking sleep.
Amber and Matilda burst into the room at that exact moment and with a wink and chose to ignore the strange messages that the two were exchanging. "Stuff by brainy economists" was the label that had chosen for the talks taking place between the two. Matilda for all I knew was certain that the intersection between the demand curve and supply curve lying on her neck, cruelly crushed, beheaded or imagined betrayal by a budget line, now cross between the two without announcing anything, treacherous . Constance shook her head and ordered him to leave in peace, to go elsewhere to bask in their ignorance and unwillingness to know the new. Matilde grumbled a bit 'but then left her in peace.
"Well Marco replied a bit 'awkward, unaware of the presence of the other two. Constance slipped out from the explanations with a nod of the head, receding like her, put his glass on the tray next to the others and took him in the living room, floating just below the weight, in absolute silence.
The same silence that had enveloped the secret of that thought. Those two months spent in hiding with Mark were the only pleasant memory of a human touch. But it was good that we did not know.
° ° °
And from the first time that she really done me
Oh, she done me, she done me good
I guess nobody ever really done me
Oh, she done me, she done me good
Don't let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me let down
Can you dig it? Do not let me down
When Lawrence made his entrance in a delay drastically natural and not at all calculated, the home of Matilda already hosted three quarters of the faculty of sociology a few scattered soul and carefully selected from among students of Costanza economy of its course, and posted a long list of friends and friends do not exist, then no one noticed his arrival along with the other until Strummer did not go bang against the floor lamp in the corner of the salon.
Matilda came prepared for the worst, and the relief of finding intact his mother's favorite lamp went completely wasted as soon as next to a genuinely distressed Strummer, saw the profile of Lorenzo, very busy in a discussion with someone.
"You're up early," took him around, forcing him to turn his attention on her. In turn
Lorenzo already knew to be trapped, but he showed no sign of surprise or concern. Matilda's point their eyes on him, a tactic that had always worked with his father, who was a request or it was an accusation.
Accustomed to looking down to a forgetful parent burdened by guilt, Matilda discovered not to be totally unable to manage his eyes fleeting Lorenzo, who, when he wanted, perched everywhere except in those of his party. All mixed up with that air of nonchalance typical of their owner, who never shows any sign of discomfort or unease, as of little interest or momentary impatience.
"I had run out of beer at home," said showing her the bottle in his hand. But her lips formed a smile that bore a certain affection behind the folds of his sarcasm. It was as if they were playing again in a game only they knew the rules and made it private in the eyes of everyone else. Matilda tried not to give the invitation to remain firm on its position, above him, on the tips of its security in itself, in the wake of the sustained tone with which she spoke. We really tried in all ways.
"Hey Mati, like-" he tried to intervene Strummer keeping as far away from the lamp.
"Very well, thank you, "snapped Matilde without waiting for her to finish the sentence, then turned back on them, but not before throwing a piercing gaze and full of threats of revenge in Lawrence, each betraying his intention to ignore it or make him feel very least as a mat on the landing of a reception center.
Strummer followed the sway of his feet on the pegs summer, shaking his head.
"It will be the charm of the artist, Lorenzo," he murmured in a low voice, stealing beer and taking a generous sip. Do not give it back. "... Because the rest are a true idiot, with women" he concluded, taking the bottle away to unknown shores.
° ° °
I'm in love for the first time
Do not you know it's gonna last
It's a love that lasts forever
It's a love that Had No Past
Do not let me down, do not let me down
Do not let me down, do not let me down
[Do not let me down - Beatles]
"I hate," cried Matilda three rooms away and slammed the ' wardrobe door of his parents.
'Idiot' went on, puffing and dropping the chair next to the chest, just above the pile of linen shirts of his mother that morning stretched from Sofia. "It 's really an asshole. I had finished the beers at home ! But you die, you idiot. "
At that point Mark found it impossible to focus even further, with a sigh and withdrew his hand from under the shirt of Amber.
"Mati, you had to put it into account," replied inexplicable patience with Amber, as she stood up out of bed, completely ignoring the frustration of her boyfriend.
"Why do not you find another?" Suggested Mark, considering much more practical than the other two. Amber looked at him as if he had cursed in church and shook his head.
"Why do not want another. She wants to Lorenzo. "
"And he does not want it, so it's a waste of time. And while you waste time, my love, we lose ourselves. Like now. Matilde Sorry, nothing personal, "
" It is true that he does not want me! Otherwise why would come here tonight? "Asked Matilda sincerely distraught, opening the closet looking for something else to get him. The evening had started badly, had needed to turn the page.
"Why did not more beers at home."
Apart from the groans with which Matilda melodramatic slumped on the floor, the room fell silent. Mark carefully avoided to meet the gaze of his girlfriend, so try not to turn into stone, a pig or a pile of manure in there thirty seconds.
"Matilda, darling. Get up, get the purple shirt there-no, not that of the other. Here, retouched a little 'make-up, go back there and tell him everything about him. Now that he's still sober, otherwise it will have an excuse not to remember anything. "
Matilda took off the dress by throwing on the bed, and Mark thought that if he got out alive from that evening would be a confirmation step immortality.
"What would you say?" Continued Amber, very taken by his training. Matilda thought about it, but then become distracted by the mirror.
'E' bra, the straps are seen too "suggested the other, lighting a cigarette in the room of parents of Matilda. Mark jumped up exasperated when Matilde opened the drawer of his mother's underwear.
"What I love?"
"I'm going to make me a around, "almost screamed, leaving the room pitch martial and soaking in the crowd of people in the lounge.
"No, too direct" Amber mused, gesturing to Marco, who would join him later.
"And then maybe do not love him. I wish only to him. "
"So I said, Mark. When I heard that betrayed me I thought I'd kill him, but then I thought that I would not have had any, never mean, and I felt terrible. So I have taken it. "
"... so? Do you love him? Even if you cheated? ".
Amber opened the window to let out the smell of smoke from the bedspread. The eye lost in the distant lights of the eternal city at night.
"I thought it would happen," said, shaking the ashes below. Matilda sat on the bed, looking confused slim profile of Amber. The first time they met, trapped in the secretary of the bureaucratic university students would not have bet a penny on her.
With skin so that and the white vanishing air. By the time he had stopped to think how little space in the world would someone like her, Amber had already reached the top of the line, using all its tactics. She had gone completely unnoticed. And that way had gone more than ten people, with an incredible grace. At that moment, Matilda had recognized in her a nerve and elegant trifling, and immediately liked that dichotomy that surrounded his person.
"And then he came back to me."
Matilda shook suddenly. Amber had thrown the cigarette out the window, and now looked an infinite calm in his eyes and facial features.
"He could have quit, or wait until I leave him, he could have run from that one. Instead he came back to me. At that point, I have taken over me. I think I did well, "he confessed, he reaches the door, feeling the need to look up their profile among the people in the house, and recognize it from afar, and wait for property that he felt the presence of his gaze on himself and turning did to her the nod to join him.
"Sometimes I have doubts, but most of the time I think I did well, "said lowering the handle and opening the door.
Matilde finished changing, wondering what would happen, what would have been able, if she had seen Lawrence with another girl, perhaps with a woman, after all it would have been capable of amazing seductive works of that genre.
As she tried to imagine the situation, failed to get any response. It seemed too surreal. Lorenzo was so her, despite his stubbornness to blame her in this respect, knowing it was inconceivable the idea of love with someone else.
Inconceivable.
