Chikan In Bus And Train

KALEIDOSCOPE 07 - Hic et Nunc





The door is open as agreed.
I sincerely hope that it is not ... would no longer be depended on my will, I would not have had to choose, and the conditions were not those the defendants, maybe the man had changed his mind, I'd be back in the car pretending to be irritated ... she really was, but not with me, in a couple of days then would pass .- sigh-... but the door is unquestionably open and his evidence seems to accuse me of not having courage in the end she had convinced me not? ... Maybe I just think its possible reaction to my refusal, the money does not really interest me that much. Some
step is lost in a dusty silence. The door makes a feeble squeak. Stopped abruptly. The man sits and gives me back, just as he said the other, unaware of my presence, unaware of my intentions - cold sweat - and if he had heard ... the squeak I mean .... sure the other man has assured me that there would be no problems, but how can he be sure? ... And if you then suddenly turned, perhaps a trifle, perhaps to take a cassette tape player as there is on the table, or something to go to the bathroom or get a glass of water ... So, then I would scream and if and if it ran to call - First Police, help! There is an armed stranger in my house! -...?
I feel the heart beating in my throat, my heart already, that this man would stop soon ... drums into the abyss ... drumming dumb because without someone who sounds.
Just now I decided, well, she has decided for me, but, in any way to question that decision now would take a more difficult in the near future ... Leopardi ... can not decide who never returns to its decisions do not have to take yet ... maybe he was right, however now I started well and bring everything to fruition.



Michele listened to the silence and listening to the silence you feel many things: the soft creak of a door, stealthily crossing of the entrance, almost felt his breath ... the breath of the boy. He was almost ready; fixed 'Gabriel, who was smiling from his papers.
He heard a phrase "Michael ... Gabriel, who is killing you! "
Then, only then Michele smiled heartily. He heard a muffled sound ... the gun with silencer ... understatement.
Thoughts approaching death are more rapid, whirling, buzzing, crumble into a heavy rain of ideas, feelings not yet linked.
And if torn from the agony of an instant flow of time, ... last very long if that moment - stealth - I crumpled in my pocket ... and if in those thousand, one hundred and more moments that could have been but were not (or will be, if you prefer) reigned / perish the here and now incontrovertibly?
Yes, because in these fractions of a second that I'm living before I die ... monad in this time torn by time (from the rest of the time) is substantializes the here and now, only then to be able to expand indefinitely, a here and now that expands filling the infinite duration of this time is no longer a tiny portion of time, become detached from it all the time, eternity is crystallized in a stillness that can not be said that will endure as it may mean the becoming of its time, but And that 'in my time, not absolute perceived by others.
Maybe now that split, the "eternal revolutions" in shards raining down from heaven, so this is a time that is eternal here and now between life and death that is actualized the only possible immortality of the soul.
It's fun to think about his own death as he becomes conscious of the eternity of the moment you are living ... but these are only thoughts again ... So I fell like a dead body falls.



- The man is slumped on the desk in front of which sat -.
is dead ... is dead, there is no pulse: it is dead. No more of this word expresses the presence of the void. I just feel the cold, I see my body do things almost automatically, I look at everything without seeing. I raise my body down (his time) and pulled the envelope from his jacket, the one in which there are the rest of the money .. that guy was telling me that I would find there, and even though I felt was something not very sensible, the bag is real. I do look at the courage and face.
smile, smile ... I do not understand ... is, is the man who had commissioned me ... I will stop without the strength to even pronounce the name in the mind of that action which I have also had the courage (or rather, cowardice) to accomplish. Funny how sometimes the words of the things they fear most.
And that sentence? Why he asked me to pronounce that phrase before shooting?
No, I did not do it! Go, go, gotta go away! In turning round the eye falls on the sheets on the desk, the papers on which man has collapsed, the victim and instigator.
sheets are full, but there is a single sentence written obsessively repeated: "Gabriele smiles. "
Only the paper that the dead man still held in his hand looks different, this time the phrase is not repeated and there is once wrote: "Gabriel smiled again, but the smile is cracked."