How Long Does Listerine

KALEIDOSCOPE 10 - Conclusion?

Gabriel smiled at mo 'goodbye, closed the door behind him step by step and kept walking. D *** A *** reread the last sentence he had written, and then laid down his pen and looked toward the door where his nephew Gabriel had just left.
"Keep smiling son," he said.
Finish.

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At the end we are at home. Passed
; deleterious day, starting from the funeral, few people, some family and some colleagues uncomfortable, it can be well say that they came more for themselves than anything else, the self-imposed form of morality .... nothing wrong, after all, was how the implementation of a corporate strategy: functional to achieve its objective, it does not matter that it was some kind of financial transaction, or rather (as in this case) the possibility of blissful sleep tonight ..... fulfill a social role conventionally made them feel some better, even now they had made useful to the company / companies.
I watched them while they were lining up to extend my condolences to Gabri, employees seemed to me that they were going to have a punch, but I could not tell me nothing .... in truth I was not very different from them, I was there to perform a function.
Gabriel was still very shaken, on the other hand he had found the body of his father, Michele .... apparently a heart attack. The next day had past history do not know what to write for the death of his father, to me seemed a good idea, even though the story seemed to me un'indigesta and heavy jumble of thoughts without rhyme or reason, but this off she would not confess even under torture.
Every now and then touched her hand, he turned and tried to smile, his eyes were shiny, his hair soft, and embraced him during his funeral bouquet teased my imagination, I had an erection .... Eros and Thanatos .... no, I was not different from those other people .....


I leave the bathroom, he's lying in his underwear, clapping him on the mattress, a few moments and we find ourselves naked on the bed, I savor a kiss, I close my eyes, I remember our first kiss that night in a farm ...



There was a concert by a friend of mine, someone had submitted a part of me shuddered ... his smile had dissolved the world around me and I revel in uneven perceptions "Back-Luke" I was only able to say that the language seemed to stumble on every syllable.
I, terrified, upset, I wanted to steal that smile and hold it in your pocket to be able to gaze furtively wherever I went.
During the concert I did not see more, lost in the crowd of people dancing. A few beers later I had lost hope to meet him again, a bit 'sadly I was heading to the fields to piss.
The lights of the farmhouse behind me, music is now weak.
lying on the grass I see a shadow, sometimes dissipated from a solid color .... cadenced fire, it almost seems to have its own rhythm.
The shadow slowly turns and smiles at me
"Want a hit?" eyes were accustomed to the darkness, I admit, he is the man as he turned I saw her smile so blooming in the moonlight, I remember thinking at the flowers that bloom in the evening. I sit beside him, talking for a while ', our faces are close, I can feel the caress of his breath on my neck when he turns to me. The lips are close slowly. The kiss. Suddenly I feel all over again, the wet grass beneath me, the rustle of clothes, the faint smell of beer in his kiss. It was a kiss dirt. The most savored with a taste for this. We detach slowly. I get close to his ear and whisper: "I have stolen a breath, but you can resume whenever you want," she laughs, looks at me incomprehensible, "Look who I want it back with interest ...."
I take one of his hands in mine and me to his lips. The moonlight illuminates small ink smudging. He notices my eyes .... "Sperm is" he laughs, I remain somewhat perplexed .... "The ink is the sperm of the writers ".... Perhaps this time is the right one .... is my last thought, then I let my hands continue their scavenger hunt ...





... mumble creaking of the bed, then a fire inside, his back in an arc voltage, I rise on him, the body is sweating, my muscles contract before relaxing as a wave after the transition, I lay me down softly, our fingers are intertwined.
Gabriel gets astride me, her sheets writhing on the ground in a bad way; clothes scattered around the room seem to trace the steps of a broken frozen choreography at its finest ... a deeper breath, I am on the chest. Yes
was just a fucking twelve-tone.
He bends to kiss me, I passed a hand on his chest, his fingers dripping watch "How many people have abortions spreading throughout This special?" ride enough to get us two or three novels I would say "we hug .... the light veil of his beard tickles my forehead, his novels m'invischiano the body .... is just right before I fall asleep ....