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selfishness, betrayal and sms

"Yesterday I did not even ask your name."
"True! Monica I'm Pleasure. "
" My pleasure Monica. You have your chart? "
" I did not understand your name ... "
"..." The

waited after the closing time for the library. We went to a coffee bar in the keeper of my favorite perfume.
Monica was twenty-five years. An academic career to be completed, and a family that could not stand. So a twenty-five normal.
She was of the place. It took me to visit some of the narrow alleys of the city. Stone steps leading up to the top, under porches full of moisture. We walked the talk and remove the stones to rain, from one topic to another with ease. The most trivial thing to say now is that it seemed we had known a life. I'll try not to tell, but unfortunately was.
I spoke at length about his political beliefs. Of its ideology. How he influenced his school choices.
went into a perfume store. It was there that resent my perfume so loved.

"This, he is my favorite perfume."
"Really? Do you think that just the other day I had tried here. I often come here. It is one of my favorite stores. I love the smells. "

she could not be the guardian of my perfume. Although the first few days he was wearing and I had heard. It would be something so obvious and banal, obvious. These things only happen in movies. If it were a movie, I would have accompanied home. We would have kissed her under the door, and then we'll forget all about Michael rose. Instead we talked for hours of my esteem for my girl, I remember talking to Monica for reasons of my love for her. It was great. I felt stupid. A look behind me, a happiness that I had instead. By Monica talked for a long time. We exchanged phone numbers and then I ran back home.
prepared a delicious dinner. Spaghetti with seafood, shrimp, and then the meat, and lots of good white wine. All for my love. I called ecstasy, I was very happy to me.

"Love Come on, come and eat with me tonight?"
"Darling I have a commitment tonight."
"The references, at least this time, please, we're not ever together."
"I can not, is a very important commitment,"
"Dai Michi please ..."
"But that can only think of you? You're a selfish bastard. Do your cocks and then demand that others are to your comfortable. I told you I'm busy and it is a very important business dinner! "
" I can not go with you? "
" ... "
" Hello ... "
" No. ... I do not like '. I salute you who are already late. "

I found myself there in my house with a dinner prepared by two. Moreover, was based tuttoa fish, and I do not like fish, but Michael liked to die.
Citofonai and condominiums upstairs. I left my dinner with them.
looked forward to the phone, as if waiting for something. I thought it would be better to betray Michael with Monica that day. Because he deserved it. I was not selfish. Especially now, after a while I had a great desire to hear Monica, I would have been hours on the phone with her talking. I should betray Michael, at least now I only regret and the consciousness that with my favorite librarian was just physical attraction. I picked up the phone to turn it off when he got a text message:

"Hey, I do not even write: With the beautiful day? ;-))"

I was smiling. I thought it was a trivial thing to write something like that to a girl, as when he was fifteen. I did not think much. I replied instinctively

"Well, I'm sorry ... But if you like 'we can also pass a lovely evening ..."

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genius, logs, library

The genius is he who has the best ideas of others. It is what it first.
not remember how I had come to express this thought. Maybe it was the feeling of mad genius that comes over me when the morning I went to my boss to ask for a week's holiday. He felt the need. A
Michael had not talked about my choice of a week off. It was the first time I took a decision without asking.

I went to her that morning. I climbed the stairs of his house. I had a great desire to see her, to be with her. I was happy. The day before that perfume had put me in a good mood.
Michael gave singing lessons, it was a good teacher. She received her students at home. From eleven in the morning until seven at night, his house was a constant coming and going of men and women of all ages.

had a incredible ear for music. He knew that other great grasp nuances escaped. He had a melodious voice and fantastic.
We had met some years before at a concert of mutual friends. She, in fact, was the teacher of singing of frontman group. The entire audience at the end of the evening was in total ecstasy as they played, except you. I was intrigued. I went over and started talking about music, vocal technique and a thousand other topics. He told me he taught singing, gave private lessons in her home. I took an appointment for the next day.

That was the best lesson ever made in my life.
I climbed the stairs of his house with the same desire to see the first time. I wanted to cancel all her appointments of the week, take the car away and go away.

"Hello Love"
"Why are not you at work?"
"I asked a week's holiday?"
"Why?"
"I went"
"Why did you come here?"
"I went"
"I have an appointment in half an hour I prepare"
"Annullalo from, we're a bit 'together'
" It is important, it is working "
"Dai Michi, please. Let's go for a trip "
" Where would we? Please dear, come back tonight now I have to prepare lessons and then start "
" Ok "
" Hello "
" Hello "

All poetry was over. My desire for her had disappeared suddenly. I had not even asked to drink a coffee together, and mocha was on fire. I felt empty and I imagined that she took notes on his agenda always dense. I should call it a week before they can hope for in a vacation with her. We should plan together.
The bar at fifty miles from home waiting for me.
While I sipped my beer, I waited anxiously for the arrival of my perfume. I waited for hours, but never arrived. It seemed that all I had left. All that was joy, it was over.
I was the shadow of myself at that bar. Without a place to think. He might as well stay in office then.
I thought so, I thought that book Tondelli, I thought the smell of the sea in Holland heard the day before.

I had to go find it. Where
was over my genius? I just had an idea to get out of the lawless one who had created around me.
I was desperate for an idea, I had to find something.
The sea of \u200b\u200bHolland.
a week off.
Amsterdam.
my car ready to travel.
No, this idea was too hobbled. And then it took money that I had not.
The sea of \u200b\u200bHolland.
Its scent.
a week off.
Research.
walked, holding the nostrils ready to suffer, to suffer. I entered all the shops hoping to find there.

"Need a hand?"
"I'm just giving a look books. What you have to Tondelli? "
" Week-end post-modern, Rimini, Other libertines. But I believe if you follow me I'll show you where they are "
" Can you give me no problem "
" Ok, still looking. The books are here Tondelli "
" You like? "
" Actually I never read. I have other tastes "
" What is your favorite book? "
" I've read so many being here, I do not know "
" Listen, if I go back tomorrow, same time, you make me have a list with your favorite books and Then I choose what to take. I have a week off, will have to deal in some way. Would you like '? Look, I come back tomorrow "
'Go well, I'll wait tomorrow

I had not even asked his name. I would have done the next day. When I would go back there.

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Marlon Brando and the smell

After the first taste I was totally engrossed. I could not live without. What the hell was I jumped in head that day? I had never experienced anything like it. Trapped inside my morality imposed by a thousand years of teaching and catechesis.
I was too tired in the morning was always the same. I was tired of that life so schematic, so anarchic equal to itself after the second second. I lacked the courage though. I could not change those patterns that I have always kept close to my country, to the social security tax free at the time of my baptism.
So after that first taste I was completely hooked. The taste and slight bitterness inside me. Winning the blood in his veins, that flavor is making his way to my senses. The cold air came from inside the window while driving on that road. I had never found the road so free. I felt like I made the right choice.
After an hour in the office I decided to go home. Without a real reason. I had left the interpretation of my strange dream. I thought so, every night I dream of something new, and I could not spend my life trying to understand all. It would be like trying to understand the woman who was with me. Impossible. Just
she thought at this time. Theoretically should have been at home. Theoretically. No thought went into the surprise of my head. A little 'I have it for fear of a surprise, a little' because I had no desire to even hear her. His immortal gray I was almost completely absorbed.
lied to myself, work, love. All so beautiful, so perfect. Everything simply equal to average desire of every Italian ISTAT respectable.
just do not want to tell the same story where I, a prey to the desire for freedom and re-appropriation of I ran my mind from everything and everyone, fleeing to India and married to a beautiful girl and by two sons before escaping from her and then also do the same thing in three other continents of the world, only to die with fifteen illegitimate children by maintained between courts and prisons. That is the life of Marlon Brando. I do not want to tell you a story unlikely or unreal.
just that I can not say that after the first taste I was totally engrossed. It was fantastic that time.
absolutely did not want to go to Michael (as he called it "my" woman). The idea of \u200b\u200bher with another one in a bed had something fascinating. A kind of liberation. My pride, however, does not think like me. And then go to her to do what? Camp thousand apologies, thousands of lies to tell her why I was not at work. No, it was exactly the opposite of what I wanted to do.
I stopped at a tobacco store to buy a package of cigars. Normally I do not smoke, but the cigars relax me. So then I went on my way, I honestly did not even know where I was carrying. When I got downstairs I heard a bout of schizophrenia. Not even dropped out of the car. Ingranai the first and again immediately. Without thinking of doing the right thing or wrong. Only I left. Exactly fifty kilometers later, I stopped at a bar. I did not want to do strange encounters that day. And that's where I tasted for the first time. I felt

strong in a new perfume. He came from behind me.

I imagined. High, blackberry, curly hair, fair complexion excuse. Scent of the sea, smell good.
I let my head traveling with her. He must surely be beautiful, I thought as I sipped my beer. But I wanted to run. I did not want to break that great design that I had built with so much effort into my head.
I would have shot with style. I'd looked into her eyes and I said that I was dependent on its scent. I would have asked him not to say anything. I would have looked into his eyes. I would give her a kiss from the movie, and we'd go to his house to make love to destroy the soul. Except that these things happen Only in the movies. Maybe a movie with Marlon Brando.
Another beer, and the smell more sweet, always on my back. He spoke, he was reading a book. He was probably studying. There were no schools or universities nearby. Then retraced my design.

A woman of culture.

The idea of \u200b\u200bmaking love with her became even more exciting.

Solo, still did not turn around. I wonder if she thought the same thing. I began to count, trying to make me courage. I was about to turn. I got up.

I went out and smoked a cigar. The smell of cigar
trying to ruin what I had done my taste. From the bar came out of two girls. Not I can say they were beautiful. I can not say they were ugly. They were two girls. They talked among themselves, with a smile that girls, when they talk among themselves of their business.
I did not hear the scent, they could not be the primary drug of my own.
I went back into the bar, trying not to look around, I did not see her face.
I paid my bill.
The next day I would return there again.