Monday, October 26, 2009

The lady who was looking for her party - Chapter 3 The morning after

The light of the sun entered trough the balcony of the bedroom, a ray touched Isabel eyes as she moved into the coats.
Her movements were slow as she opened her eyes.The guy was there into her bed.The eyes closed,the mouth slightly opened in a little snore, he had a line in the middle of his chin.
She tought how many times she had loved that little spot,covered by beard sometimes.
She moved among the coats to hug him, kissing slowly his right cheek, he opened his eyes as if she had gifted him the breathe of life back:
"Hey hun"
Isabel tought on how words get softer and easier after making love."Hey guy"
She moved her left leg up his body hugging him, and he took her thigh in his hand as for caging her.
The two went out, she loved the sea and he knew it, so that in the few calm moments of his time mood, they went to see the spot were the sun fall down the sea at west, and the earth seem eat every ray of light so fast.

They were nearby to enter in an old bar, while the wind was getting fast and seemed move away all the bad toughts.
"Do you know what is a road ?"
"Is a challenge every day ": Isabel answered prompt to the guy
"I will kill you with my love one day, you know?" the guy wishpered it in her left ear, looking a man in the bar sleeping on a chair.
Isabel mouth's corners moved up as in a bitter laugh, she tought how funny was life and how deep the idea every human being has to be the center of the world.Her black long hair moved on her shoulder as she rotates her neck towards the window.The guy was amazed by her beauty, her deep lips, coloured as the peach flowers, her eyes lightly brown so full of life to scare the world, her skin smooth so delicate that it was possible to see the map of her veins around the eyes.
Isabel started to sing looking to the wind that was arriving from the ocean beating the sea and moving as a kid in a moment of rage.Trough the window of the bar she could see a little ship in the pain of the tempest, for a minute she prayed God to leave that ship alive or to do that agony faster.Someone up the clouds heard her words and all the sudden, a ray of light came out, the ship found back the road as she stopped to sing.

"You know we can decide to be the sea, the wind or the ship but someone always will take the final decision and we can just move in the rage as the sea, breathe as the wind or begging to not end up in little pieces as she ship.
Do you think all this will ever mean something for the world? "


The guy ended his beer lost in the words he had more will to have some fun than to listen to her hope:
" I think you need just rest your brain".
Isabel moves her eyes toward the ones of the guy, she looked at a piece of foam of the beer on his mouth:
"I know you will kill someone, maybe me but surely you will kill yourself".
She took his hand standing up in front of him, while her blue skirts danced around her legs.
She was too much elegant for a bar on the seaside.She brought the guy out of the bar, walking in the middle of the little mass of people who were watching a soccer match on tv.
They were out.
The guy coughed as the wind beat him.
Isabel exploded in a laugh:
"Cover yourself or the wind will throw you in the sea".

Friday, October 23, 2009

The lady who was looking for her party - Chapter 2 A nightmare in the night

The day of the party arrived and Isabel was nervous.
She had to dress with a black elegant suit, as an accurate cool lady, the laces of the corset were too much large, or maybe she was too much thin.She took a necklace from the mess inside her wardrobe, one with white pearls.
It was an old gift of her gramma, the pearls were cold and she trembles feeling them on her skin, trying to close fast the necklace.
Looking at her diaphane face in the mirror,she tought it was funny choosing pearls, the tradition wanted that they meant cries and it was the day of her 18 y.o. birthday an important step for any girl in the South Italy.
- "ISAAAAAAAAAAAAA move on "!!!!!!!!!-
The mum called back the door Isabel felt as in a trial, she wanted disappear, she did not see nothing to party, her dreams were far, her life was annoing.
She hated her body, her toughts, the sillyness of her will to move away, to be an indipendent woman, to find two arms to hug in the nights of bad dreams.
-! I arrive mummy, give me 5 minute of peace !!!!!!"-
-" Peace?? Everyone is going to arrive here, what the hell!"
The mum knocked the door with strenght as that the door trembled
Isabel opened the door with one movement, as her mum was nearby to fall in her arms.
- "Here is the stranger not invited to the party"-
-"Stop to joke silly girl !! "
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Isabel waked up from the bed, her breathe was so full of pain her hands sweatings, she looked nearby her pillow, the guy was sleeping peacefully.She waked up from the bed, and entered the kitchen walking on the point of her feet.
Opening the fridge she took a bottle of wine, she opened it drinking that poison down fast, counting until ten, it was her way to put all her pains down.The poison was fast to confuse her mind, she walked toward the window and remained there to watch the sky, there was nothing up there and nothing in her mind.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Chapter 1 - The lady who was looking for her party

Sometimes, we spend the whole life to find the mathematical solution that can assure us the best life, the best job, the best day for being able to do the thing X and to realize the project Y...
Isabel wanted just die in the lake of her blood, praying it would have been fast.
The life had punished her, without no apparent reasons, and she had no more the inner strength to fight, she looked up to the sky , astonished to be still able to recognize the different color of clouds, while the time seemed eternal.
The same life she lived so intensively, running through the breathes of many people.
The same road she had done taking many hands, gifting many smiles, as for a strange mission, whose end you never know, but you feel inside there must be a line, the knowledge that let you feel how is possible that the diamonds and the glasses at the end will finish separated.
The same life which brings you to hear the rustle of the days that pass between the hairs, without let you feel the wishper of the wind, and you have always an inner sensation that beats and cuddles you with an intensity stated by the sound of the days moving as .Someone calls it " fear of life" or "fear of die",Isabel called it"the research of my party"a place where you can be comfy, and feel that your eyes will always find the same light for whatever they will look.
She had never had the hope to die so old, 85 years passed, flied as the water falling down a cascade.
She smiled up without clue if someone was around her bed... suddenly someone aarrived:"Mrs Roca! Mrs Roca!"The steps were fast, one person two persons three persons.Anyone around her, touching her body, moving machines, covering her mouth from blood,"Fast! Fast!"Isabel Roca was in a hospital, it was not yet her time to go.

Thursday, October 8, 2009