Book: Give me your name. Page 2

I knew exactly what part of this fragment grazed him the first time in the garden. Since then every time I played it, it turned into my little gift, because in reality she was devoted to him. I was talking about something very beautiful in itself, and did not have to be a genius to understand this. This spurred me to challenge the extended term. Just for the sake of it.

His steely gaze always returned. One day, practicing on his guitar in the backyard, which became "my work space" as he lay in the grass nearby, I felt his gaze. He watched me, focusing on the neck, fingered the strings. But, lifting his head to check if he likes my game, I met him again: sarcastic, cruel, sparkled like the blade immediately retracted into the sheath, it was worth the sacrifice to notice. He smiled a meaningless smile in response, as if to say: "it makes No sense to talk about it now."

It would have to be a difficult neighbor. "It is better to stay away from him," so I reasoned, though even then practically fell in love with the skin on his palms, his chest, his legs: it had never touched the coarse earth. Virtually fell into his eyes. His good eye was like the miracle of the Resurrection. You would be hard long look in them, but you kept doing it, trying to figure out why.

I was tormented by the unwelcome apprehension, and soon I struck the the realization of one simple thing: with our random conversation at the railway tracks, from the beginning, before I knew it, I was trying to pull him to their side. And even then I lost.

- What to do here?
- Nothing. Wait for the end of summer.
- Then what to do there in the winter?
I smiled has not yet announced the answer. He's got a point.
- Just don't tell me to wait until the summer. Am I right?

"Goodbye!" The word, the voice, the attitude.
I've never heard anybody use "goodbye" as a farewell. It sounds harsh, sharp and dismissive. Say people who don't care whether they meet you again.

In their house "time bedtime" never comes. No rules, no supervision. Nothing! That's why he's such an obedient boy. Don't you see? There is nothing against which he could rebel.

If the youth need to bolt a canter, then someone needs to gallop.

- From the psycho I have goosebumps, ' said my aunt.
- This crazy heart of gold, - said the father.

Talk in the abstract to him was the only way to tell the truth.

- I think he's better than me, dad.
I'm sure he'd say the same thing about you, is your similar nature.

I rehearsed this loss, not only to prevent suffering, taking them in small doses, but how to make superstitious people, to be sure, if in my power to take the worst of it, not shifting the responsibility on destiny. As trained to fight at night, the soldiers, I lived in the dark so as not to be blinded when darkness really will collapse on me. Rehearsed the pain, dulling the pain. With homeopathy.

Looking back, I realized that I literally snatched the statue of Pasquino. As is my style: to throw up at the very venerable satirist of Rome.

I took a SIP from the second portion of the Martini, feeling as decadent as jazz performers: they smoke a lot, drink a lot, and always find them dead in a ditch at the end of the film.