[ Author: boulders ]
"Back here."
Di New? I've never seen this place.
I looked around. I had followed the two boys in the ball without giving them much thought. But now that I was in. I had the feeling of having done something unwise. I was in a huge room with high ceiling. Marble columns holding up the ceiling painted. I looked up to see the fresco: a crystal light between tongues of fire.
"Finally, here again," repeated the woman who stood before me. He was in his sixties and I knew immediately that it was her. I chased the men were on the side, one right and one left. Behind there were dozens of people were standing in silence staring at me.
"I was waiting for HIM. It 'time to find the light, "said Fabienne," you bring the book? "
I touched the pocket of his jeans to verify their presence in a trance. Then a door opened and he entered. It was like I had seen him in a dream. He approached me with sure-footed as if we could see perfectly. He removed his glasses to reveal her blindness and smiling said:
"It was time for me to return to us."
I finally found the strength to speak
"Who are you? What do you want from me? "
Fabienne exchanged a fleeting glance with the two boys. The man approached even closer to me and laid his hand on my shoulder. I wished I remove it, but in some modo mi trasferiva calma e serenità.
“Non ti ricordi di noi?”
Scossi la testa. La sua voce aveva un suono ipnotico, come il tocco della sua mano.
Fabienne si avvicinò a sua volta, mi prese per mano e mi disse:
“Davvero non ricordi?”
La voce di Fabienne ruppe l’incantesimo del cieco, mi scossi e mi scansai da entrambi ponendo una distanza tra me e loro.
“Ricordare cosa? Io so solo che mi state perseguitando. Nei sogni, di notte, di giorno. Non riesco più a dormire, non distinguo più il sonno dalla veglia. Cosa mi avete fatto?”
Fabienne tentò di avvicinarsi, ma l’uomo la fermò con la mano e disse:
“Ricordi when we met for the first time? "
I tried a case to answer:
" edge of the bar of the Truce. "
The man seemed surprised
" No, the bar at the marina. "
" I do not know What are you talking about, do not know any of the marina bar! "
" You're wrong, "the man continued," I fixed with Fabienne. Have you talked to her. And when she's gone, I have spoken. Do you remember? "
I remained silent. I thought the dream with Denise and I ventured back a response:
"Denise went to that bar. Not me. She spoke with Fabienne drop everything to tell you who did not want Read more of you ... "I noticed that
Fabienne stared at me with a strange expression on his face. The man pulled back his dark glasses and said
"Do not waste any more time. Proceed! "
The two boys approached me and grabbed me by the arms.
"Let me ... let me ..." I screamed to the top of his body. Fabienne
Then I looked at him and threw up all the charges that came to mind:
"It was you! It 's all your fault. "
And with that look of contempt he could not see the man said:
" You killed Denise, you have killed my son. "
I felt the tears that were peep.
"Honey," said Fabienne, coming next, "the child we talked several times. Or he or you ... "
" What the hell do I come. You murdered Denise! "
Fabienne I took her arm firmly and brought me in front of a mirror.
I saw my reflection in the long curly hair that blacks and I fell over his eyes. Then I heard the voice of Fabienne:
"Honey, you're alive."
He paused and added:
"Are you Denise."
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