When I got home Mary was already in bed.
I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbed a beer and sat in the balcony.
lit a cigarette.
I lived in a studio apartment on the 47th, the 6th floor of a building just on the road.
But the view from there I did not mind. It was relaxing. The city was so quiet up there. It seemed that everything was governed by an order, that all this chaos, the down had a plan that made sure not to blow up the gears of that great system of which we were all a part, voluntarily or not, all in one circle, As the streets were different that each of us would travel every day, who would choose ... My
might have led to an impasse, but I could not do anything else.
Everyone was aware of the risks he was doing what he did, or at least should. Me and Jimmy that Jack that Mark and the whole gang that ran through a back favors, accounts, bribes, lots sold and snorted cocaine, promises, lies and half truths, knew or at least imagined what could have happened at any moment.
The fact was, we would be ready?
I had many doubts but I had already made my promise. Jack had to die.
Basically it was my fault. It was a mole.
In our jargon, a mole is the "blind". What makes a blind eye (but see and how) and then says, tells people who should not.
In our world the moles are a bad end, and the world began to end with the tongue cut to the ground. It 's a message. A message for those who will come to those who want to try.
thoughts were groped and many drown in the beer and the smoke faded was a vain undertaking.
But suddenly I stopped, suddenly. They were the hands of
Mary, on my back. His fingers glided over my skin to the waist and then up on the neck and blend into the hair.
"Come to bed with me," I whispered in his ear ...
I broke my problems nel sudore, ma solo per un po'...
Quando Mary ormai si era addormentata nel letto ancora nuda mi alzai e mi rivestii. Sapevo che dovevo muovermi.
Ma quando tolsi il giubbotto dal letto che le copriva i piedi si svegliò.
"Dove vai"
"Devo uscire"
"Ma dove?"
"Vado a fare due passi, torno con la colazione"
Mi guardò per un attimo fisso negli occhi, l'avrebbe capito anche un cieco...
" Nox , dove devi andare"
La guardai senza risponderle
"Rimani a dormire con me, non andare"
"Devo"
"Devi cosa, eh? Sparire per riapparire chissà quando? E credi che riuscirei a dormire pensando a cosa potresti fare o peggio yet what could happen to you? "
" I told you that toner with the breakfast
"No you're not coming with breakfast! Returned a few days later ... and at best you'll have the usual hole with bullet cucirai in the tub full of red water that overflows on the floor. A bit ', you think it normal? "
" I do not think I ever said that you would be a' normal 'person, but apparently it did not cause any problems you have, until now, "
" The fact that me tell you now not to say that the thing I've ever touched! Do you think peaceful sleep thinking about you that you stand around somewhere, buried in some kind of Christian, in the hope that the phone non squilli e mi senta dire 'signora James lei vive con un certo Nill Oxon ??? No perchè l'abbiamo appena ritrovato a pezzi nel fiume se può venire per l'identificazione ci farebbe risparmiare tempo!!!!'" Esplose in una crisi di pianto
" Ei ei , calma, calma" L'abbracciai "Calma, ok...sono qui , è tutto ok..."
"Non voglio aspettare invano che qualcuno torni mentre invece non può tornare..."
"Ma tu non devi aspettare qualcuno, devi solo aspettare me...per la colazione"
"Lo sai che non è così..."
" Mary , io sono what they are. Some time ago I made choices and those choices affected my life. I do not know if I would do the same thing, it's been many years now, but I can not do anything else. And I can not do anything else. But I tell you one thing: whatever happens, I will return here, I promise you, do not wait in vain ... trust me. "
I kissed her and went out.
I went into the box, taken from the dashboard of my car gauge.
climbed the muffler and headed for the Mama Dance.
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