wet my face with cold water not properly. I fixed stupid in the mirror for a few seconds before I realized that I do not want to dry your face. I left the window open. The skylight for accuracy. And 'big enough to fit inside my head, wanting. I climb on the sink, pretending to ignore that will be difficult to hold all my weight. But I do the same. With his face dripping with water that I was already wet neck and shirt. I put my head out. The roof. The tiles an inch from my nose. The gray sky and other houses. I never felt watching my way from this point of view. And 'as if for the first time I see her. A fine drizzle that I pat her head. Will not last long. Also because I want to leave. Bicycle. Faster than I can. Arrive in a random place, just inside the center. There is a wall. It may not be able to stand on it. It takes me a bit ', but instead do it. It 's all higher from here. It has stopped raining. Straight in front of me, a villa. It winds along the road for a few dozen meters. And 'old, and it's ruined. From the time. Atmospheric and chronological. E 'of dark stone. The windows are covered by large grids. But what strikes me is the door. E 'giant, is immense. How can I do not ever noticed? Posting from all the little doors of the center. Moreover, it is well decorated throughout. Carved, to be precise. Above, a pediment, the same size. And over again ... The sky. So much gray as soon as possible. And 'as if the house was put there on purpose for this afternoon, so gray nonstante the season. Actually, though, the weather changed. On a completely overcast, the sun of early June, almost summer is imposed. Then again the utter dullness. The rain. Small, thin, thin. And this sky in perpetual stasis, at least for today. I pass in front of buses and cars. A noise that does not even feel. I contemplate the house, the door and the sky as if was something I had never seen before. And in a moment I find myself down, returning to a reality which now seems untouchable. I came down with a jump unlikely. My knees will suffer a bit ', but does the same. I feel like an ice cream. The end of the day absurd oxymoron. Instinctively, I decide to go and buy a bar that I know since I was little. It is not far from where I live, and it is always the same for years. I went toward my feet and covered in a little 'hot. The roar of the machines in a symbiosis with the sky makes me feel at home. It must be said that I probably missed this. E 'was sunny for a few weeks. Beautiful, yes, but after a while 'I was fed up. I'm stupidly happy that afternoon. By that time, with these houses, these avenues. And I want to eat ice cream. Among other things, the way I've changed my mind several times about what I wanted to take. Biscuit or covered? I do not know. Do not decide until they arrive. Go for the covered, costs less. The bar, much to my surprise, has changed. E 'became double, has new tables and chairs. Even the bar has become much bigger. There is no doubt that it is improved, according to common opinion. For my fees are too snobbish. However, the owner is genitilissimo and soon I have my ice cream. I eat it on the street as if it were the most normal thing in the world, apparently in an autumn day. I sit on a bench in front of a private clinic. Lives here in front of my best friend, but I do not want to get up. I want to eat ice cream in peace. I'm hot no matter what. Maybe I should go home, I think the rain will start again. But I have not finished the ice cream, and I'm not going to move. Suddenly see a bald man in his forties. He rectangular glasses and blue shirt, he looks quite serious. I think it must be his father. Carrying on his shoulder a pink backpack. Behind him, a woman down a bit 'younger than him, almost as high a child's mother, and another, probably her sister. This goes back to his dad walking without looking back. I think the backpack is the youngest child. Her hair blacks, and tails. It reminds me of an old friend of mine. In his hand he holds a small doll, I can not make out the shape. He looks around bewildered. But happy. It 's like seeing the world around her for the first time. A
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