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"We'll see ... "

just say the word just before waking from sleep. Then he opened his eyes, smiled and walked toward the bathroom mirror. Physical

dry, high enough to avoid having put on tiptoe to touch the end of a volleyball net, eyes gray and green, topped by fierce eyebrows, dark hair and unruly.

With a quick gesture of hands, with the icy water flooded the sink every pore and wrinkle of his face. A deep breath and a last look at his eyes.

After leaving the motel room, went down to reception to pay the bill.

took from his pants pocket a bundle of banknotes, they isolated a couple of pieces, and without going into unnecessary conversation with the clerk, he paid his debt.

Outside it was a wonderful sunny day. The faces of passers-by was visibly pleased with the favorable weather conditions, yet he, even in that simple fact could produce deep ruminations and external authority to a stray cat lying on the lawn:

" my dear, you sure that you know, light hides a lot more of the dark ... its really like for these men .

He was convinced it was all a matter of awareness and attention and, because the latter was more susceptible to the many distractions in which man was the victim.

think it is more difficult than speaking. It 's more difficult to stay properties that move. And it is certainly more difficult to know how to die than living.

Today was his first day.

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hands clasped behind his head buried in the pillow. The only light present was that, from a neon outside, managed to evade the heavy curtain.
eyes were open and dilated pupils were trying improbable shapes revealed by the play of shadows.
He was lying on his bed. Everything was silent, except for his thoughts.

"It's not easy to turn a blind eye to people, be like a lot. If I only knew .. if only I had known before ... Of course we humans do its ridiculous things at times. Yet, we were like animals we are now cats, dogs, birds, and then what? We have evolved. Or rather, some argue that we evolved.
But it is strange. We only need a simple argument to understand that there has never been a real evolution of man. Why did not anyone think of that? Why did not I think of myself first? I would just happen to be aware that mess?
yet it is so simple: the man has evolved physically, his brain too, but suddenly stopped and the evolution of our minds, afraid of what would have discovered, has stopped evolving, and began to imprison its guest: homo, so called, sapiens. Why did not anyone realize that every discovery, every technological breakthrough, any progress for humanity is nothing more than a gate that encloses our true self? If only everyone knew ... Yet they see the ants and the lions! They are even visible to the seagulls and dolphins? Of course I see them, but they keep saying they are "inferior." If they only knew!
From tomorrow I'll decide which shades to play the days of my life. Life?! Mh, I should find another term ... "

While the dots came from his lips, his eyes were closed. Now really slept.

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Basta.
That evening he'd had enough.
knew that you were reading in real time what was happening to him and he knew that you were sharing with him his own questions. And that bothered him.
So in order to make you get less information as possible on the place where he was almost out of spite towards you, took one last quick glance at the empty open space of about fifty square meters, you will appreciate the two large windows, one overlooking the street and the other on the back and trying not to dwell too much on the characteristics of this stone wall, opened the door which gave access to the master bedroom and the bathroom small. The
His bedroom boasted a window to the street, and the bathroom could hardly meet the needs of a woman.
Driven by a sudden rush, shut the doors, turned off the lights and left the apartment. In
voluntarily stepped down the stairs a piece of plaster that despite the fall, was still dying on the ground.
not met a living soul in the building.
"So much the better," he thought, "I saved a couple of smiles hypocrites."
His car had remained faithful huddled just where he had left.
We went in, patted the steering wheel, took a deep breath, gave the last look at the fourth floor of the building, turned the keys in the ignition and drove off quickly.
He stopped after about twenty minutes in front of a motel.
empty stomach face the regret of not having a kitchen of its own, but the tired mind reminded him that the room No 219, booked in his name, there was an empty bed, but warm, waiting for him.
atypically, the mind governs the stomach and he went to the room without dinner. Like when a child, was punished by his parents.

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The light in the center of the ceiling had been left on and two moths was fighting for the third or fourth round of a boxing match.
He was agitated, angry, and very angry. Someone had robbed him of emotion open, for the first time, the door of his house. He would have to insert the key into the lock, turned the knob and turned on the light and then the smell of intoxication that environment again. Should have made that simple but important ritual. But someone had done in his place.
He knew the comparison was inappropriate, but it felt like a girl who, before the long awaited "first time", was molested by a stranger in disguise. A coward. A bastard with no romance.
But who would be interested in entering into that place without furniture and without life, who would have lavished so much force it to open a lock without a trace and then do not close the door? In his mind began to
chasing too many "who" and "why". A tidal wave of obsessive thoughts was preparing to flood its peaceful state of mind when, suddenly, he was able to reach out and to grab a life jacket.
At that moment, his fingers were touching the keys of a piano blacks and whites placed on the wall opposite the entrance. Now the serene
returned and his mind was able to temporarily store any anxiety. He knew that piano
wall was there. He offered a modest amount more to the vendor for endorsement.
He immediately fell in love when she saw him last month ...

was the first thing that distracted him while the real estate agent babbling on commercial square feet and walked on that environment. With the index and middle fingers I pressed some keys, producing a shrill trill of notes and dissonant. It was then that the broker stopped and said "if you are interested in that old tune piano, you know that is for sale."

The wear of the keyboard to reveal the wisdom of the instrument, while a concentration of circular marks on its surface dark wood suggested the place where the pianist used to support his glass.
The plan was sleeping and had not noticed that he had entered the room, he had attended the meeting of boxing moths.

Suddenly he, as then, repeated the same sequence of notes by pressing the same buttons but this time, the sound that came out was perfect.
Someone had the piano tuned ...

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In climbing the stairs trying to distract his attention from the questionable state of cleanliness and maintenance of common areas. Small pieces of plaster, in the throes of apparent depression, fell off the bricks to let a liberating leap into the void.
Passing the entrance doors of the various affairs, tried to guess what kind they were looking for suggestions from their occupants form, imagination and state of degradation of the doormats.
The doors were all similar. Buildings and conspiratorial watching him with the peephole as he walked past you.
Only one tried to get his attention and made him the only way by which an old door may attract the attention of a human being: creaking.
was the front door of the third floor, one below her. The crunch had the desired effect and his eyes rested on it.
almost identical to the other, differed mainly in that the knob was impaired and that the wrought iron door mat, asleep at his feet, still sported a coat very shiny and thick.
While his eyes linger on the white label, instead, should have the name and tenant's last name, his thoughts had already ruled that those who lived there was probably female, with a tedious job but with an identity to be stable and not advertise. This was enough to postpone any further rumination to a more appropriate time.
passed over and came to the front door of his house that, for some time, waiting for him. He knew it would come soon, he had heard from someone.
were a front to another. The silence, strong enough to muffle his ears, he was interrupted by three words and a question "Why are you open?".
Obviously, no one answered.

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Seven hours earlier he had affixed their signatures on the deed and had come into possession of that apartment. The four served
unreadable symbols to obtain the property and, of course, many handshakes and smiles for the occasion.
now had two houses or, as he preferred to call them, two refuges: his trusty car and his apartment. Were his. Sue really. This would be welcomed. Delighted in all that he could satisfy his ego possessive.
not like to share her things, as did not like sharing his innermost feelings. Not for anything, but just because they knew people capable or worthy, or enlightened, or so patients can be so similar to him.
Here's how one of his certainty grew its law of life: if you do not want someone
mayors improperly on something of yours, make sure that something is yours alone.

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was an apartment on the top floor of a dilapidated building in the city center built around the 50s. Four floors, including the first floor, four air outlets for post, a common entrance and a staircase made forty-six steps. A few feet separated the green of the old gray building with gray dirt asphalt road. Four huge rectangular windows, timber frame stained in white, flanked by many smaller windows, were to guess the subdivision plans and rooms.

Her car, parked too attached to the curb, he would have waited there all night, like an anxious mother, deprived of the pleasure of sleep, waiting for his son returning home after an evening with friends.

His engine gave off more heat when the outline of his master was absorbed by the dark entrance of the building.

The Sun, probably impoltrito from his usual routine, trying to slow down its sunset, but the shadow, notoriously disinterested in the will of its opponent, advancing inexorably.

Obviously, the twilight of the electrical system of the building had had enough of this constant loss of natural light and decided to give power to the incandescent light bulb placed above the front door, now, was illuminated. Once again, the relay, in its small way, he felt like a god.