from that course and to the opportune moment I would have shown to my parents how much I/you had become good.
I opened the letter with avarice, without trying to leave the whole envelope.
The calligraphy was always clear and sure, as him.
The postal stamp pointed out that the letter had been expeditious from Hemming, Florida.
Mark practically wrote me every time that visited a new place; that time told me of a trip organized that you/he/she had brought him/it to the fantastic park of Disneyland.
It said that it was everything marvelous, exaggerator and imperdibile.
I would be due to be also us me to complete his/her happiness, said.
Read the letter with cupidity and joy, realizing not to try me, as the other times, anguish and nostalgia but beatitude and thoughtlessness. Perhaps I had finally succeeded in accepting his/her departure and above all his/her distance; he had become my confidante, my friend, my guardian angel.
You/he/she had always helped me in the decisions and in the moments of discouragement, for this I had immediately to answer him and to tell him of the course that I had decided to frequent together with Laura.
I imagined his/her eyes when had read my words and him would have thought: «will never change! It doesn't do anything without his/her friend.».
Its memory was sweet; its eyes that scrutinized me and they were laid a trap in mine. His/her long fingers that wove him with my hair, his/her lips that grazed my cheeks, my neck, my mouth.
You/he/she had been so the last evening spent together. We were in his/her chalet, to the confinements with the brushwood. It was not cold but we had passed the most greater part of the time tightened the one to the other, listening to our breaths and the pulsation of our hearts. Our eyes were lost I don't know where, the look perhaps seemed far because our minds were already to the moment in which we would not have been together anymore.
Him, then, the face had taken me among the hands.
«It feels happy, I love you. I would like to be your and. The desires you! I want to be with you.»
You saw that it was embarrassed, but I understood him/it because also I felt his/her same feelings.
«Mark, wants you an endless good. I want to be forever yours and, even if we had not to see anymore us, I will be happy for what will have happened this evening. I love you.»
There were abandoned on the great couch of the living room, in front of the crackling fire. The smoke salivates above for the fireplace and I had so also imagined our innocence, that went out of our bodies and it went to take the road of the liberty.
I had to face, in that days, also one of the first quarrels of Laura with Stephen.
We walked for the center and Laura it was really sad; I didn't remember to have ever seen her/it this way.
Stephen had shown some jealous after having seen our teacher of the course of photo and the enthusiasm of his/her girl when he met him/it and you/he/she had made some observation about it. Laura he felt wound because, being the most loyal and faithful person of this world, you/he/she would not have let Stephen never suffer. It is true that many appreciations it did on the account of Patrick but for her everything it ended there. And this Stephen didn't know him/it. It feared to lose her/it. Laura had not even tried to speak to him and to explain him that for her they didn't mean anything the continuous compliments that it did to Patrick but you/he/she was simply offended and from a few days the word didn't turn him anymore.
«Has been bad with me! Because it doesn't understand me? There is not badly anything of in to make a compliment to a person and then I want only him, it doesn't interest me any other. However it is also correct that I look the others: I cannot turn at all with the blinker!»
«You are right Laura but these things you don't have to tell her me, you have to tell her to Stephen. He will understand because he/she wants you a good of the soul. It is for this that is jealous. It is afraid only to lose you. It doesn't know well perhaps still you; he/she doesn't know but you are crazy of nature!»
I finally succeeded in making to laugh her/it. He/she embraced me and it thanked me.
«Is go suffered to talk to Stephen however you accompany me, because I would not like to put his hands I set and to strangle him/it for what you/he/she has thought and says on me. You could be useful to avoid to end him to the first aid!»
Laura was again that usual, he/she took me by the hand and practically it dragged me of weight I pour the house of Stephen.
I was convinced more and more that that two would have passed the rest of their life together.
The school was by now at the end, the days lengthened and the climate became more and more mild.
Not having the tie of the study anymore, I could devote soul and body to the course. During the first lessons Patrick had illustrated us various types of photographic cars with attached objects ever seen before, you/he/she had explained us as they worked and the techniques to realize a photo in the best of the ways.
The moment had come to make practice, therefore we were gone out a late afternoon and we had gone off some photo for the roads of the city.
«You try to take back particular that you/they strike you, expressions that you incuriosiscono, attitudes that capture your attention. You try to take back all of this from your point of view, without going to look for the correct position. Surprises!»
He was more enthusiastic than us; the grim and the passion it was impressive that transmitted to all those that surrounded him/it and the emphasis that was perceived in his/her words.
I tried to snatch his/her secret, I tried to see the things from his/her point of view but it was impossible because, as it always repeated me him, each has an own perspective of what it surrounds him/it.
After quite a lot releases, we went to his/her laboratory to develop our photos. At the end of the day we were all without words; we had realized some beautiful photos, even if some were funny and they represented the most disparate subjects.
While we were examining mine, Patrick drew near and congratulated him me for the good job. You/he/she had been stricken from a scene that I had «brought on the paper» in identical way from as you/he/she had lived her him.
A man was firm to the semaphore on his/her automobile, the lowered car window, the left elbow supported to sustain the head the forehead slightly of sweat. Patrick told that seeing that man had warned tiredness, nostalgia, stress because that individual was probably gone out hardly of the job, he cannot wait to return home from his/her family and you/he/she didn't feel however like facing the traffic. In substance you/he/she had been a negative scene, but that you/he/she had transmitted a lot of feelings.
Also I had warned what it said my teacher but I would not have believed to be able to bring everything on a photo.
The image clearly showed the tiredness that shone through from the face of the man the work that tried in to have to bear the traffic.
Patrick showed the photo to the others, describing what you/he/she had perceived him looking at her/it. He/she asked thing to the presents they saw in that man; some simply responded that they saw a man, perhaps some tired, sat in his/her auto, instead others almost said the same things of Patrick.
I felt me excited and realized.
I would never have thanked enough Patricks for what you/he/she had taught me and for what, above all you/he/she had made me try that day.
It was dark and I raced toward the wood.
The moist forehead of sweat, the peeled knees and bloody, I escaped from something that pursued me something appalling and monstrous.
I was afraid but I kept on directing me in the wood to look for help, a shelter, someone.
I didn't have breath anymore, I breathed to work with big rattles.
The danger drew near, because I kept on stumbling and to lose terrestrial.
A low ticking transformed him in light to drum, for then to become a big noise of grancassa. It was deafening, it resembled t
o a gigantic hammer that directly struck me the eardrums with the intention to shatter them and to make me deaf.
To the sudden one it materialized him in front of me the chalet of Mark, shining and wound by a blue light that gave a sense of peace and heat. The door opened wide him and Mark appeared, beautiful as an angel; you/he/she extended me the braccias and you/he/she told me:
«You come with me, I will help you and I will save you.»
The hammer increased its hits but me I felt me calm because I had reached a shelter and above all because there was Mark.
I was a stonesthrow from him, I already extended the braccias to embrace him/it, but this was not possible because suddenly it opened a black hole under of me, cold and dark, that it swallowed me together with the cry that I succeeded in making to go out of the burnt throat.
I opened the eyes hardly suffocating with the hands a terrible cry. The eyes were blocked, the trembling legs, the hair glued to the forehead for the sweat.
I was in my room, it was deep night, I had had a nightmare.
Wanted us some minutes to succeed in calming my body shaken by the winces and to convince my mind that I had dreamt everything. In this, however, I still warned in distance a light ticking as a hammer that it beat the time. I had some headache, but this didn't prevent me from going down from the bed and to direct me in bath.
I looked me at the mirror after being repeatedly rinses me the face.
I was pale, I still had the put in a
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