of detail but him it was together well. In my head he/she bothered me, however, a thought: perhaps my mother and my father feared that I could not do her/it, so they looked for of more possible time to pass with me, tasting that instants up to the last one, as a gulp of water remained in the fund of a bottle in a sultry day.
To the sudden one it attacked me a thought; I thought about my photos and all of my jobs done in the last months. I reflected an instant, then I reached the conclusion that I had not gone off to my parents anymore than the photos, or however in them company. The first times were practically my guinea-pigs, I used them as you model or you sprout for some jobs of mine, but I had ever thought about realizing a whole photographic service on my family.
I proposed them my idea that, it thrilled a lot oddly them. They didn't generally love to make to be photographed because they said not to be photogenic. According to me, instead they were two good models, beautiful and expressive.
I was happy to hold again my beloved photographic car, a simple gadget that transmitted me, however, strong emotions and indescribable satisfactions.
I had been born for going off photos, to immortalize the people and the things, to leave a sign of my personality and what they saw my eyes.
While I was taking back my parents, now in romantic layings, now in joky layings, a sad thought ran over me: the love for the photographic car had perhaps been a sign of the destiny, an opportunity given me by God to do yes that I left something of me on this world, not only a memory of the memory but a memory to be looked, to admire, to love.
It was already by now dark.
The days had lengthened, my parents had gone in bed hardly, when someone knocked to the door slightly making me start.
I bewared of the spioncino of the door. It was Patrick.
I did him/it enter and I immediately noticed on his/her face an unhappy expression.
«Thing there is Patrick? Has something happened? Are you badly?»
«No, I am well. And you?»
«As usual.»
«Excuse me for the time but I absolutely had to speak to you this evening.»
We sat there on the couch after I had taken from the refrigerator two cans of juice of fruit.
«It feels happy, you are me missed very and you don't know how much coop suffering for your situation. He/she anchors I don't succeed in believing that can be happened to you.»
It made a break, the can that held in hand looked, then again my eyes.
«That afternoon, when I have seen you for earth that you howled for the pain, I have felt lost, impotent, then something dev'essere gone off inside of me because I have immediately understood thing I had to do. Really at that time I believe to have understood to love you to try something serious toward of you. You/he/she has been a strange feeling, ever tried, perhaps because I have never fallen in love first.»
«Oh Patrick.»
«I beg you not to say anything. I believe, or I feel better, that you are not in love of me, you love me and I physically attract you but it is not true love. I don't do a guilt of it, because we have been clear since the beginning and we didn't want sentimental involvements. We always have and only thought about being together well and to amuse more us but nothing.»
I listened to his/her words that went out of the mouth as a fall; you/he/she had perhaps prepared that discourse for times and times because it was not from him to speak to so sincere and deep way.
I begged him/it to continue.
«I didn't want to fall in love me of you but I believe has been inevitable. I am convinced that with the time, perhaps, also you would have been able to try something for me deeper than the simple friendship but this is another discourse. It is better so.»
«Because you say this way?»
«Because I have to depart it Feels happy and I would not like to make to suffer as you you are already doing him/it.»
«To depart? Where do you go Patrick?»
«You/they have offered me an uproarious job, a photographic service around for the world, an experience irripetibile. One of those occasions that an only time is introduced in the life!»
I believe that the face me he illuminated.
«Is fantastic! I am very proud of you! You absolutely have to go, you cannot lose a similar opportunity.»
«I would not like to depart.»
«Because? Are you crazy?»
«In this moment I would like to be you near day and night but at the same time I don't succeed in bearing the idea that you have such a terrible evil. I would like to be able to bring you with me!»
Patrick was visibly shaken by my situation; it seemed he/she didn't even know him thing to do.
«Patrick, is not able. I have to take care of me, even if I immediately would come with you since.»
He/she took me the hands among his.
«I would come with you because, perhaps, also I, start to try something for you but I don't want to delude two anybody; they are in a situation in which I cannot dream, to make promises, to fall in love me, because I don't even know if I will succeed in arriving at the end of the year.»
«Not to say this way, you will make her/it. The thought, however, to leave here you and to go around for the world destroys me.»
«You have to depart! You have to go to do an uproarious job. All will admire you, they will be fierce of your photos, me for first.»
He/she embraced so strongly me to get away the breath.
«How I do, does it Feel happy?»
«You make the suitcases and parts. Not him ripresenterà another occasion as this.»
«I don't succeed there!»
«Owe! When you will have ended this job you will give to find me so I can congratulate you of person, always if you won't be climbed on too much your head!»
«You are unique.»
It gave me a kiss on the cheek.
«Of accord, I will depart, but remembered that I do only it for you. I want you to be proud of me.»
«I will be him/it.»
We embraced again there for a long instant; we kissed us, with a lot of sweetness, then I let him/it go away.
A great dream he was about to realize.
The objective always pursued by Patrick was about to materialize himself/herself/themselves.
The nature, is not always after all cruel with its children.
Ivan was very calm, I didn't know more than emotions to try. It was already everything ready for the operation.
Ivan had granted me a few days in more before making to operate me because I wanted to graduate me and then to submit me to the intervention.
I had asked if it were possible because I feared not to wake up me more from the anesthesia and not to be able to sustain the maturity.
Laura is sat on the green poltroncina next to the door, Stephen the hand fondly held her, my mother continued to caress me the forehead, my father she talked to the doctor Smith of what you/they would have done me in the operating room.
Some minutes had had the opportunity of knowing the teacher that would have operated me; you/he/she had immediately appeared me as a kind man, sweet, almost fatherly. It was about fifty years old, the grizzled hair slightly and a thin short beard framed him the face. He/she remained with us few minutes because it owed get ready himself/herself/themselves for the intervention.
There was a lot of tension in the room. Perhaps the calmest I was really me.
They gave me a shot that slightly stunned me; I felt me serene, calm and the eyes were made heavy.
Two nurses they abandoned me on a sedan and me concessero some second to greet my family and my friends.
«Good luck, treasure» my mother whispered me.
«We will wait you here. You see to do soon!» it added Laura.
«I will do better than mine» I answered and while they were bringing away me I succeeded in perceiving in the corridor, with the tail of the eye, a family face that however didn't put to fire because my e
yelids were closed and they didn't allow me to see other.
It seemed a warm day, I raced in a beautiful field bloomed in which butterflies of every sort of color flew.
I wore a candid white suit, long until under the knees, while loose hair hovered him in the air to every footstep of mine.
I seemed happy. I sometimes braked my run and I stopped me to gather a flower to feel its perfume.
To the border of the field there were my parents that greeted me with the hand; it seemed they wanted to call me but me I was too much happy to be in that magnificent lawn and I didn't lend them interest.
To the sudden one Laura that told me to go to my parents that were waiting me appeared.
I answered her that I wanted to keep on racing, that I felt well me this way.
You begged me to return back but me, as if I/you had not even heard her, I restarted to race until scomparii from their sight.
I had been being already unconsciously alarm clock for quite a lot time.
The sweet smile of my mother was the first thing that I saw.
In the room there were the same people that I had seen before putting to sleep me and in last an enormous vase of roses redheads next to the window.
Laura fell next to the bed and the hand took me.
«Well returned among us. Didn't you want to wake up you anymore?» he/she asked me.
«No, the fact is that I slept so well! I have also made a dream some strange and there were also naturally you.»
«I also watch you when you sleep!»
It was a magnificent friend. It was always me near and he/she succeeded in giving me the position in front of any situation. It suffered a lot for my condition, but it tried not to give to see him/it for fear to
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