through her the soul ritmando with imperceptible movements of his/her lips her delicious breath. Francois immediately realized that the new arrival had personality to sell, and it already tortured him the fingernails to the alone thought to see him dethroned from its position of cockerel of the flock; while his/her twin, Paul, had the attitude typical of his/her reflexive nature. The guest scrutinized with a lot of circumspection, you/he/she weighed every single word of this last and you/he/she avoided that their looks were crossed.
Of other song Giuliano, also not having available, during that first meeting with his/her cousins, the old kermesse of histrionic artists and uninhibited dames highly that had delineated the contours of his/her trail existence, it was equally euphoric and enthusiastic to finally have had the possibility to almost converse freely with of his contemporary, out in that grey jail ch'era his/her fixed abode in that last year. Him, smiling hypnotic to Jasmine, he/she asked her:
"How old you are now, cuginetta?"
Jasmine was wounded from that inopportune term of endearment that ridiculed the attitude of perfect dame of court that up to that moment you/he/she had maintained.
"Expensive Cuginetto, let's be smaller peers, considering that I have sixteen of it and you have seventeen of them, according to how much my father says, even if to the first glance seem me more than the age of my smaller brothers, that have fifteen of them!"
His/her father brusquely intervened.
"Jasmine, doesn't seem me really the case that you free your cousin offends if you/he/she affectionately addresses you, you don't find?"
Jasmine, from the most bifurcate language of a harpy, it specified:
"But dad, I wanted to simply be nice with him telling him that he maintained young! Or do you prefer that I/you/he/she tell him that, as soon as have I seen him, did I think pits his/her dad for as you/he/she had dug the eyes and for the roughness of his/her face?"
Giuliano clearly had the test that that ragazzina of country was not then so ingenue as it appeared to its family and it anticipated her father.
"My dear Jasmine, sees, the face tells our vicissitudes, our experiences, represent in short the diary of our past, and I gather the occasion to admonish to do you so that the experiences that will mark you the face is all positive and constructive ones. It Avoids the apparent, greedy and easy temptations that will make you commit errors to which you will be forced to mend with sacrifice and repentance. This I tell you him from the small one of mine lived and to this point as worthy conclusion my reflection, I want to thank your parents to have entertained me in your house giving me the possibility to breathe of the good air and of the healthy principles."
Not as soon as it finished pronouncing the last word, the mysterious French italo laced you, as believer companion, an ample smile, too much mature for a boy of as soon as seventeen years, that it sent straight on the lips of the young girl.
Jasmine, already ready to tone risponder to the fools games of words of that boaster, that other purpose didn't have whether not to confirm the fact that her for him pits only a snotty, to that smiled spiazzante it reacted jolting embarrassed and the language accidentally himself/herself/itself. To that point you/he/she could not do anything else other than to swallow the pain, blood mixture and saliva, together with that sharp bitter arrow that had defeated her, not having succeeded in re-sending her/it to the sender.
After the lunch the two twins dispersed him for the country in saddle to their horses, regardless to make the respects of house. The father of the two, acknowledged him too late by now the escape, you/he/she could not do anything else other than to entertain the young Giuliano showing him the house, telling him nice episodes of the calm departed past and, comes that you/he/she was to the library, you/he/she drew an enormous breath of relief in to be of forehead his/her daughter, comfortably in armchair, intenta to read him a novel. With an excuse the man immediately left the burden to handle the relaxation of the young one to his/her/their daughter, an appointment improrogabile inventing himself/herself/itself that had forgotten. This way Jasmine found again him together with that hateful boaster, without even not having his intimate allied, Katrine, busy to hurry the domestic matters with the governess. The proud young girl, however, was not prepared to make good face to bad fate, and you/he/she didn't even recite for an instant the healthy principles of the good hospitality. Simply it kept on reading ignoring that being sat on the armchair in front of her. Giuliano extracted from the pocket of his/her black jacket of flax a silver portasigarette, it opened him/it, it threw out a handful of tobacco and a map, a cigarette was rolled, it rubbed the match on the heel of its boots and in the room it spread the odor of the sulphur. Lit up the cigarette, it inhaled deeply and it threw out a sharp pain cloud of smoke that ran over the haughty young girl. Jasmine didn't surrender to that vulgar provocation, it curled a moment the nose, but it immediately recomposed then on his/her face the impassive expression of annoyed dame. It was him to break that silence with the hoarse one of a deep and low voice, alternated by a breath almost troubled, attractive and intimate.
"Enchanting Jasmine, must forgive my sharp language that has offended you during our first lunch together. The bad taste that I have shown you giving you some child was alone a childish way to provoke to enjoy you some multiplicity of your expressions. You are a great deal an attractive and provocative woman, the sinuosities of your body so difficult son to be concealed that, also if you wear a simple girl suit of country, your forms ransom the feline essence of the sweet sensuality. Be very beautiful and, to table, in front of your family, was me impossible to so shamelessly admit you him!"
Silence.
The eyes of Jasmine, from the moment in which he had sat on that armchair, you/they had not stopped fixing the same page the same line. It immediately seemed her evident that whoever would have realized ch'ella you/he/she was not really reading. And meanwhile an intrusive blush the painted him in face! Anybody never in his/her life you/he/she was allowed to speak to her in so free and explicit way, nobody had ever shown so clearly her to consider her/it a desirable prey for the masculine universe. He had talked her of his/her body to desire, had looked at her, surely had him also imagined naked! A sopraffino to like heated her the abdomen. Those words would have been sure subject on which to day-dream, when you/he/she would be found to play alone, or with the friend, with its body. But in that breaker, the embarrassment that had pervaded her in front of so much game novelty, made her impossible any replica. They still spent endless minutes, Giuliano always stared at her/it, without never lowering the look, while her eyes were fleeing, as those of a reproached child, that would want to maintain the tall look, but without absolutely succeeding us.
"Jasmine, is looking you at the legs, you have her too discoveries" it told a vocina in her head.
You, however, didn't dare to settle, you/he/she would still have been more ridiculous than that that you/he/she was already appearing. Giuliano, at the end, it drew a long breath, it got up from the armchair and it told her with calm voice.
"Dear, I go to seek some joy elsewhere, I have need to take care of my worn-out soul, even see you later.
"Jasmine, that shows up from fool have done!her " exploded as soon as he went out of the room.
It threw the book in earth and runs in front of the great mirror in the corridor, it was observed by top to fund and it bursted in a roaring laughter.
X
A strange feeling of peace pervaded that city metropolitan to the presence of the seraphic calm of the rural environment, with his docile and multiform tones of color, that however they seemed all so you graduate and delicate to seem colorless, almost opaque; the placid silence, alternated by the thin echis of small animals or near and distant bugs, in a flash, it turned him into the mind of the variegated Giuliano in a deaf humming that presaged the arrival of the oppressive boredom. It wandered about for some in the outskirts of the house as a dog around the residence of his/her own master. Then, exhausted for the uselessness of his/
her condition, he laid down defeated on the lawn behind the building.
"Nothing! Has possible been so stupid not to have been thought about bringing me behind not even a pezzettino of hashish or a top of marijuana?"
And while you/he/she was thinking of us, he realized that, from the moment in which had been confined in that bleak college, you/he/she had been forced to estrange from those diabolic attractions.
Boredom is worse of the sadness.
The sadness is worse of the fear.
The fear is worse of the regret.
The regret is worse of the remorse.
The remorse is worse of the hate.
Sex is the only solution or at least the most pleasant palliative to that uselessness. It doesn't change the world that surrounds us, but at least after that action, the outside seems us very more reduced and less arrogant person of before. It was there, stretched out of side on that annoying threads of grass that tickled him the ear and they dampened his shoulder. You/he/she would have preferred to do as the clochards of city, stretched out on the smooth raincoat dry sidewalk, without any surprise to his/her inside.
"Accursed ants!Giuliano " shouted hoisting himself/herself/itself on the knees and nervously shaking the head.
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