I'm at the bus stop in Via Pietro Micca, downtown .. by night, is a cold and snowing ... pig
But is not the usual snow flakes ... stop in midair, do not touch the ground ... .. it seems suddenly melt to be one of those glass Christmas balls, like that of Mary Poppins ...
'm completely alone at the bus stop. What now if there is none for the road ... the last time I saw the center as it was on July 9, 2006 ... streets completely deserted ... the entire population was concentrated in Turin in Piazza Solferino and Piazza San Carlo to watch the most spectacular shot of history .. Zidane to Materazzi's chest. Only desperate souls roam the streets of the city in desperate search of a bathroom, public or private That soul was ... I was desperate ..
Here comes the tram .. one of those old, orange Executioner make a mess and go to 2 per hour. He stops, I go completely ... desert. I sit while the tram again, but once you open the door of the driver. A figure dressed completely in black closes the door and turns ...
"Paco ?!?!"
As I said ... is dressed all in black turtlenecks and pants, shoes and socks and a helmet ... blacks .. looks like a mess to Uncle George Harrison version "With the Beatles" ... and if it was George Harrison dressed as Paco? Oh well ... anyway, a copy of Pacharrison dressed in black ...
"Hello little bird alien .."
While my face fights with herself to put on the correct expression to condense the following thoughts "in person Paco - Paco dress Beatles - Presumed deceased and Former Beatle dress by Paco - Desert Tram - Tram that travels easily desert without a driver, "he comes over and sits in front of me ...
I look at him ... look at me ... smiles ...
"Paco?!?"
"I can be he, too, if you like .... "
.... ... But the tram. "
" Quiet. ... He knows where go ... do not need me .... "
He smiles again and says ..
"You can not make an effort to understand ... moreover you are not here to understand ... but to listen ..."
"Listening?"
"Yes ..."
Silence .. ... Meanwhile, the tram travels
"You have to stop Ripert ..."
"What?"
"What you're obsessively repeating a bit 'of time now ..."
"...."
"Sara ... you know very well what I'm talking about is useless ... you make that face ... "
"You have to stop because you know that's not true ..."
"It is not real thing ... "
"What I tell you ..."
I feel like Alice when arriving from Brucaliffo ...
"Good ..."
"And what I say??"
"Sara ..."
"Paco .. I wish you a good soul , but I swear I'm not understanding anything ... "
" You're not understanding why do not you listening to me .. "
"For all the monkeys combing, Paco ... I am listening to you!"
"No.. You're feeling me ... do not you listening to me!"
I like that not knowing what to counter shut up ... however it's still in person Paco dressed as a Beatle (or vice versa) on a tram without a driver traveling alone ...
"You know that's not true and keep repeating it. .. tell me ... why? Are you good at listening to people but not yourself ... How long do not you look in the mirror? "
are completely at the mercy of Brucaliffo ... I'm quiet, better ...
"Then you know ... there are no good or bad year ... the good years you build them if you want to build ... You want to build?
"Well yes ..."
"Yeah ... you've always had problems with Lego, right baby? You've never gone further than the L made with two bricks ... "
"So ... stop ... repeat."
"..."
"I still look like that ..."
"What?"
"It will wake up ... it's spring! I'll have said a million people over the years ... I'll tell you now that it is so cold that I get cold just to say ... wake up! Wake up ... Wake up now for 365 days a year .. but wake up! "
" .... "
He leans on me ... is 3 inches from my nose ...
"Wake up ..."
I open my eyes ... it's 9 ... ok it was a dream and this was understood ... Or was it a dream or an unsuccessful trip .. I stopped to get me to the reeds on a regular basis a long time ago, so it was a dream ...
I'm going to sit on the bed and rub my eyes ... I massage the jaw .. I gritted my teeth again tonight ... I now understand why Zeus decided not to grow my wisdom teeth .. so that I also smear those ..
Breath ... well .. sigh ...
" I'm fine ... "
Raul jumping on the bed ... I look ... I look at it ..
"I'm fine ..." I repeat ...
I look at the cat and I repeat "I'm fine ... I'm fine ... I'm fine ... I'm bbb - ..."
Raul look at me, turns, curled at the foot of the bed and began to sleep ... I do not understand it ... never mind him ....
