Annex Malena
I
Antonio in that place had ever been. The grass had several inches long but when put Malena her heel on the ground he sank an inch. The breeze brought the smell of salt. He had imagined many times: there would sit and talk, she would hand over the hair and roll over for a while among the ants while the dog burrowed into the wells. Then they would look into the river and talk of land, nationality, longing. Debate would be the same forever, but imbued Malena liked him in those difficult phrases, strong, idealistic. I never had the chance to get him there: the only day I came close it started to rain. "You should kiss in the rain this morning and throw an umbrella in the wind."
II
A desk smooth and dark, shiny, well polished, with the smell of fresh wood. Staring, Antonio writes, stir more and more hair ... it is sensual. When you think a new idea, as when the recounts, is an orgasm.
III
When Malena sits with his elbows on his knees and fists on his cheeks, he feels his heart falls to the ground. It is a very real sense, but it only lasts a few seconds, then again the malaise seems to climb up his body and return to the cave from which haunts. It is as if it came to the rescue of herself, "think of something else." Sometimes I want that feeling back flesh, the slight trembling of the knees was transformed into a swoon in the middle of the street. Then, upon waking, lying on the sidewalk, a man will tend his hand and ask "are you okay?" "No, but thanks." For a moment the view and has the face of Antonio. Again falls three floors.
IV
hate him, no longer love him and you'll never think about it. Ah ... but if you're thinking about it now, Iamps!
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