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The First Night - Amalia de Santis

That night there was an atmosphere cold, which came in the bones making it painful all the movements.
The ground crunched underfoot immersed in darkness that the dim lamplight was unable to graze.
The figure will be parried in front. The moment before the street was empty, the next moment she was there, wrapped in the damp fog that the coat could not counter.
did not seem to land anything.
He stood motionless at the center dell'acciottolato, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. Yet there were some, despite the distance, his eyes were fixed on you.

all started a few days before. Did you feel constantly shadowed, as if a dark presence is known to be appropriate in your own shadow.



That day you were in your art gallery will present a few buyers, in a Japanese kimono long hair blue and blacks, and a Westerner with deep violet eyes. Japanese is a tipino eccentric and funny but it is the West so elegant and refined, so beautiful it takes your breath to catch all your attention. You are meeting again to discuss art, so you can find works that he tries and that night I seen her home, a perfect gentleman. And for the first time, after what seemed like months you are, you can drive around the city without the feeling that someone is following you, without that sense of anxiety that permeates your last return home.
few nights later, as you were about to return to the gallery after negotiations, Meeting her.
A beautiful girl.
Beautiful.
hair and eyes that sparkle so insightful to dig into the soul.
followed it until you can and you find yourself fervently hope to be able to see again.
And your wishes come true. The same night as you see with the West, Alejandro, you enter the store and you seem more interested in that you expose yourself to the works of art. But when he arrives and you do not pay more attention it requires, she goes a bit 'angry. Alejandro
invites you to dinner tonight and then I seen her home, but this time with you and there salt in your bed, you turn over and over again in a being like him.
Lord and beautiful.

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