And after the sin, loud music ... to cover their emanations?
We can be heroes, just for one day
The characters in this story are many:
Alberto , my friend recovered and is now very good friend of the cliff, climbing, of obsession of fanaticism.
Francis, his son 7 years old, a budding entomologist.
Valentina, the wife of Albert, slender and gentle and cordial woman.
The word 'Entomologist' , which Francis explained to me the meaning .
I just want you to know who I am
The wall of Campelli , strange place not exactly easy to climb.
Focus , 7c, fingers fingers fingers!
Still I can not escape the ghost of you
I , invaded by a profound peace 'and relaxation but also a bit of persistent and insatiable desire to print shots.
Fireflies in the fields of Pasturo.
Angelica , amberjack and sly lady, who never responds to my text messages, but now they are also trained in this.
holes of heart-shaped wooden shutters of the house of Alberto.
The Skifidol , an army of skifiltosi beings 24 hours a day immersed in colored gelatin. The heavenly
meadow at the foot of the house of Alberto, Pasturo.
sleep that night in the mountains and 'so' fresh and deep.
The dream where I tried in vain to make two pizzas the first day of work at a pizzeria.
My fingers that open spit and kept me on the fourth to bring home the aforementioned 7c nice day.
Dante's verses that blend with the crap that I Alberto we say so ', for free, without effort.
...
You can tell that this cast can not 'that he had been a weekend ... you know ... beautiful and so 'unexpected that i enjoyed more Anchor'.
Saturday climb the cliff with Alberto Campelli. 6b, 6b, then straight on a 7c we addocchiato. Focus. First we turn the individual does not seem hard. Shot slightly overhanging with 6 key movements on small stuff. Then a little 'self-control until the chain.
Second round, Alberto falls. I fall. The arms are not responding.
Third round, Alberto falls, I fall. The arms respond more 'but not enough.
fourth round, Alberto falls, I fall. More 'determination that he was able to' fatigue.
On the path of return:
Q: "Day spectacular but fuck, I wanted to quit shooting. 7c in the day, it was not bad. It 's amazing, is insatiable, cock. Last Saturday, Chimera Red, Thursday' dead cat, and not enough for me, are greedy. It will end 'in the circle of insatiable, I'm sure. That' s what the place for me. "
A: "But in fact, what you complain, you also can go in your ass week, lucky you!"
Q: "And whatever you do you do that shot and you take home your first 7c, which show. We come here until 'does not print the damn!"
A: "And that is' next Tuesday."
D: "Right."
...
the evening Alberto I am staying at his home in Pasturo, two steps from the cliff. Francis' wild and pretend that I ISSI to capture the ant queen. Valentina Francis says instead the meaning of 'gray matter' and eat unleavened bread. I think the distance of the shot and eat pizzoccheri.
Francis then shows us her Skifidol, slimy creatures plastic causing disgust of most human beings. We played, and we with him.
comes the dark, cleared the big table, let's jump to the party of the country, back home. It 's night, and in the meadows, ladies and gentlemen, the fireflies. Looking at them now I remember jets of embers flying off the heat and turn off the air. But these wonders of the Fireflies, glow, go out, then shine, then go off. I have no words!
... see fireflies in June 'to La Vallee, perhaps cola' where is' ara
harvest and cool nights, light to our feet and the stars above us.
And in all this boundless light, where each distance is lost, looking
that enormous silence, the man is lost.
are in bed, dead tired, tired tired of beautiful, full, satisfying. Turn off the light, passing a car in the street below and the headlights projecting movements in the shape of the holes made in the heart, that moves and tilts and twists with the movement of the machine.
Party does not claim that a text message to be returned. I am still a little bit sitting on the bed, then m'infilo to bed. Despite my inability to 'night to make two pizzas, the dream fades away and after 9 hours of sleep Misenta really well.
Breakfast, giocone Skifidol with a pitch for dummies, I greet Alberto, Valentina, Frank and I go home.
That put me in the meadow body calm ', precious peace'.
