was known since his birth. A boy sought only what a child looking from his father: be heard, get the right attention. Don't make the children just to get noticed, you do so with the intent to raise them, heal them and give them the attention deserved. Luck wanted that this stranger met unconsciously Elena, too weak and brittle for a being like that.
Simone tells me about all the nuances of this unknown called "father." He doesn't overlook all the evil and cruelty waged on Elena. In spite of everything, that peach tree bloomed every time he received the poison, there flourished and maintained its beautiful colouring. Even the peach tree grows old as all that is present in the world, but Elena had become suddenly strong, decisive, too.
Simone, with his brothers and with Giorgia, helped his mother to liberate her from that bad: they wanted to implant her wise idea, just to see her again flourish.
The time of the K.O. came in two parts.
The first came when Valerio, returning from one of his stormy evenings, saw a light in the bedroom where their parents were sleeping. Only that the mother was not there. From there came the voice of the stranger who was at the phone in version of "romantic plush". Valerio was holding a weapon, a weapon that, like all, could either destroy or improve the outcome of a war. He had a tremendous weight.
He told everything to his mother and, trust me, he did the wise thing because that stranger had remained all too in our lives. Especially in the life of Elena. Maybe she waited on that misstep, but it wasn't enough.
In the summer Valerio had been chosen another time by fate to put an end to everything. The road was too wet, the speed was not on his side and the car did the rest. That night Elena was scared to death: his son had bad view. In panic he asked for help to the unknown but he did not think twice about not caring. She turned and left flying the sharpest words of a sword: "so next time back before!" Cut down those words but, while Georgia and Simone slept without worries, Sebastiano was already there, ready to help his mother and especially his brother.
By stranger there were no explanations or meetings with the son in the days that followed. He had studied his moves, I don't deny that he was a great architect. He did anything to leave. And to think that a few months ago there was the staging of the celebration of their 25 years of marriage.
In that December, so cold even for a peach tree, there was the farewell: the stranger had abandoned the family and beyond.
Simone told me about all the nuances of what had happened and I was struck by what remained imprinted in the mind. In that strange night that much remembered, he had lost sleep, he flocked in that room, he climbed in silence on the big bed stealing away in his mother's arms while she was talking to the stranger. They chatted and at one point he found himself in the middle. He laughed always when hi s delicate little face was in contact with the man's beard so far from him. Simone remembered as Sunday was a joy and all in all in his heart the escaped of sweet words that could be heard in the distance. That stranger turned Sunday, though little, and Simone suddenly wasn't entirely a stranger: he was called dad.
It was hard, then, to Elena to continue her life. But the time was on her side and looked after her, trying to lift it, to revive her. She succeeded in part, until one day she found love again. She deserved to be happy too, after all. Evil had taken possession of her and something good had to happen.
But fate, if it agrees, is just bastard: it decided to throw Elena on the ground, it did not accept to see that woman always get up again and this time hit her hard, mercilessly.
Her health fell steeply, however was envious of the strength of this woman, attempted even to kill her and apparently was going to succeed. But it had to stay back with its mouth open in seeing her again rise from the ground.
Simone was considered a lucky guy to have a mother like that and during his growth he sought to acquire some of her skills.
It was great to see Elena! Years have passed, this is true, but she is always there, standing, and with that complexion that most likely will take until the end of her days. As much as I want to tell you about this woman's willpower, there's still a story not to be missed: happiness of Simone.
The time was propitious, the school was better at that time. Something in Simone was changing, perhaps because he was going through the most intense moment of his existence. Long hair -sometimes he had the courage to bind them-earring and he dressed in a gloomy way. He carried inside him the evil, he was still feeding after all, and then it led him outside in his manner of dress.
He spent his death mornings walking in the hallways with Leonardo and Gonzalo and at the hour of recreation they seemed a star. They had acquaintances throughout the school and it was easy to exchange a word with anyone.
Simone that morning had the pleasure to chat with Emily, not that he doesn't already. When he came back home he ate hurriedly and in fury, he turned on the pc and he checked if it was connected. They didn't speak of great things, but they were having fun.
On Tuesday, at school there was always the return and Simone with his trusty henchmen roamed the halls. In one of those Tuesday saw Emily's class and he invited her to come along with them. She agreed of course, they had some nice chats, they were seeking an approach to a friendship. Simone, despite his negativity, smiled with her and he tried not to think, darkened evil for a short time, he did not want Emily discovers something of his life.
He had to think even studying but he never did: along with his "cronies" he had become the class clown. If those three had never been there, that class would never known positive days.
Professors now surrendered before a subject like that but rightly they had to do their job, and then appeared again on Simone's report card debts. It was hard to believe that a child like Simone could pass the year: it was good to fool anyone with his eyes and his words were honey for professors. Then he surpassed all debts with little trouble but with great cunning. This was Simone, good to you to think that all he had done was right but it really was a total rip off.
The year arrived in which in class some professors changed: one came from the North. Here you have to wonder: "How could she not end up in the cross-hairs of Simone?". Obvious she had to go there! He imitated everything of her: from the voice to the gestures, the mimicry was similar, not sparing anyone.
A few weeks later, one morning the bell rang and it was the time of art history, the north professor time: the class had to reach the courtroom 25 and wait for one before leaving the courtroom. Arrived in class Simone began before together with inseparable Gonzalo. And then there was Lucia in the middle, between the boys, because both did not take ever the book. Behind them, tanned more than it should to be in march, there was Cecilia who had just had a very eventful cruise. The teacher arrived, put her bag, took the call and she began with the explanation. At a standstill of the explanation Simone raised his finger and said, "Prof, do you heard television these days?"
"No," the professor replied dry not understanding where Simone wants to go there.
"Then I tell you there where she, in the remote North, the digital terrestrial has just arrived. I if I were you I would buy a set-top box! ", Simone informed her with innocent air.
Lucia and Gonzalo couldn't help but laugh at this exit off a Bernini and Borromini and the prof could not fail to miss a smile despite her size from icy and mighty warrior.
In the years that followed, though the latter had become more hard and cold towards us and Simone did not understand why, maybe he was never used to always get a smile and was still a baby inside him.
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