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Carbon Burning
13 August, Saturday night
Marco pointed to the taxi to leave the waterfront. They walked watching the sunset on the horizon. The sun plunged into the sea. The stunning coastline speckled with rocks and reefs are marine opened in the vicinity of two huge rocks near the green like a hug. They stopped. "They call them the pitfalls of love, it seems that they kiss." Marco offered her his arm. She agreed. The head was elsewhere. Now they had stopped and he cinched the waist with one arm and hand resting lightly at his side. "Tonight we are lucky, I can feel it , you see the green ray , here , look at it, the time is near " "Ah, yes, a ray of light in the sea that looks exactly when the sun sends the fading afterglow" of this phenomenon spoke brochures. He rested his cheek on his temple. Trizia found that pleasant touch as delicate as the scent of his cologne. The green ray, not even a sign. The sun dipped in the green of the sea and disappeared while Mark gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
"Marco, do not do this" Trizia including tenderness, could not get irritated by that excess. She liked it. His kiss was gentle and romantic as the sun set just seen. "We are no longer boys". He could not explain to her why everything had to be complicated. "Trizia, I like you "She was silent."I think I'll be nice, what's stopping you? "Trizia thought it looked like Duilio; enough, it took more sprints, more passion. It was not her intention to offend him and flew over. "I appetite, we go to dinner?" He did not understand. She looked at him with gentle eyes. Then she took him by the arm and made his show the way.
At the local hot coals, the tables were almost all booked. Trizia and Marco had to settle for a table very close to the speakers at the piano bar. In many frequented the place to eat a pizza and dancing. The music began while they were at first almost flat and could not exchange two words without shouting. The restaurant is quickly filling them with smoke, the smell of pizza and happy people coming down the track. They danced, laughed. Trizia had given up in conversation, she looked to the ground hopping between sudden flashes of light and shadow. She thought they were all happy and meanwhile sipped robust red wine from a big cup, slowly, but without stopping. Marco was silent; the noise was unbearable for him. He did not remember a lot of people the first time, you estranged. He was getting a nervous breakdown.
Trizia was preoccupied, thinking of the second marriage Duilio and again saw her, with Duilio. "Dr." Ross called her while squirming among a group of young girls from very long hair and big boobs in tight t-shirts. "Trizia narrowed his eyes to look" "Ross" and waved an arm. Red wine began to take effect. Marco awoke from slumber seeing his momentum. "Ma'am is that we love to dance," "Marco, what are you doing?" "No, you go" Ross was waiting in the middle of the track and were soon sucked into the vortex has arisen to the sound of music.
Mark followed her, his chin resting in the palm and eyed among the lights that blinded him. She moved, on long slender legs, and enjoyed. It was tasty look. At least they returned happy. He was not so fit between the confusion. Better to wait for it to get bored. He ordered a coffee and a digestive, swordfish did not go down.