Bad Invisible Teachers

  Chapter 23.

  «Eclipse.»

  The word of order went out of the mouth of Angel and the gorilla it moved him to side of the entry.

  The house of Aldo Fornaci was to his/her disposition as of the numerous guests both those to I walk indifferent for the rooms both those shirkers who knows where in that rich labyrinth impudently.

  The villas of that nababbis all and Angel resembled by now him you/he/she had turned of it.

  But that, for God! That opulence. It was greater than other houses but it was him/it without motive. You/he/she was not cleaned anymore, it was shinier. It didn't seem to become wealthy some guests but to pride himself/herself/themselves some subjects. It was the house more indisponentes that you/he/she had visited. And him as everybody, was enmeshed already of it.

  Thousand sounds filled the environment, masculine and female bawls they crossed not for competing himself/herself/themselves the scene, but to hide himself/herself/themselves among the thousand tones of the low one. From a non distant room the soft and sour sound of a piano originated, that with essential harmonies jazz accompanied a female voice sulfurea.

  And I know all hilts above I'm dreaming of the hand The love.

  It recognized the to go off himself/herself/themselves of an immortal melody and it seemed so much him it makes sure the voice that sang him/it that he/she immediately wanted to turn her back.

  And there, lifting as soon as the eyes on the steps, he/she saw Helen climb the steps close to Charles Pezzali. Him, respectful to the form, it encircled her life grazing her/it as soon as, almost same solo miming a chivalrous support.

  Helen, had not been called even, really then it had the boldness to turn himself/herself/themselves.

  That eyes, read Angel, they wanted to see for the last time the earth from which you/they detached him, as a frightened emigrant embraced to the baluster of the ship.

  And his/her brothers were seen.

  The looks wove him to grow stronger himself/herself/themselves. The life of the one wanted only to tie himself/herself/themselves to that of the other, but for those two lives separate to the birth could not be the time to rejoin him yet.

  You still treat of unknown walk they had to conduct them to the answers, what time, hopelessly, they craved the one from the other.

  They had to separate himself/herself/themselves, so that for different streets they returned then to unite himself/herself/themselves.

  Simultaneous streets, that the hard law of the to narrate usually forces to happen the one to the other.

  But I am me. And I have always tried to make as cazzo it seems me.

  And since my such favorite children are to the same stregua, I have decided not to tie none of my witnesses to the tyranny of author. I love so much the liberty to leave you free to choose. The next line of the walk, the ventiquattresimo for the exactness, will be to your disposition: inverted also the order of the factors, the product won't change.

  You will return to me to the however I toll of my voice.

  Other bawls, will mark now the walk of Angel and Helen.