Chapter 25.
They were already all lined up ones, careful, silent.
On top of the gallery, Charles Pezzali offered him to the guests placed side by side by that goddess, that was dressed again of noble shine to beam some lights.
Angel was a face among the so many, in that ecstatic crowd. He/she knew that Helen was looking for him/it, you/he/she would have liked to recall his/her look, even if he/she knew you/he/she would not have had to need it. You/he/she had never rubbed her to hide-and-seek, that small bloodhound: she roused only it looking around himself/herself/itself, as if you/he/she had been able to smell in the air. Later you/he/she could take only him a beautiful revenge, when it pitied her/it with an agonizing weeping and attracting her/it to itself as a pious comforter, it went off from now on her to the sudden one, burning her/it in the run toward the den.
How come didn't he/she succeed him/it in finding today? How come would Angel have liked to cry indeed today and to hold her/it hold to itself?
«Brothers» it played again in the air. Pezzali, immense tribuno, raised the braccias to the sky. «Never as this evening we can be proud of tare name. Today, the mouths of every will suck the dreams of everybody. Today, the genial generosity of our guest will gratify our patience, without disappointment for the heroes, without pity for the scanty ones.»
The eyes of all were fixed on Helen. Someone, old old fox of the vice, asked him as that only sample, however seductive, you/he/she could satisfy the greeds of the most pretentious. Others started to understand what you/he/she would have compensated them. Few, the lovers of the villa, knew that for that evening the mercenaries of the sex would have been exclusive benefit of his/her/their master. If sex were due to be, you/they would have come only you for acquiescence and you/they would have enjoyed among of it equal.
«We will be alone and free. This night nobody can arrogate the right of I handed as medium between the sky and the earth. The solvent is ready to illuminate us: that the session has beginning!».
You heard a hiss: an opaque smoke that started to go out of the ducts of ventilation of the house. It rained from the tall one as the reward of a biblical exodus.
How much generosity in Aldo Fornaci! To spice the air in the whole house owed to have made to boil half Amazzonia. They drew all of it to full bellows, thanking who God, who mammona, who both. Because if God were hidden in the essences of the hallucinogenic grasses, mammona you/he/she has had the undisputed worth to drip him/it in so great quantity.
One to one, the guests fell in trance.
Scattered for the house, in the rooms, on the steps, in the baths. If there had been also a motive that had pushed the footsteps of every in a date direction, the hallucinogen had brought away him with itself.
If you/he/she had been the layout of the notes or the words to bring back Angel toward the room of the piano, if it were even never it asked.
Gabriella, had simply followed perhaps it.
Emilio, lazy and annoyed, from that divanettos he was not even never moved.
If he/she saw them arrive I set, a black stambecco and an albino whale. The hand raced to the harpoon, and it extracted him/it from the closet for legitimate defense.
Angel collapsed from the other side of the couch, while blazes of various colors started to cross his/her visual field. A gilded arc flashed to the right from left. Where he arrested, there you/he/she could see Helen draw near.
You/he/she had still sniffed the plastic air on top of the staircases and you/he/she was fallen suffered from low, it almost frightened her/it to be himself/herself/themselves prey of the delirium in quota. Planted to the ground, it fought in vain against the inevitable incedere of the trance. But feeling the senses succumb, it didn't find anything else other than to look for comfort whereas you/he/she had always found him/it. Stirred therefore looking for his/her/their brother, and also ignoring where it was, the case or the spirits, made her take the correct direction.
She had come in also the room of the music, marked tightened by Charles Pezzali, very taken by his/her charge of virginal custodian to carry out him/it in this world as in that other.
This way all were found there, to the service of the spirits. Which would have appeared soon to the spicciolata, to unite himself/herself/themselves to them turns to the convivio without not even thanking.
The brain as a ricettore, here is the secret: chemically tuned in on another frequency, it is able to reach the invisible teachers. And the five brains around the piano were as ropes consonants, nicely you harmonize. Nobody knew him/it, anybody if it waited for him/it. Only the teachers and me, that I/you/they am the god of it.
The lightnings of light made him storm, they left behind of themselves a colored network.
As a torn curtain, came in scene the actor.
Angel started: he saw him/it sprout from behind the stipite of the door. It peered at him/it severe, without worrying too much himself/herself/themselves to hide himself/herself/themselves.
It was of human form, smaller than the shades of all the presents. It was naked, but without sex, the grey skin. How same observing him/it there were not doubtful: its enormous black eyes could not hide.
A hand touched Angel, that trembled of it. It perceived of Gabriella, that had assisted him/it in with maternal hurry I frighten him/it. It looked at her, then the door: the alien one there was not anymore. But Angel knew that you/he/she had not gone.
And Helen knew him/it, that felt grim looks aimed at itself, thrusted in too much beautiful.
Whoever pits around her, real or dreamt, it said a word her I set from every side, it felt the breaths as fidgety animals that studied her/it sniffing her/it of it.
You turned jerky, now here now there, where he/she thought about finding a hostile face. But solo white walls surrounded her/it, cold as the room of a hospital.
A phosphorescent white uniform dressed again Pezzali. Glie had sewn him/it I set the secret teachers, he/she thought of to see him/it to him. It felt happy us winding himself/herself/itself inside as a shroud. It rubbed the fabric finding only skin. Its skin shivered to every contact of so many hands that violated its authority. And it. What did it need protection?
Gabriella protected, watching over on the fears of Angel. It feared it feared, the young adone, and she could not bear him/it. Not in front of her, not to his/her spite.
Madly The hands groped.
Ricciuti masturbated him without removing the eyes of back from Helen. How much its beauty glowed wound in that motley vortex as a trumpet of air that it would have him moments risucchiata. In the changing coils, all of its arrapamento pirouetted.
A blinding shine invaded the room.
Terrorized angel was torn by the couch.
Lifted to strength by the ray, it squirted away from the room as shot by a catapult, and it raised him above the villa, the Brianza, the earth everybody.
That bastard of the grey nanetto, had been him.
You/he/she was passed through the walls, as devil you/they had done if he/she didn't even ask him/it. You/he/she had immediately slow down above the parking lot, almost that the alien ones granted him to give an eye to the car. It was there still. Then street, rapid, swallowed by a giant of metal.
Closed the eyes an instant, it perhaps fell asleep. You reawakened overpowered by the anguish, tied-up on an icy steel stretcher.
You knew naked, even if it didn't have the possibility to see him. You/he/she could accept only to be observed with rigor by about ten outlines in controluce. It distinguished the profiles of it, small heads shaved of abnormal proportions.
After days and days nailed to that bed, it felt a prickle to the penis. Family feeling, very similar to that of a terrestrial hand, of a dribbling mouth. But as you/he/she could be, if everybody around him were immovable in theirs threatening to investigate?
Also Helen judged him/it severe. It was her, dominant sister, sweaty of tears.
Too obsessions, too many m
onsters. Useless to describe them, painful to remember them. Helen staggered to the furious dance of the spirits and fell in knee.
It picked up the hands to the breast, when he/she saw an absorbed figure in the light.
It was a veiled outline, that rippled peaceful and reassuring. He/she heard the thoughts and the inclusive woman of it, friend, mother. Mother of mercy, whispered her not to have fears. To her Helen addressed his/her own prayers.
It opened the mouth to render you praise her.
But he/she didn't succeed her to speak since flood immediately felt her/it.
Charles Pezzali groaned, upright standing absorbed in his/her dream. From the mouth it bargains over it went out a dark roar, the inverted language caressed a mantra that from the navel it salivates through the throat, and it finished to wave over the shut lips, until on the summit of the head.
Gabriella was absorbed in the sound. It felt the music as if it sang her/it herself. Itself and other from itself as a bond costringente, while the hands caressed the wounded man, caresses ritmate on the pulsation sincopato of gone crazy hearts. Its oppressed heart howled liberty, and the bodice unbuttoned him, and the great breasts could fly free for the room.
Emilio Ricciuti was known naked, and all the monkeys of the forest laughed of it. How did you/they allow him ill-bred little animals? Cazzo you laugh, repugnant? It seized one of them, her before, the more guiltily near. That didn't wag him, he/she almost knew to have to undergo to the correct punishment.
Not lost time to intimidate her/it with the look: it immediately turned her/it making to bend her/it. As this leaned the earth hands, here it is to magnify instantly him turning himself/herself/itself into an elephant. That culos giant knew about good person, as purified by a detergent of brand.
A mountain of grey lust was offered him and he penetrated instantly her.
They were it howls, of surprise and to like.
Angel was sweeping a being that didn't succeed in seeing. It enjoyed, sure, and a lot. But you/he/she could not get away the feeling to be studied: breeding beast, selected phenomenon, whoever pits that shade on its cazzo, was not doing anything else other than to milk him/it.
It is Pezzali, impotent keeper, realized that that jumble of figures in tumult, twists the one to the others, you/they were not doing anything else other than sex. And their noise and their pleasure neighbor was too much him because you/he/she could doubt to do you/he/she departs in turn of it.
It was never so, sex was entirely almost excluded by the psychedelic calls, if not as it compensates for the rich ones, stubborn perverse, ignorant of the search and to the search of ignorant perversions.
Unless they were not the same teachers hidden to want him/it. And if so you/he/she had been, the end of the walk was more neighbor than you/he/she could be hoped.
Bright bulbs appeared to the I toll of deep percussions, more and more intense, more and more frequent. They were waves of seed that flowed to the point of the member going up again along the ducts.
The birds took the flight. Orgasms in unison, brooks of life, shed genetic traces, genocide of seeds.
Angel howled, of pain and to like.
He/she remained blind of it, while an overwhelming trip back conducted him/it to house.
His/her House, for a long time.
Ever seen that place, but he/she knew that you/he/she was returning us after a long exile.
Open boundless space, corridors traced with lights lattiginose that, intermittent, the footsteps drove him.
It walked beside endless cocoons of glass and metal. It avoided of soffermarvisi with the look, so much he/she abhorred what he/she knew you contained. They were in thousands, million perhaps. But his, to attend him/it, was still behind that angle.
The alien one already had him/it in arm.
Angel had the stomach in tumult.
Ecce homo thought the grey one, all one with the mind of Angel.
But which man is it able disattendere since the birth reason, pity, love and all the most narrow ties with the servant?
The teacher drew near, the narrow bundle in arm. Somehow you/he/she was loving him/it.
And that being loved anymore it, more Angel the schifava.
It was a clammy grey nanetto, that footstep after footstep modeled its form.
Now it was a baby, now a young woman.
Now, in front of him, eyes in the eyes there were its beloved Helen.
The fruit handed him.
His/her child.
Angel howled but from his/her throat you/he/she went out only vomit.
All howled, as risuonanti of an only percussion, vibrating bodies and infreddoliti.
Worn out within puddles of inexpressible liquids, five bodies had shared the night of the senses, nothing knowing, nothing saying.
Work prevailed, they fell asleep half nude, dirty and troubled.
To the awakening, each would have slunk away away, incapable to say the lived one. With itself, the alone awareness to separately have heard the voice of his/her/their Father. And the bitterness not to have understood its motto.