Saint Spirit

him/it in your eyes. Only that become me account than is difficult to make to shine the proper one to know on every situation in which is catapulted. For the nth time, I exhort you to observe, it witnesses the only solution the dark."

  Dafne, as stung by a sudden hurry, it inserted him in the dialogue telling the history of the veliero, of as you/they were suddenly aroused on that boat. He/she supposed to have been abducted with Saint from their house during the night, also not remembering at all the events that had intervened before their rape. It also told some strange meeting with the elderly hermit, up to the arrival in their village. Prometeo silently listened to everything without never asking close examinations or explanations respect to the story of the beautiful dame. The only his/her interventions in the monologue of Dafne were characterized by gestures not records served as the hands, or from signs of assent with the head. Ended ch'ebbe his/her history, Dafne it bursted in hiccups and it turned him toward Saint to sink the face on his breast. Saint was immovable, icy as a statue of marble. When they dismissed him from the house of Prometeo, him harshly Dafne attached.

  "Liar! Why do you lie? Who would have us abducted in the sleep? Why don't you admit that all has departed from one sick eccentricity of yours? Have been insincere for the nth turns! To that devil of game bushels playing, Dafne?"

  Her breath accelerated in a beating of eyelash, its face was red and the lips showily trembled her.

  "You are a simpleton! After what has happened, as can you pretend that I tell to this people of the so surreal situations to risk to have exchanged for charlatans, with the scary consequences that they would spring of it? Remembered that already once, on that ship, you have compromised, risking of it stuffed to kill both. I want to be only some most astute. Certain secrets are alone our. Do you want to understand him/it or no that we are alone on the same boat? I am victim as you of everything that that surrounds us!"

  Said this, turned him of Saint shoulders and it got further of run. This time he didn't pursue her/it to console her/it. It didn't try compassion for colei that had begun all for his/her love, jeopardizing then his/her same life because it loved him/it. He was fed up with the forgery, it was covetous of the truth, that manifested sooner him the possible with his/her magnificence, lucivago of every more slender demonstration of his, only it desired, in all of his/her most varied facets. Only departing to pick up pieces of truth, being careful to put even together his/her smallest splinters, you/he/she would have been able to hope, sooner or later, to reach the noble portal that would have conducted him/it to the salvation. Now, as would you/he/she ever have been able to accept that the lie, could obvious negation of the truth, reside still on the lips of its companion of trip?

  XX

  It was late night when a roaring noise aroused the whole village. To Dafne and Saint you/he/she had been delivered for lodging a house in disuse. Dafne was in bed already during the event, while Saint was out, on one of the bridges that connected the various residences on the trees. The event happened really in front of its eyes. After few you draft the house to few meters from him you/he/she was totally wound by the flames. From there to brief the whole population hastened out of his/her own houses and, acknowledged him the fire, it used him in all the ways to soothe that fire that would have been able to destroy the whole village. Saint and Dafne actively participated in the work of turning off of the fire. All the inhabitants, already trained for similar events, they immediately founded a human chain that recovered buckets of water from the near river to make her/it arrive until on the red hot tree. Thanks to the skill of the rescuers, soon the fire was tamed. The house was destroyed, but the enormous redwood, apart its leafy branches completely you singe, it was still standing. However tragedy had not been avoided. The citizens, that had worked very hard for extinguishing those flames, had kept on casting desperate glances, hoping to individualize in the middle of the swarm of rescuers the tenants of that house. Unfortunately the first ones that entered the skeletal framework of what you/he/she had been a comforting cottage, they found again him in front of two completely charred bodies. Manolo and Virna were an affectionate couple of cinquantenni that, not having had issue, they spent big part of their leisure time helping her other families to raise his/her children. For this you/they had become his/her uncles for antonomasia of all that boys grown under to their fond cares. He was low and sturdy with a round faccione and always smiling. You were beautiful, it had blonds hair, an ancient face from dame of other times and that kilos in more than you/he/she had put with the age you/they had served only to his make already sinuous and tempting forms of woman more prosperous. The friends that plain pians drew near to that horror had the terror to assist to the ineluctable goal of their friends. But in reality there was no anything of relative that gave testimony of the presence of their companions. The extraneousness of that burnt bodies and without form he/she left them incredulous. It made them seccar the tears on the cheeks, leaving him a terrible void inside.

  Prometeo was prey of an uncontrollable anxiety. The citizens, in that breaker, they turned around him all, looking for from him that composure and that lucidity that it set the stakes of the logic in that messy field of disturbance. He did violence to himself, it braked his/her emotions of man, of friend, to put an end to that dismay that risked to be transformed in blind panic. There was already someone who swore to have seen a monster fall from the tall one on the residence. Instead someone shouted that you/he/she had been a human being to hang the fire someone who wanted to sabotage their sacred job. That small village had the characteristics of a widened family and well soon, not having other human installations in the proximities, the anger of many men addressed the suspicions on the guests. That two sinister individuals that had not been clear since the beginning, that you/they had taken advantage of their generosity to make an attempt to their lives. Saint immediately realized the hostile looks of that people. With circumspection it drew near to Dafne and it told her:

  "Be nearby me, there is something that doesn't square me. I fear that the guilt of this misfortune is about to fall on our heads."

  It didn't do in time to pronounce these words to the ear of Dafne that a sixteen year-old young boy the sferròs a fist to the face. Saint succeeded in shunning the hit lowering himself/herself/itself and pushed the aggressor that fell in earth. The boy shouted him against accusing to be him/it the guilty one of the fire. The atmosphere of hate that made the air of that so heavy night to fold up the shoulders of the inhabitants of that village, finally found the strident one note of trumpet that declared opened the battle. It seemed a bull disguised by man the first one that hastened to the cry of the boy. A quarantenne, with a thick beard to compensate its baldness, he launched toward Saint. It departed with a forehand that Saint shunned, but immediately after the left one it went to target on the cheekbone. The occultist tottered, but you/he/she stayed standing. The other man, blinded by the anger, it still struck him/it with a hook to the temple breaking him the arc sopraccigliare, that started to plentifully bleed. The man was already in procinto to continue with a discharge of fists but Saint, realizing his/her intentions, you/he/she was thrown on him. It was an inconsiderate gesture. It went to beat against a mountain of muscles without making her/it shift of a millimeter. The man the sferròs a heading on the forehead, then an uppercut made to whistle the air the chin of Saint missing. A series of fists flew, all of the aggressor, that you/they struck Saint more and more times. He/she didn't want to fall, you/he/she would have been the end, but its legs surrendered and he found again I pour again in earth. The kicks that arrived were thunders against its ribs and its back. Saint tried, rolling himself/herself/itself to earth, to go out of the course of the hits. All of a sudden Dafne on the man; he however she also struck in face with a fist, and with a kick to the stomach the spread out ones to earth. That instant served to Saint to pick up a big stone, but he/she didn't succeed in getting up from earth and in few second the man it was on still him with its kicks. A group of people was asse
mbled around and it looked at the scene with the eyes blinded of irascible to like. It was as if they saw the assassin of their friends discount the correct punishment. Saint held tightened the stone among the joined palms on the breast. When the man he bent toward his/her lean face to shout him incomprehensible insults, he recalled all the energy that stayed him to strike him/it in head with the stone that tightened with both the hands. The man stepped backwards some footstep, you/he/she staggered and you/he/she fell in earth surprised. It had a depth cut on the side of the skull, the blood you/he/she had already covered him half face, dirtying him the neck and the dresses. The other men hesitated incredulous, but in few instants their thirst of revenge it immoderately grew. They launched snarling against Saint that it still lay sat in earth. They also did in time them to strike him/it with some soccers up to that an imperious cry didn't terrorize the group of aggressors.

  "Thing devil is doing? Animals, street of here!"

  Prometeo he launched in the middle of the group. It was a middle aged man,