Saint Spirit

unfortunately the paradisiacal atmosphere of Boscocittà is broken and the fear insinuates him in the human mind. The people become cruel and without scruples. They will be already formed groups of people ready to take the control of the village with the strength. You are too nearby me and they will never accept your command. Listen well to me, Ivo, these people don't have all the blames to distrust me, that monster really had my face! I have seen nearby him from, believe me! If I told everybody that that being, also having my semblances, it is not at all connected to me, in few they would believe in my word, but I am sure that you believe me. I don't absolutely know as that monster can have my face and I don't even succeed in imagining me what perfidious mind has been able to create this sorcery. It will be your turn to discover him/it. Be of vital importance that you bring yourself behind Dafne, must protect her/it more than all of your same companions, also comes before yours and of my family herself, remember him/it! I know that it will seem you absurd, but you must trust me, Dafne it represents the key of the equilibrium of our world. It is incomprehensible, I know him/it, but you reflect only on the fact that from when she has come with his/her companion, the energy around the village is totally changed.

  "The guilt is his!" sbottò of a breath Ivo.

  "No, must never think him/it!Prometeo " shouted "she is the alone one that could save you! Who of us he/she succeeds in warning the aura of the other ones you/he/she has immediately realized that she didn't have him. In truth it is really the contrary one, its aura is very expanded that it penetrates everything around us, inclusive me and you; then understand that if she died, the energy of everybody and everything would die! It seems insane, but I assure you, dear Ivo, that these instants before the death are granting me the aegis of the whole wisdom and the perspicacity accumulated during my existence. Ivo, salute whom you are able, but he/she everything thinks about her. If the safe ones, will save all of your darlings, if she dies, all must be lost!"

  Prometeo bursted to cough and the lips were dyed some red of his/her blood.

  "Ivo, is about to die, it makes to enter my family and I pray you, you also stay, I want to die nearby with you. It waits, a last thing. When you will have succeeded in your assignment and who has followed you it will be to the sure one, I beg you to do something for me. My daughter finds, Sabrina, insureds that is well."

  "You/he/she will be done, Prometeo, has my word on everything" Ivo said, shaking the hands of Prometeo.

  "Thanks friend, faults to enter" Prometeo whispered, reduced by now to a mask of pain.

  XXVII

  Ivo walked to head of the rope of people to his/her I continue with. You/he/she had succeeded in convincing many of the inhabitants to follow him/it, but as many you/they had not believed him or you/they had not accepted the fact ch'egli he/she took the reins of the command and you/they had decided to stay in the village. You/he/she was invaded by a sense of dismay and fear ogniqualvolta it considered to the people remained to the village. It realized that perhaps their fate was already marked, and the desperation and the discouragement to have separated the destinies of the people of its village didn't rest. Of other song, however, you/he/she had to maintain his/her mind shinier possible. It was responsible of those people who had believed him, that submitted their lives in his/her hands. Him, of you/he/she was simply performing however the dispositions of Prometeo. Of his/her head you/he/she would never have invited his/her companions to hide in the forest. Waiting what then?

  It abandoned his/her house, ch'era that of his/her parents and of his/her grandparents until to reach the most remote generations of his/her genealogical tree, to shelter him in the unknown one, hostile forest. Why was not there more Prometeo? Why had not you/he/she been him granted the possibility to have nearby still his/her head? It was him that it had clear in head the situation. What had tried to explain him, before dying, it was indeed something of complicated and Ivo knew for some that Prometeo was hocked at the most for simplifying the more possible the complexity of his/her vision. Who knows how many things you/he/she had concealed him to make him less twisted the picture of the situation. Of however Ivo knew his/her possibilities and his/her limits. Mother Nature had furnished him a mighty body, apparently indestructible, a great heart and a lion determination but the thinness of certain ways to think left him/it struck dumb, deaf in front of things that it didn't even suspect you/they could be conceived and above all to see.

  Dafne walked to his shoulders, close to the family ones of him. Also this point of the words of Prometeo they were entirely him dark. How could you/he/she hide the salvation of their world behind the features of that fascinating woman of which few entrusted him? The women! He was in love perdutamente of Sabrina, it waited only that some was grown more to openly declare to her. He would have succeeded in managing the whims of the beloved one, you/he/she would have been a good husband, you/he/she would have had the whole patience of the world to make her/it reason and to forgive her his/her follies. It was certain that you/he/she would not have been easy to live with her, but he loved him and you/he/she would have accepted everything, also to be nearby her. Now, however, he/she didn't even know more where it was and its dreams seemed only the remote imagination of a child too grown. You frightened to imagine his/her body, too much big and powerful, as the cause that had made his docile too heart and his to think too much childish. Protected by that invincible armor, heart and mind you/they had been adolescent, you/they had not been forced to face the rawness of the life and accordingly you/they had not become adult. Absorbed in his/her thoughts that as soon as influenced by the discouragement for the misfortune of that period, he was turning into real paranoias, Ivo didn't realize that Dafne had reached him and it walked nearby him. Of sudden she began:

  "You really know where you are bringing there? And above all I want to know if a prisoner I am considered, considering that you have given order to yours to never lose me sight."

  Ivo turned him of release to observe her/it. It fixed her look, so magnetic and intense, and moved by a sudden childish embarrassment it immediately lowered the look meeting in front of itself the formidable neckline of Dafne. She wore a light blouse that had lost the first buttons also tearing himself/herself/itself some on the right side during the disorders of the village. Ivo had of forehead two prosperous more hidden breasts, one of which it was more discovered of the other because of the laceration of the fabric. The forced march in the forest had imbued the fabric of sweat making almost accordingly it transparent. Ivo warned his/her cheeks dye him of red, while the language was dried him in throat. It raised again the look on her face, and without pronouncing word it turned the head continuing the walk, as if nothing had been asked him. The terror appropriated him of him when it warned the beginning of an arrogant person erection in its pants. Of certain she would have noticed him/it, Ivo wore only an open gilet on the naked breast and a pair of pants of fustagno.

  Meanwhile Dafne, conscious of its charm, had realized to full the embarrassment of the giant and this it gave her an incommensurable power. The new head would rather have been easy to be managed. You would have succeeded this way in not making himself/herself/themselves turn into the scapegoat of this whole ugly story. Strongly of that moment, cunningly Dafne insisted to question Ivo:

  "If don't answer, to this point I deduce that I am free to do what I want, therefore I opt for not following you more and to go to look for my companion!"

  Says this, the dame stopped him and made the gesture to start him in the opposite direction, but the big hand of Ivo immediately tightened her an arm, firmly stopping her/it.

  "You cannot go from any part, it is for your his/her own good and if I am forced to say you that six a prisoner to make you remain with us, then I declare that from this moment in then I am your jailer. I beg you to keep on following me."

  Saying this, Ivo encircled with the arm her body and if it approached him on the side, the walk proceeding. He warned so sensual her heat on his/her skin, while the erotic perfume that was em
itted by that splendid body of woman wound him/it so much that the emotions that gathered him/it stunned him/it. It was the hit of grace to his/her attempt to maintain the control of his/her senses. Before still that if he realized same of it, a preponderant erection it polled from the lower part of his/her pants, him sticking mocking on the naked abdomen. She immediately noticed the excitement of the man and a languid itch it crossed her the low abdomen. That strong arm kept on encircling her life, so that to make her abdomen a particularly erogenous zone. Ivo was red fire in face, being ashamed himself/herself/itself bitterly to have been cultured in fault from the beautiful dame. Now if it tightened her/it to itself to avoid that the looks of the others to their shoulders acknowledged something. You aimed him in full face an illegible look, some accomplice and some derisive. It mentioned him a smile and gently it removed his arm around his/her life, also him remaining adherent to the body to save him/it from the embarrassment.

  When they placed the heavy backpacks next to a depressed clearing, surrounded by the thick of friendly secular pines, all were destroyed, tired and hungry. They