I look up and lock my gaze onto Mauro’s soft eyes, pitch black. The sun floods his face by half, while the umbrella casts an oblique shade on the other side of him.
Such is life: lights and shadows.
The day is beautiful and the moment intense, torn between joy and anticipation of longing. I blink, and during my blink I see myself crossing the desert in a car, a trailer hooked behind us with our belongings. A new start, with our past right behind us, following closely. Blue sky, arid flatlands sprawled below the infinite horizon. I turn around and see Jack smiling on the passenger’s seat.
I’ve made a mess out of my life, but I still don’t want to let it go. Not in this bright day. I’ve corrupted myself, and yet, as I reopen my eyes and notice cappucino’s foam on Mauro’s nose I laugh – and for this one instant my laugher is pure joy, uncorrupted happiness.
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