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Comforted by the certainty not to be seen, Geneva slunk away from the window of his/her room. Pietro would have spent the night in the barracks of Montevecchio. The ruler was fallen for a long time as usual already in a deep catalepsy.
You heard the yelp of Pipizziri originate from the back of the residence, then it stopped, delivering Geneva to the embrace of the wood. It didn't have appointment with Lucio, but he/she knew ch'egli it spent around his/her nights for the woods. You/he/she would have found her, it was sure of it. For a while the epileptic crises had weakened. Geneva had riassaporato the taste of an usual life, a taste that its gustatory papilles had even difficult to recognize, and it now started to think that it was the love of Lucio his/her medicine.
The red woodpeckers exhibited him in a concert barcamenante. Their tapping oscillated with the frinire of the crickets, that seemed the foundation of a falsetto of voice teacher represented by the screeching of an owl.
Geneva advanced in the night, beautiful and celestial as a warm light coming from another world; and in his/her comparisons they seemed to also feed respect the bugs that infested the wood; they wandered around her, humming, bombando, but without inflicting her an only puncture.
By now it was distant from house but not for this it had intention to stay himself/herself/themselves. That walk did her/it feel long live and integral part of what surrounded her/it a soul submerged in the lukewarm sea of the emotions.
The roar of a buck in the composition of the wood. Opposite, its figure was a rare joy for the eyes. Geneva was seduced by the loveliness with which that splendid animal was able to turn some simple movements into a physical poetry. The buck jammed, scrutinizing her/it without even not moving a muscle. It lifted a leg and, as if you/he/she had understood not to have to fear nothing, trotting left the scene.
To cross that line of wood during the night electrified Geneva. Who did in the daytime it it didn't receive the same feelings. And that was a place that in the daytime of people he/she saw so many of it: hungry people to the search of a help of mother nature to put something under the teeth. From when the war was instigated, on the mountain you/they had raided of everything. The healthy taste of mushrooms and spontaneous grasses you/he/she was become a fleeing baluginio. Even the berries of myrtle and corbezzoli had disappeared, and the absence of their vivacious colors impoverished the arboreal cloth.
Geneva sat him above a rocky spike had been smoothing for the time. He/she listened to the nature. Making echo to the acoustic effects of the fauna started to sing, and that voice had few to envy to its physical aspect. If Lucio had had some working eardrums, you/he/she would have believed to be behind the coasts of the island of the Procis, together with Ulisse, to listen to the seductive song and kidnapper of the sirens. «Oh partisan, hands me street, oh beautiful hi, beautiful hi, beautiful hi, hi, hi, oh partisan, hands me street, the invasor you/he/she has arrived.»
But Lucio was everything anything else other than a partisan and you/he/she would not have brought away her; it was not able. For him you/he/she had already been difficult to cut out him a space in the narrow world of Montevecchio, to escape and to face from the principle a new reality terrorized him/it. His/her immense shade emerged by the obscurity of an oak, projecting himself/herself/itself on the ground without you/he/she could be understood where it finished and where those started some trees instead.
Geneva smiled and kept on singing lifting himself/herself/itself from the boulder. It walked and it sang advancing verse of him. They met fifty-fifty road. They looked in the eyes and then they tightened him in an overwhelming embrace. Geneva the takings for a hand and it continued with to sing. They started to circle, dancing and dreaming to be elsewhere to the staircase in Milan. The public applauded skinning himself/herself/itself the hands and asking the encore: it was the crepitante ovation of the red woodpeckers. The song finally dissolved him, as if the head of the turntable was jumped. Geneva caressed with both the hands the graven breast of Lucio. It removed his long red hair that partly they covered him the defaced face. It didn't find him/it ugly, his/her eyes now they had the ability to go beyond the subject and to see the beauty of the feelings.
Realize to want to make the love. You unthread the thin negligee of celestial silk and it carefully deposited her/it above a bush of corbezzolo. Its firm and generous breast sparkled under the moon. Geneva folded up him, unthreading himself/herself/itself of the panties of black end, and it appeared in his/her nudity, of a dazzling beauty. This time you/he/she would not be denied as you/he/she had done with Daniel Minghetti in the kitchen of the guesthouse. Lucio witnessed unarmed that unreal creature. By instinct the malformation of the face was grazed and, despite it still brought the pantalonis, very more nude felt him him than Geneva was not him/it; naked inside, of a boundless nudity.
Perhaps, really for that internal contrition, when Geneva undressed him/it his/her punishments it was limp. You understood his/her embarrassment and it started to masturbate him/it. The first imperceptible contact would have been enough with only its fingers to do yes that the penis lifted him aiming the navel. Lucio was victim of a brutal erection; the feeling of void tried first had been replaced by the madness of the hormones.
Geneva already knew the sex. You/he/she was happened very soon, when the memoirs of his/her mother had started to fade. To the epoch it was only fourteen years old and unlike a lot of other girls he/she remembered with pleasure that first time. He/she remembered the excitement and the confusion of his/her thoughts, he/she remembered the feeling that had overwhelmed her as him same to commit something of profane. But what was stamped in his/her mind in indelible way it was the instant that had preceded the penetration: one brief period but along a life, where you/he/she had trembled believing to lose the only thing that nobody would ever have been able her to return. What every woman believes to be able to maintain for ever: the chastity.
You was invaghita of a young sottoufficiale from the kind ways and after a few times that you/they were frequented you/they had made the love. It called Giovanni and Geneva it didn't exaggerate at all saying that it was very beautiful. They seemed facts the one for the other, beautiful and young people. Geneva was sure that, if Pietro and she had not departed for Montevecchio, he would have him of certain gotten married. The night, it sometimes waked up again him petrified. He/she dreamt the moment in which you/he/she had waved a white handkerchief greeting forever Giovanni from the back seat of the auto of his/her father. You/he/she had been hard to forget him/it.
For Lucio instead it was everything different. The only contact with the skin of a woman had tried him with his/her mother, and even too often. For her, to reward with a caress that phenomenon from booth, had represented an effort spropositato from which to gradually recover himself/herself/themselves before granting him a new time.
Lucio had lived seeing his/her brothers to grow covered with hurries, the same hurries that for him they were dead with his/her father.
«Thing there is love?» Geneva whispered him arousing him/it from that memoirs scoundrels.
Lucio read the labial one and understood. It grinded. It had once at that time to think for to himself and the woman that it loved, fottendosene of what you/he/she had been and that you/he/she would have liked to scrape off up to the last leftover from his/her conscience.
Geneva scrutinized him/it deeply and it felt him fortunate to have found him/it that day of almost one year before. You/he/she had glimpse him/it to the dusk from the window of his/her room. In country you/he/she had felt to often talk of the enormous boy to the marked face and always with a little flattering tones. But she had never seen him/it before that night. You/he/she had spied him/it hiding himself/herself/itself behind the curtain. When you/he/she had finally succeeded in seeing his/her face, you/he/she had felt an instinctive repugnance and the mouth was covered for avoiding that its amazement wandered up to Lucio. From that night you/he/she had taken the habit to place himself/herself/th
emselves in front of the window and to spy him/it while with graced calm it lost him in the wood.
Tziu Prinzis, the barkeeper of the circle dopolavoro, prepared for the miners he/she knows bombetta: a gotten drink mixing three quarters of vermentino with a quarter of foam. Geneva hated the white wine but he/she adored the sweet taste of the foam and the little bubbles that tickled her the palate. For her to look at Lucio had been as to drink he/she knows bombetta of tziu Prinzis, increasing every day the dose of foam. More foam added to the white wine and I leads the taste it seemed her bad. The day when the quantity of foam had overhung the dry taste of the white wine had arrived. While it was staring at Lucio from behind the curtain, you/he/she had realized not to have made case to his/her horrible face, for the first time. Every night, in to see him/it, a small fragment of repugnance was dissolved, thin to water completely its image. Geneva had begun to make case to his/her perfect physicist, to his/her shiny hair and the great sad eyes. He/she wondered that heart could have that boy that sent away his similar and it was sheltered in the wood. Without not even knowing why, you/he/she had followed him/it to distance, surprising to deprive him/it him of his only piece of daily bread for sfamare a wounded small pup of fox. That gesture of generosity had made her stagger the heart to the point to appear. You/they were known and you/they had taken to almost all meet himself/herself/themselves the nights, bringing both to eat to the small fox. Once reestablished, the animal had abandoned forever them leaving in pawn a strong friendship.
Geneva had remained then distant from Lucio for quite a lot days. An unknown feeling had become entangled in her stomach as a snake and you/he/she had been afraid to admit that it dealt with nostalgia. Lucio didn't speak but its gestures did him/it for him, outlining a gentleness and a brittleness that Geneva had never found in a man.
You/he/she had decided to see him/it again. In front of him account was made that the time had sweetened the face of Lucio in its memoirs. Seeing started him/it, again projected in the reality. Few instants had been enough, some gesture, a smile, to do yes that the usual mask of gentleness slipped on the atrocious face of Lucio impeccably hiding him/it as an ideology pirandelliana. Daniel had never been so kind with Geneva. He thought first to himself, only later, if some small stayed of proper love, it spent him/it for her.
Before every nighttime meeting with Lucio, Geneva had taken to put make up on himself/herself/themselves. You said not to want to delude him/it; she is always liked to put make up on himself/herself/themselves, it didn't do him/it please he, repeated to herself. But the fear that was really this way instead it didn't allow her to be rational in his/her analyses.
While is being sat on the shores of the source of he/she Knows it will Lose, Lucio had mentioned to take her hand. You was instinctively withdrawn. Perhaps from another man you/he/she would be made to take the hands, but not from him, in that way from persons in love moreover. It didn't understand that feelings were those that it tried for him: compassion, friendship but not love, hoped. In the hardest enterprise was risked for a human being: to lie to a person that knows very well the truth. A called person" him same."
An evening, session traveled in the auto with Daniel. You/they had seen Lucio climb homeward in the hill his/her. Daniel had opened the car window and, cradled by the fact that Lucio could not feel, you/he/she had howled: «Lord and gentlemen, here to you the monster of Montevecchio!»
Those words had gotten an almost physical pain to Geneva, that had felt the sad eyes of Lucio place him on her. They implored her to defend him/it. You/he/she had been pervaded by a latent anger. «You are a stupid, Daniel!»
Daniel had looked at her surprised and you/he/she was tapped some times the finger index on the temple, in an eloquent gesture. «But are you crazy?»
The maternal protection for a defenseless mind like that of Lucio had swept away the last hesitations that held back Geneva to send Daniel in the same one set of which was gone out twenty-four years before. «Creeds that has chosen him to be this way? You are really a stupid. When with your friends are I am certain that you also laugh at me, of my illness» you/he/she had howled him in face. «Stopped!»
«It tries to calm you, Geneva.» Daniel had reproached her without tearing off the foot from the pedal of the accelerator.
Geneva had grabbed the steering wheel of release and there was missed little that the auto invaded an uliveto. «Stopped, I have told you!» you/he/she had howled with more vehemence. You/he/she had gone down from the auto beating him/it counter and leaving astounded Daniel. You/he/she had gotten further showing off a scurrilous language worthy of a brothel.
From child, when it attended the school, the epileptic crises often struck her/it in the classroom. You pissed completely I set. The other children, to the fear of it of the lessons, they put her/it to the center of a great girotondo and they sang together all: «Geneva the pisciona! Geneva the pisciona!» You threw him to earth crying; praying that the soul of his/her mother picked her/it up and brought her/it distant from that bad children. Now it was imagined that, to the center of that girotondos, a child as Lucio you/he/she had to be ends us every day of his/her life. All had sung him: «Lucio the monster! Lucio the sordomuto! Lucio the latrine!» And he was thrown to earth, without not even knowing what the other children howled him, crying and trembling while the vortex of the girotondo accelerated.
Stunned by that thoughts, Geneva perceived a salty taste to the angles of the mouth. It carelessly dried the tears, as if you/they had been cried from qualcun'altra. Lucio was silent.
After the quarrel with Daniel, the feeling of friendship that tried toward of Lucio was confined inside a chrysalis. That same day had been her to shake its hands in the wood, marveling himself/herself/itself of as they were warm and great normal hands, identical hands to those of Giovanni and Daniel. You/he/she had stared at him/it in his/her great sad eyes and a knot the you/he/she had become knotted in throat. Without realizing his/her lips of it you/they had gone to graze those of him. The tangle was loosened. The chrysalis had opened and from the caterpillar of the friendship you/he/she had taken life a fantastic butterfly of love, Argema and from the thousand colors.
The metamorphosis was finished.
The red woodpeckers remembered in Geneva that distant one year was found by that thoughts. It made to sit Lucio above a tender grassy carpet. He didn't oppose resistance and it slipped down clumsily. Geneva slowly forked his legs on the sides and descents with the basin, up to make to lean out the member among his/her great lips. When Lucio penetrated him to her it allowed to escape a moan of pleasure. It was beautiful to make the love in that position, thanks to which was possible to perceive in the eyes of the other the uncontrollable emotions and the fire of the passion.
Making strength on the legs, Geneva it undertook a latch, an erotic dance from the form accattivante. Lucio tightened her breasts with red-hot hands. In the transport from the excitement graced him movements they became soon an impetuous and uncontrollable fusion to which it was impossible to escape. Geneva forgot in that instant to be a woman of good family and on the thresholds of the sexual apogee it howled everything of his/her enjoyment. Lucio accompanied his/her swing with impetus. The violent orgasm arrived in simultaneous and it seemed to last an eternity. Their gasping moans overhung any other sound of the wood.
They slipped to earth exhausted, bathed by the seed of the passion. In the air an admixture of odors fluttered that to Geneva it still gave more magic of its first time. It climbed on the extended body of Lucio and it passionately looked at him/it; he/she kissed him/it.
The dawn brought with itself a sky lattiginoso able to create around them a bright aura. «I feel you mine, Lucio, as has ever felt mine any other.» The reflections feared by the marshal had a base and now also a certainty: also Lucio loved as Geneva you/he/she would have been able to do any other human being on the face of the Earth and perhaps of the universe.