In Bologna there is the sea, everybody knows that. However you feel the flow of water from rivers that cross the Po. Channels hidden architecture pimp, carrying bottles without messages in the damp darkness of ancient groundwater.
It 's a trivial town Sunday to the gardens. A lawn of bodies in the sun consoles the desire of the beach. Costumes, suntan lotion and squeals of children complete the trick and we are victims of a conscious deception, we are on the Riviera.
On grassland, which returns the lazy days of past moisture, roll a ball American. A dog chasing a Frisbee and a small fluorescent woman is wearing a walking cloud sugar that tastes like country fair and carnivals. Lying on the grass listening
distracted the student spirit of a group of friends. "How you keep the salad in the refrigerator" and "How many years living camels" are just the beginning of an exchange of words that makes me smile while illegal in My eyes closed dissolves the green eyes that did not see again.
The calm reigns on the afternoon Felsineo. The old snort the fresh air of the branches of trees and strange tattoos blueggiano on the skin of skaters.
"Francis!" Cries a mother with a cool drink in hand.
Two girls look and burst out laughing.
"Frank" to call back.
"These women can not even look after a child!" Said a guy with a newspaper under his arm.
"Francis! Francesco ", the cry insists secure.
"Francis! Francis! Francis! "Becomes despair.
goliards I leave the chatter and reach the woman stirred. Your child is five years old, shorts and a bright red T-shirt. He says it's gone.
"Francis!" Back screaming.
"Francis!" Her voice choking. A committee
suddenly mobilized. Silenced, the two men standing by as the fear that deforms the face of the woman in another stifling tears cry.
Someone called the police. The collective flow
dramatic news reports. Pedophilia, abductions, the black market of the corneas. The woman continues marks the time to cry and endless minutes.
"Francis! Francis! "Call in chorus. The entire lawn is silenced, when the eyes meet unbelievers among the children who stopped to smile and trees that create dangerous areas of shadow, a red shirt advances weeping and humiliated. The mother sees it without looking. Reborn. "I was just trying a fountain!" Mumbles through her tears. The two embrace. The alarm. The guys back in the sun while you can still hear voices shouting "Francis!" I think that when you love someone, you should never lose sight of it.
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