In the dream, Claudio and I are in a huge green lawn, with lots of grassy hills, looks like a golf course, but some of them have a door and windows at the base. Do you expect to see Frodo out at any moment.
Norma is the crazy, running and chasing butterflies, jumps and falls as the most awkward of topicane gets up and barking at us. The sun is up and enlighten us all as a wonderful love.
"How wonderful this place, Cla '."
Suddenly a cloud, the meadow is dark and my vision goes to black and white. A big man, a little bit Commissioner Maigret and Nero Wolfe, is published by a house-Hill. He takes off his hat and presents.
"Hi Monica, it was time we met in person."
I turn to my man but it's gone, and also no trace of the white dwarf.
"Who are you? I know, is a friend of Claudio?"
"And now. My name is Mario, Mario Maggi. I think the good Claudio has talked about me."
The golf course has become a playground Children of the Sixties. One slide, two swings, a carousel and the man with the pony.
"Ponies! I love ponies! Where is Norma, I want to take a ride!"
But Norma is gone, as Claudio.
"Mario Mario Mario, make me take a ride on pony? Come on, please please please!"
Monica girl pulls her coat dell'omone that, with a melancholy smile, puts it on the horse.
E 'happy, he had forgotten the immensity of these moments, the simplest and most intense pleasures. The joy, the thrill of adventure, fear that makes her feel brave at the same time gives you the confidence that the presence of that gentleman.
"I love you, Mario!"
"Monica?"
It 's the voice of Eleonora. While regained consciousness, I slowly clears the view. E 'together with others never seen. That carry the shirts. Claudio ... God, no.
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