Look Me In The Eye Of Aricon mi osserva poco più in là. Trascino le mie Caterpillar lasciando profondi solchi e alzando più polvere di due bruchi intenti a farsi strada in un faggio secco. Fatico a smettere di scuotere la testa. Tutto questo è troppo. Se non fossi morto morirei.
"I don't like Cats, Claudio. Not to mention brucats, bwah ah ah aah aaaaahhhh!"
E' un idiota ma questo is the maximum I can do to ease the tension.
"Battutona, Merlin, next year in 'La Sai L'Ultima?'. Some time ago I thought I would offer me one of those TV shows where the audience laughing for sbellica of bullshit. And I see, they pay. I wanted to present a monologue full of puns and nonsense jokes, humor and gruesome cross, a little barbs on women and the phenomenon of your nephew on a leash. do you think would work? "
"I do not know what you mean, when I figured if I live to spend time watching television. Figa and pallets, my dear Bamboccio, fuck and play, fuck e giocare, altro che, ah!"
E così dicendo, comincia a grattarsi come un ossesso l'orecchio destro con la zampa posteriore, perdendo l'equilibrio e capriolando su se stesso per tornare alla posizione iniziale con gli occhietti neri di nuovo fissi nei miei.
"Stavamo dicendo...?"
"Parlavamo di fenomeni ma tu hai vinto. Quanto manca al pozzo?"
"Dipende. In teoria saremmo già dovuti essere arrivati ma credo tu abbia bisogno di adattarti. Stai ancora pensando a quel che hai lasciato dall'altra parte, vero?"
True. And how can I not think of Monica. I do not give anything to be dead by now, but it lost me is intolerable. Much better not to see my mother or my sister. O Glaucus. Daniel. Raffaella. My friends Max. And yes, I have not yet adapted. Monica. You've been wading in a river of my guano until I decided to drown. Why? Why? I really thought of being able to do something to save time and lives? I really believed in the words of Eleonera? I felt the Chosen, the Chosen One, but instead I was just Lelletto, the worst subject Appia Latino. Idiot. Dead balls. What happened that I did.
Merlin trots to the handful of preposterous heroes before me. He puts in the wake behind the undead and just get to throw the sticks its nose up the ass. Claudia grins, turning and trying to give a slap on the face of the stupid dog that returns to rocket to me.
"See, Try to do it, but stupid dog!"
I know I repeat myself, but as time goes on, the more I am convinced of shit done. One dead, a giant pine nuts and a sort of scarecrow dressed as a lumberjack with a Bulgarian prostitute. Minus Habens accompanied by a four-legged reading the thought. Help.
Norma. She did not I miss her. And this is strange, very strange. My shadow white, bitter misfortune my beloved, my best excuse for any denial. No, sorry, I do not know who to leave. No, really, I can not, I have come home to take her out. Yes, I'd deal with it but who is now out of Rome. I was late because he had a seizure, I spent two Piotte to operate and can not afford to miss a dinner at the Chinese, I have to run because he has problems with incontinence castration. Poor love, god me lightning. Here there is no standard, there are no excuses. "Do or do not, there is no try." What the fuck we do?
The sky is a shade white on the tops of the mountains of madness. Large birds of a black blacker than black run in circles on the giant trees of a forest a few kilometers away. In a short space nature blooms almost forgetting the barren area on which we walk. There is a star that enlightens us, the light seems to come from everything around us, the essence of light which remains after death. In death, shooting straight without making any further questions, I will arrive when the time comes, but until then the ghosts of the living, the faces of the goods lost, make heavier my every step.
I look at Claudia. Her legs, her butt. I do not feel nothing, not a shred of desire. Perhaps only the sadness that I rise to the lack of emotion. The same sense of sadness of the loss. What happened to my mom that I did.
One throws away birds dive at a speed unimaginable to crash to the ground. From the swirl of black feathers rising from the impact caused a sort of golden sphere. Reached several meters in height, it begins to vibrate and radiate a very strong light, to force us to close our eyes. When he opened them, the bird that had been smashed to the ground takes the flight to get his teammates. I know what I saw, please tell me something but I can not focus the mind. I'm missing something to understand, perhaps I have not hand in all elements that I need to decrypt this event. Or maybe there's nothing to understand and this part of the dead can not commit suicide and you can have fun trying, boh. But the Golden Ball?
We are almost there to the forest. Among the enormous trees, naked men in hats with wide leaves are watching us. I can not help laughing.
"Who so'sti crazy?"
"There is nothing to laugh about, are the Guardians of the Well. If you do not pass the test will not make us go."
"I'm like the Knights of the Tie of Monty Python?"
"Eh ...?"
"Forget it. Buongiorno foreigners, be friends and we come in peace!"
I hear Merlin's mouth shut around my calf.
