Among twenty minutes we enter the new day. Tomorrow would be the birthday of my friend Sabina, which has not gone for three years, in July three years ago is gone in a motorcycle accident. A new experience for me, new skin.
We were greeted in Rome about a week ago, around the shops of Via del Corso, and then to his house, or rather, his parents were always on the road and gave her the feeling of living alone, me too that at times I moved her. So that night we got to his house, I have taken a shower and she gave me a orange dress she did not like anymore and I was fine that afternoon I had just bought some earrings orange. His bed the center of the room was the place of these exchanges, advice, chat, snorting, laughing, yawning. We were a bit 'there, while first one then the other we dressed, and then we went downstairs for a pizza. It was all so light that evening, with the taste of the heat that soothes and gives you relief. I had a new lip gloss, and she broke the opening spring, so in return I got a sample of pink lipstick he had found in a newspaper.
We discovered a while 'is our way of being funny. We liked being together, but we did not have much in common. It was something more reassuring, as one would imagine a long-standing relationship . A report setting out when you least expect to find out the other side you never said, that make you laugh, that make you find. I miss not
it close, but especially those who have close hours has not known. Seeking sometimes the closeness of his family, his sister, his brother, his mother. But there is always something choking, withholding, I would not have the right to ask for some 'memory, stories, photos.
It 's a question without an answer, every thought that goes to her, every memory, every nostalgia. There is only the certainty of how easy it is to feel good together.
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