The sun turned red. John said "Beautiful! Love is something that flies." In the apartment time had stopped. Little things here and there that had marked his life until then seemed to disappear. Even God did not seem to recognize it as his son. Dall'abbaino the attic will continue to be the stars but the show could no longer amaze me. Everything was different, unequal, changed. He went into the bathroom and slipped in the shower. The hot water that fell violently on her skin reassured him. Thoughts led him in different ways. When closed the tap already knew what to do. Walked naked and wet in the bedroom, stopping in front of Louis XVI secretaire. He pulled a drawer. Inside was the sea that awaited him.
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