Dec 29, 2015
dalla serie E poi verrà la nebbia
“Giulietta”, 2015
© Franco Monari
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dalla serie E poi verrà la nebbia
“Giulietta”, 2015
© Franco Monari
December 29th , 2015 : I don’t know you, do I?
I came from the bank and saw four people standing a little confused around the corner to my house. I was thinking that they would be searching for the entrence of our appartment building (it’s a little hidden and is hard to find it for strangers)
“Are you searching for 42? Then just follow me, I’ll show!” To my suprise only one of them followed me. We went to the apartment building and showed him the information on the wall with all the names and numbers of the dwellers.
“Thanks” said this person (B). For a little moment we looked into each others eyes and suddenly I got an weird feeling. The feeling you get when you know you’re going to miss someone.
“I don’t know you, do I?” I asked him, not sure if it was a question to him or to myself.
He laughed and my heart skiped a beat. “ No, you don’t know me.”
I nodded at that and went up to my appartment. One thing I didn’t heard was how he added: “ But I know you”
Arriving at home I found my parents infront of the window in the kitchen. They had opened the window and talked to B, I figured out.
“ There is this boy outside. And he’s asking for you…Care to explain?” , my father asked carefully. I started to panic a little bit, since I didn’t know him. I thought maybe I have known him, just didn’t recognized him? But that would be impossible.
“I don’t know that person, I’m not goibg down!”
“ Stop fooling around, go down and call him up”, and so I did I went down and greeted him. He went inside and sat in our living room next to dad and mom . I went to the kitchen once more to make some coffee.
After we drank some coffee together my parents said that they would leave because of some buissness. So we were left alone again.
“Why didn’t you tell me you came because of me?” , I confronted him.
“Well, would you have shown me the way to your house if I did?”, he asked in return. And in this point he was right, I wouldn’t have shown him the way to the appartment building.
“So? Would that be a problem?” I sassed back and started cleaning. In the kitchen, what seemed like the favorite place today. I started cleaning and washing.
Suddenly I felt someone stepping beside me. So close, no one else has been this close to me. I sighed and turned around.
“What is it?” I looked down. I didn’t dare to look into his eyes.I was afraid of all the emotion I would find there.
“Nothing. I just thought it would be better using the quality time we have now, since it doesn’t happen that often.”, I blushed at that.
With a little pause ahead I asked in a low voice : “ Why didn’t you tell me?”
He came a little closer and touched my hair lightly. “ Tell you what, babe?”
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“You know what, stop playing with me” I complained. “ let’s go back to the living room” , I took his hand and pulled him with me.
In the living room I pushed him down to the sofa, so he would sit. But he was still holding my hand tight, he pulled me on his lap and made me sit comfortably . I felt my cheeks heat up. He knew it would happen, so B chuckled. His chest vibrating with every sound he made.
“You know I get weak when you are like this”
“what do you mean?” , I whispered. Damn, why was I so shy around him?
“Blushing, being shy. It’s different from the usual I get to see from you” , with his words I somehow relaxed a bit and gave in into his arms. B is a magician, he has manipulated my parents and me aswell. Still I can’t seem to let go of him, why was he like this with me ?
“ Stop manipulating me, that’s mean. And where did you sent my parents, you creep.” , I mumbled into his chest. Why does this feel so right?
“ Well, I’m not manipulating you, babe. Well, I made a present to your parents. They are out having dinner, your siblings at school. I’m innocent …this time”
Liar, the voice in your head shouted.
“I’m not lying. Look at my wrist” , he wanted to prove me. I believed him. Anyways I took a look at his wrist. A bracelet, making him tell the truth.
“You can stand up and leave, I’m not forcing you to sit on my lap.” He was right, if I wanted to leave I could’ve done it.
I shifted and moved so I would face him. His expression was in shock. I raised an eyebrow questioning. i just watched him for a few seconds as I moved closer until I hugged him tight. Just as tight as I could. He is driving me mad.
“ You little freak! You scared me, idiot. How dare you do such a thing?!” , he scream whispered. With my face in his neck, I smiled to his fastend heart beat. Who would know it took so little to suprise a great magician?
B hugged me back, but even tighter. “ I thought you wanted to leave, you scared me like hell. Not that I’ve been scared from hell, you know I’ve been there and it’s pretty boring..”
“ Would you shut it?”
“Sassy…..” “Said the magician who was afraid because I wanted to stand up”
“ That’s it, I’m leaving” , he said and made attempts to get up. I used my legs and pulled them around his waist. This action got us a lot closer, actually closer than intended. His lips just a few millimeters away from mine. Now he was smiling.
“ Say it and I’ll stay.” , I looked up into his eyes. He was honest. Every reason I wanted to have , the list I made to say no to him had disappeared. His grin made my heart melt and I knew I had fallen too deep already.
“I’ll better show you” , with this I kissed him. A very short and innocent kiss.It would have been, but it’s B. When I wanted to back up, he pulled me in and deepened the kiss. We laughed, this time togher.
Gelsen
Gelsen iyi olur Tam da şimdi Mevsim kışa çalarken Içimi ısıtsan Gelsen iyi olur Tam da şimdi Son demini yaşarken sana dair umutların Bir çırpıda duysam adımı dudaklarından Sen, Yüreğimin en çıkmaz sokağı Her adımda kaybolup Yine o sokak ortasında öylece elimi uzattığım, Sen, Bin eksiltsen de Bir geçemediğim Gelsen, Gelsen hani iyi olurdu. Az biraz papatyalar açardı Belki biraz da yağmur yağardı Gelsen hani, İyi olurdu.
Danielle with Louis at Proyect Club in London - December 29, 2015
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