Sayfu d-Din awoke. He was in bed in the room he shared with his brother Marco.
It looked right, and deduced from the sheets turned over in bed that Mark had already risen. He looked more than the sun, its rays penetrating with green shutters, pierced with arrows, shining the floor. Saw dust which ascend into the light.
raised suddenly the blanket. Just as he did with it, then put his feet on the floor. It was a unique gesture.
He got up, and immediately saw in the mirror on the wall a figure in his underwear: "I do not like at all," he thought, looking in the mirror. Every day, when he had hung, noted with resignation and concern that his reflection is not obeyed him, indeed: if he raised his right arm, she raised her left, if the left eye closed, it closed the right.
"Mais elle est here? Qu'est-ce que ça mean? Qu'est-ce qu'elle veut de moi? ".
finished watching the mirror, hung his head and looked at the dresser. Above it there was a stack of books: the Koran, the Gospels, The Life of the Buddha Siddhartha, The Songlines, The ring of King Solomon, Dakota Texts. That order made him think: "It is religion to precede the Man? He is the man to overtake? Or the birth of one is concomitant with that of another? ".
He went into the bathroom and washed her face. Again we behold in the mirror: a film of soap and water covered his face and irritated eyes.
"You again? You are not left in the mirror? ".
It was silent.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... and at the hour of our death. Amen>>.
A hollow voice came from the kitchen.
Sayfu d-Din heard the end of the Ave Maria, she finished washing her face. He looked at the sink: white hair and the smell of shaving soap.
"Grandpa," he thought. Grandfather
Giovambattista, u calabrisazzu, was at his house for the past three months, but once again he had forgotten to remember.
Sayfu d-Din mopped his face and looked one last time, casually and with resignation, that unknown face. Then he turned and walked down the hallway and came into the kitchen.
Giamba Grandfather (as it was known by everyone) was sitting near the window. He wore a pair of spectacles lenses from very dirty and kept open a book older than him and his fingers gnarled stortissime. The book containing the prayers of St. Brigid, was really old, full of archaisms, such as the spelling "wonder" instead of the more modern "wonder" and the Paleolithic "•" sometimes used in place of "s".
"Ave Maria, fullest of grace ...."
recited the rosary every day, caring so reverend to increase the value of the attributes of the Madonna (most blessed among women) and the most blessed fruit of her womb.
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Sayfu d-Din awoke. He was in bed in the room he shared with his brother Marco.
It looked right, and deduced from the sheets turned over in bed that Mark had already risen. He looked more than the sun, its rays penetrating with green shutters, pierced with arrows, shining the floor. Saw dust which ascend into the light.
abruptly lifted the blanket. Just as he did with it, then put his feet on the floor. It was a unique gesture.
He got up, and immediately saw in the mirror on the wall a figure in his underwear: "I do not like at all," he thought, looking in the mirror. Every day, when he had hung, noted with resignation and concern that his reflection is not obeyed him, indeed: if he raised his right arm, she raised her left, if the left eye closed, it closed the right.
"Mais elle est here? Qu'est-ce que ça mean? Qu'est-ce qu'elle veut de moi? ".
finished watching the mirror, hung his head and looked at the dresser. Above it there was a pile of books: the Koran, the Gospels, The Life of the Buddha Siddhartha, The Songlines, The ring of King Solomon, Dakota Texts. That order made him think: "It is religion to precede the Man? He is the man to overtake? Or the birth of one is concomitant with that of another? ".
He went into the bathroom and washed her face. Again we behold in the mirror: a film of soap and water covered his face and irritated eyes.
"You again? You are not left in the mirror? ".
It was silent.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... and at the hour of our death. Amen>>.
A hollow voice came from the kitchen.
Sayfu d-Din heard the end of the Ave Maria, she finished washing her face. He looked at the sink: white hair and the smell of shaving soap.
"Grandfather!" he thought. Grandfather
Giovambattista, u calabrisazzu, was at his house for the past three months, but once again he had forgotten to remember.
Sayfu d-Din mopped his face and looked one last time, casually and with resignation, that unknown face. Then he turned and walked down the hallway and came into the kitchen.
Giamba Grandfather (as it was known by everyone) was sitting near the window. He wore a pair of spectacles lenses from very dirty and kept open a book older than him and his fingers gnarled stortissime. The book containing the prayers of St. Brigid, was really old, full of archaisms, such as the spelling "wonder" instead of the more modern "wonder" and the Paleolithic "•" sometimes used in place of "s".
"Ave Maria, fullest of grace ...."
recited the rosary every day, caring so reverend to increase the value of the attributes of the Madonna (most blessed among women) and the most blessed fruit of her womb.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hello, Grandpa. What are you doing?>>.
He knew what he was doing, but he asked her the same, moved by pity for this fossil from the voice and body trembling.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Caro Sayfu d-Din,'m reciting the Holy Rosario…Amen>>.
Sayfu d-Din, without listening to the answer, filled a bowl of milk and put it on the table. Approached him.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Grandfather, how do you read with those glasses? Can not you see that the lenses are white instead of transparent ?!>>.
wore them on the tip of the nose, like Scrooge 'Scrooge. We read on, not through.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What do you mean? Crap!>>. The
gently pulled his glasses and passed them under the water. Li rubbed with a cloth and handed it to him.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E nostrissima the hour of death. Amen>>.
Yes, he said "nostrissima.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ehi, do not seem to esagerare?>>.
Giamba took the glasses and put them on.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But that you need glasses if you know her as Mary l'Ave fosse, and in fact if and, l'Ave Maria?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;d-Din Sayfu dear, one more and then I finuto Ave. Let's talk after>>.
Sayfu d-Din sat down and drank cold milk in an amen, the last
Ave \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nipote caro, finished now that we can speak of a dream about fici>>, said closing the book Giamba .
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But you know that three years ago I have dreamed to Jesus?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Really, Grandpa? You've dreamed it, Jesus?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So is not it? These things are true ... how true>>.
Sayfu d-Din knew by heart that dream had told him countless times. He had dreamed of having "given" to the church of Bovalino a bench. In memory of this, or perhaps to gain a place in heaven with the money, did you screw in a plate with the words "kind offer of the faithful Giovambattista Tartaglia.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;In the dream we were most blessed that Jesus and I walked along a strata, dressed in the uniform of the military. I, that I Canoscio, I said, 'Son of God, u will construct surfaces Sapiti ca' na bench for the church ?'>>.
Sayfu d-Din, a little 'fun and a little' disappointed, asked: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nonno, are perhaps things to be told Gesù?>>.
Giamba, striking his fist on his knee ailing, warned him: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Let me finish! And you know that Jesus said?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No answered falsely Sayfu d-Din-what disse?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;U sapimu, u sapimu, said>>.
Sayfu d-Din bit his lip to keep from laughing. Flashed in him the idea of a Jesus with a mustache blacks and a shotgun on her shoulder.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Poi-added-Giamba dissi:'u Sapiti about Don Micu bestemmia?'>>.
Sayfu d-Din did not hold back and laughed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Grandfather, not a spy! But it seems fair to tell you the dicks of others in a dream? To Jesus, plus>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Shut up! Let me finish!>>.
Sayfu d-Din tried to restrain himself. To mitigate the laughter Giamba avoided watching his grandfather in the face.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;said: 'Do not worry, that Puru sapimu !'>>.
Sayfu d-Din laughed more than ever, until the real Sayfu d-Din (who writes the stories and lives on the other side of the mirror) never tired of beating the keys on the keyboard.
It looked right, and deduced from the sheets turned over in bed that Mark had already risen. He looked more than the sun, its rays penetrating with green shutters, pierced with arrows, shining the floor. Saw dust which ascend into the light.
abruptly lifted the blanket. Just as he did with it, then put his feet on the floor. It was a unique gesture.
He got up, and immediately saw in the mirror on the wall a figure in his underwear: "I do not like at all," he thought, looking in the mirror. Every day, when he had hung, noted with resignation and concern that his reflection is not obeyed him, indeed: if he raised his right arm, she raised her left, if the left eye closed, it closed the right.
"Mais elle est here? Qu'est-ce que ça mean? Qu'est-ce qu'elle veut de moi? ".
finished watching the mirror, hung his head and looked at the dresser. Above it there was a pile of books: the Koran, the Gospels, The Life of the Buddha Siddhartha, The Songlines, The ring of King Solomon, Dakota Texts. That order made him think: "It is religion to precede the Man? He is the man to overtake? Or the birth of one is concomitant with that of another? ".
He went into the bathroom and washed her face. Again we behold in the mirror: a film of soap and water covered his face and irritated eyes.
"You again? You are not left in the mirror? ".
It was silent.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... and at the hour of our death. Amen>>.
A hollow voice came from the kitchen.
Sayfu d-Din heard the end of the Ave Maria, she finished washing her face. He looked at the sink: white hair and the smell of shaving soap.
"Grandfather!" he thought. Grandfather
Giovambattista, u calabrisazzu, was at his house for the past three months, but once again he had forgotten to remember.
Sayfu d-Din mopped his face and looked one last time, casually and with resignation, that unknown face. Then he turned and walked down the hallway and came into the kitchen.
Giamba Grandfather (as it was known by everyone) was sitting near the window. He wore a pair of spectacles lenses from very dirty and kept open a book older than him and his fingers gnarled stortissime. The book containing the prayers of St. Brigid, was really old, full of archaisms, such as the spelling "wonder" instead of the more modern "wonder" and the Paleolithic "•" sometimes used in place of "s".
"Ave Maria, fullest of grace ...."
recited the rosary every day, caring so reverend to increase the value of the attributes of the Madonna (most blessed among women) and the most blessed fruit of her womb.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hello, Grandpa. What are you doing?>>.
He knew what he was doing, but he asked her the same, moved by pity for this fossil from the voice and body trembling.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Caro Sayfu d-Din,'m reciting the Holy Rosario…Amen>>.
Sayfu d-Din, without listening to the answer, filled a bowl of milk and put it on the table. Approached him.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Grandfather, how do you read with those glasses? Can not you see that the lenses are white instead of transparent ?!>>.
wore them on the tip of the nose, like Scrooge 'Scrooge. We read on, not through.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What do you mean? Crap!>>. The
gently pulled his glasses and passed them under the water. Li rubbed with a cloth and handed it to him.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E nostrissima the hour of death. Amen>>.
Yes, he said "nostrissima.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ehi, do not seem to esagerare?>>.
Giamba took the glasses and put them on.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But that you need glasses if you know her as Mary l'Ave fosse, and in fact if and, l'Ave Maria?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;d-Din Sayfu dear, one more and then I finuto Ave. Let's talk after>>.
Sayfu d-Din sat down and drank cold milk in an amen, the last
Ave \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nipote caro, finished now that we can speak of a dream about fici>>, said closing the book Giamba .
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But you know that three years ago I have dreamed to Jesus?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Really, Grandpa? You've dreamed it, Jesus?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So is not it? These things are true ... how true>>.
Sayfu d-Din knew by heart that dream had told him countless times. He had dreamed of having "given" to the church of Bovalino a bench. In memory of this, or perhaps to gain a place in heaven with the money, did you screw in a plate with the words "kind offer of the faithful Giovambattista Tartaglia.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;In the dream we were most blessed that Jesus and I walked along a strata, dressed in the uniform of the military. I, that I Canoscio, I said, 'Son of God, u will construct surfaces Sapiti ca' na bench for the church ?'>>.
Sayfu d-Din, a little 'fun and a little' disappointed, asked: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nonno, are perhaps things to be told Gesù?>>.
Giamba, striking his fist on his knee ailing, warned him: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Let me finish! And you know that Jesus said?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No answered falsely Sayfu d-Din-what disse?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;U sapimu, u sapimu, said>>.
Sayfu d-Din bit his lip to keep from laughing. Flashed in him the idea of a Jesus with a mustache blacks and a shotgun on her shoulder.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Poi-added-Giamba dissi:'u Sapiti about Don Micu bestemmia?'>>.
Sayfu d-Din did not hold back and laughed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Grandfather, not a spy! But it seems fair to tell you the dicks of others in a dream? To Jesus, plus>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Shut up! Let me finish!>>.
Sayfu d-Din tried to restrain himself. To mitigate the laughter Giamba avoided watching his grandfather in the face.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;said: 'Do not worry, that Puru sapimu !'>>.
Sayfu d-Din laughed more than ever, until the real Sayfu d-Din (who writes the stories and lives on the other side of the mirror) never tired of beating the keys on the keyboard.
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