My Soul Cries. Lisa Masoni
what had happened and I was struck by what remained imprinted in the mind. In that strange night that much remembered, he had lost sleep, he flocked in that room, he climbed in silence on the big bed stealing away in his mother's arms while she was talking to the stranger. They chatted and at one point he found himself in the middle. He laughed always when hi s delicate little face was in contact with the man's beard so far from him. Simone remembered as Sunday was a joy and all in all in his heart the escaped of sweet words that could be heard in the distance. That stranger turned Sunday, though little, and Simone suddenly wasn't entirely a stranger: he was called dad.
It was hard, then, to Elena to continue her life. But the time was on her side and looked after her, trying to lift it, to revive her. She succeeded in part, until one day she found love again. She deserved to be happy too, after all. Evil had taken possession of her and something good had to happen.
But fate, if it agrees, is just bastard: it decided to throw Elena on the ground, it did not accept to see that woman always get up again and this time hit her hard, mercilessly.
Her health fell steeply, however was envious of the strength of this woman, attempted even to kill her and apparently was going to succeed. But it had to stay back with its mouth open in seeing her again rise from the ground.
Simone was considered a lucky guy to have a mother like that and during his growth he sought to acquire some of her skills.
It was great to see Elena! Years have passed, this is true, but she is always there, standing, and with that complexion that most likely will take until the end of her days. As much as I want to tell you about this woman's willpower, there's still a story not to be missed: happiness of Simone.
The time was propitious, the school was better at that time. Something in Simone was changing, perhaps because he was going through the most intense moment of his existence. Long hair -sometimes he had the courage to bind them-earring and he dressed in a gloomy way. He carried inside him the evil, he was still feeding after all, and then it led him outside in his manner of dress.
He spent his death mornings walking in the hallways with Leonardo and Gonzalo and at the hour of recreation they seemed a star. They had acquaintances throughout the school and it was easy to exchange a word with anyone.
Simone that morning had the pleasure to chat with Emily, not that he doesn't already. When he came back home he ate hurriedly and in fury, he turned on the pc and he checked if it was connected. They didn't speak of great things, but they were having fun.
On Tuesday, at school there was always the return and Simone with his trusty henchmen roamed the halls. In one of those Tuesday saw Emily's class and he invited her to come along with them. She agreed of course, they had some nice chats, they were seeking an approach to a friendship. Simone, despite his negativity, smiled with her and he tried not to think, darkened evil for a short time, he did not want Emily discovers something of his life.
He had to think even studying but he never did: along with his "cronies" he had become the class clown. If those three had never been there, that class would never known positive days.
Professors now surrendered before a subject like that but rightly they had to do their job, and then appeared again on Simone's report card debts. It was hard to believe that a child like Simone could pass the year: it was good to fool anyone with his eyes and his words were honey for professors. Then he surpassed all debts with little trouble but with great cunning. This was Simone, good to you to think that all he had done was right but it really was a total rip off.
The year arrived in which in class some professors changed: one came from the North. Here you have to wonder: "How could she not end up in the cross-hairs of Simone?". Obvious she had to go there! He imitated everything of her: from the voice to the gestures, the mimicry was similar, not sparing anyone.
A few weeks later, one morning the bell rang and it was the time of art history, the north professor time: the class had to reach the courtroom 25 and wait for one before leaving the courtroom. Arrived in class Simone began before together with inseparable Gonzalo. And then there was Lucia in the middle, between the boys, because both did not take ever the book. Behind them, tanned more than it should to be in march, there was Cecilia who had just had a very eventful cruise. The teacher arrived, put her bag, took the call and she began with the explanation. At a standstill of the explanation Simone raised his finger and said, "Prof, do you heard television these days?"
"No," the professor replied dry not understanding where Simone wants to go there.
"Then I tell you there where she, in the remote North, the digital terrestrial has just arrived. I if I were you I would buy a set-top box! ", Simone informed her with innocent air.
Lucia and Gonzalo couldn't help but laugh at this exit off a Bernini and Borromini and the prof could not fail to miss a smile despite her size from icy and mighty warrior.
In the years that followed, though the latter had become more hard and cold towards us and Simone did not understand why, maybe he was never used to always get a smile and was still a baby inside him.
That day there was a discovery, if we may so call it: Gonzalo liked to anyone even if he doesn't was George Clooney – but they liked him . In the course of his growth, Simone had views of cooked and raw and he has seen many girls in the arms of his friend who perhaps wanted him too. In his class there was one that did not hide the feeling for Gonzalo: she was Lucia. Everyone thought that Gonzalo exploited Lucia for anything and even then the time gave reason to the voices: the facts were immediately proven.
It was now late in the day and Lucia and Sandra, her great ally but always great enemies, went out to go to the bathroom. That time Lucia absent-mindedly forgot in the class her cellphone and there was in the character of Simone and Gonzalo meddling more and everything. So they took the phone and it was easy to penetrate in the phone memory. Instead of reading the classics messages, their prey this time was to find out if between the pictures there were some shots a little hot. Right there, at the bottom, there was a folder called "Gonzalo". At that exact moment the two looked stunned and then they pressed by the curiosity: there were all pictures taken from internet, from the site of Gonzalo. He stayed a little on his thinking about how there were people actually they got this far, to take photos to be stored in their phones. But you could see in his eyes that he liked. This was the biggest mistake of Gonzalo: using his beauty to bribe people. But for him the fate was about to make him a surprise sweet-sour flavour and learned not to exploit them more, not to leave them in the middle of the road but to love them and then to know the pain of being dropped in the middle.
Well after the discovery, they sided with the phone in the exact place where it had been left by Lucia and the recitation lasted at least two years, before finally close its doors.
Gonzalo has always been a great actor, he had impressive qualities, he could hide an uncomfortable even years until you are presented with the bill. He knows how you can believe many things and, commercially speaking, he is good at "selling the product", in this case himself. Ultimately, however, he's still an amazing person if you capture his best side.
Lucia came in with that snake of her “friend” and they went next door to the boys. In the same moment Simone got up and he went to Cecilia as he often did, just to play around a bit.
"Then Ceci, who have you done in the ship?" Simone asks as brazen in his usual. "I got acquainted with a Sicilian boy and later that day, we were alone in the room and we did. It was wonderful! " Cecilia retorts naively.
"That's my little piggy! In addition to screwing the world you get the sun, you are darker than usual! ", the boy noted stopping to watch her dark complexion. "Oh Yes. Then there was an evening and I got drunk. I don't remember anything of what I did, I found myself in the room to sleep, " she related content.
Simone in his mind perhaps already knew what had happened, he built a bluey to envy anyone. Talking with Cecilia excited him even if she could be very verbose, she spoke to the point of exhaustion and her naivety was also about things I had better not tell.
Cecilia came from a southern village, she had the rose-coloured skin and her wavy hair made believe to be among