My Soul Cries. Lisa Masoni
the waves. In her eyes it was easy to miss, erotically speaking she had a breast of a three-year-old girl. Simone was often jokes about her breasts considerably small, but she was the girl Simone could fall in love with.
Something could arise between them but fate decreed that both were similar but divided from each other's roads. There were approaches but never completed.
I still remember when Simone, along with Lucia, Gonzalo, Sandra and Cecilia, after school were getting to the station to take the bus. Simone asked Cecilia to kiss him but Cecilia was ashamed, she wanted to stay in a secluded place. Then Simone looked around, he saw a phone booth at a few feet from their friends, he went inside and waited for Cecilia's arrival, but she hesitated for too long. Simone was tired, he did not expect her, but eventually Cecilia thought she was going back and kissing him right there. But that kiss brought the wind away.
Despite the scars that grew between the two to many misunderstandings, they had the same love in their hearts but they never had the opportunity to try.
Cecilia also grew too much for Simone's eyes, he saw a different girl in a short time. She started smoking, she started attending a boy with whom she only shared the bed and had become stingy. Simone could not even warn her of the dangers she was facing.
But on a summer day the wind was hot, torrential, the sky was burning, and that morning both Cecilia and Simone were seizing the school to see themselves: it was a comparison, a clarification. She got to the train and immediately afterwards they walked in search of a bench that they eventually found in a nearby park.
They spoke very intensely, despite the hot heat, and for the first time, maybe, they really did, even though she was always naive.
At some point came that wind blowing a few years before.
"But if a boy wants to kiss you now, how would you react?" Simone asked, smiling.
"A woman does not ask such questions! You act without thinking of a second, "she replied with a grin and smile that might have sprouted a few years ago.
She knew that Simone would have kissed her, or at least she wished him. So without ending it, the boy ran into Cecilia's lips.
They stayed together all the morning, talking and kissing. As she picked up the train and gave the last kiss, Simone knew that that train might have been unconsciously taken by him too, so as not to miss the opportunity given to him by the girl. But he stood there, standing still, looking at the train leaving. Then there was the dream of both, that of finally being united. So doing the days left only bitterness in their mouth, but none of them knew that fate would reappear. This time, however, he could really join them.
They went to a party and drank a lot. Given the inability to go home they stayed to sleep with their friends and found themselves sleeping in the same bed. There was a horrible smell of alcohol and smoke coming from rooms and people: it was really nauseous and in the night one could hear who was vomiting, who spoke aloud, and who gave us sex with them.
Simone and Cecilia spoke up to sleep, but in the middle of the night, both of them suddenly woke up, they decided to have sex and, still under the influence of alcohol, and the inability to hold back to Simon, the relationship was consumed.
Cecilia woke up and began to connect her brain to what had happened in the night. He was afraid he had been pregnant. Though Simone tried to calm her down, she did not succeed. You know, women are too scary and insecure, let alone at that age and with the idea of growing a creature.
So he decided to test, until he came to the visit and denied any positive results. Simone lived with anguish in those harrowing hours, had become an unrecognisable person, was silent, laughed, had become serious. He had a great fear of having done a nonsense, and in his mind the skeletons left by his father were alive. He did not feel ready but reminded himself that he would have done better than his father and that he would not have made the wrong choice.
Fate was almost there, he almost made it but was defeated again. Simone came to know the news, and he rejoiced. He was happier, it was as if he had freed himself from a weight on his stomach, bigger than an anvil. He did not want that son to be a mistake, he did not want to repeat his father's deed.
Cecilia thought that the moment was good, she thought it would have joined both and so the train passed again but Simone did not want us to climb. His heart intended for another, he thought that loving Cecilia was right but he realized he was not his ideal type.
He had done something big now, he had put in Cecilia the idea of being a couple but Simone missed that train, perhaps by purpose, and he saw it disappear again.
The train snorted, it was a rainy day.
Simone turned for the last time and he walked off the train station steps, realizing that the obvious decision was to let her go.
Poor Cecilia, sorry to see her weep and despair! She had taken a great step and perhaps in her naivety she wanted that son. He most likely could have changed his final.
On the floor, young Simone's daggers joined, and during his growing period there were infinity of people who helped him to make him become a man. Certainly one of these was his professor of graphics Matteo Ferrucci.
Ferrucci appeared in the early years of school as a hard man and respectful of the rules, he did not translate to anything. Over the years, in spite of all, his heart melted.
A great life teacher, wise with the camera and ideas, he always knew how to spin you and how to implement what he had in mind. An adorable companion followed him in his adventures, and his German Shepherd Tex and a little girl named Alicia, who came from his previous wife, who died as a result of a car accident. In short, a man in the pursuit of adventure.
Simone was for the Professor Ferrucci a big challenge, like many captains in life. In the early years, he felt a strong frustration of the class over what he loved and for what he taught. The challenge had just been launched, could not leave that indifferent class in the world. It was not in its character.
There was no day when he did not remind everyone of the great mistake we were doing in not listening to his wise counsel, Simone was among the foolish. Simone saw Ferrucci as all the other professors, a servant of the school structure, only good to vote and to judge. But the professor turned out to be different when finally everyone opened up to his ideas and how to do it.
Simone also opened completely and in the last year a good friendship based on esteem and respect for ideas was born.
Even the most wise can happen to fall into a precipice and do not know if, when it comes to the bottom, it eventually wakes up. Love, if you put it, can be bastard and can reduce you to a tiny and insignificant being.
The companion abandoned him without motivation. She decided that it was just so, to run without talking, because she knew how powerful the professor was, his words could again make her fall in love like a high school girl. She left a post-it, attached to the table, writing "I found pleasure in following you, I found joy in seeing how I knew how to love and you knew how to appreciate what I was. I hate to discover that for me it was just an adventure and at the end of a climb I did not want to stay up there with you. I just wanted to get off early and run away, goodbye. "
Ferrucci took some time but eventually she resumed and made it great. Simone saw a different man, suddenly crazy but full of energy and pro-positivity: he had been able to do negativity with a fuel to reinvent positivity.
When the school came to the final stages and there was a maturity exam, Simone had written to the professor for the first night before thanking him for all those years, for having had patience, for believing in him, for having made a stronger and more mature person. She waited all night long, but there was not.
The following morning, Simone came all excited and entered the room where the professors and the commission were. His turn came and, after one of his countless shows, he looked at Matteo carefully hoping for a nod to a glance. There was nothing of this.
After all, something came to mark Simone's life: Ferrucci Matteo, a professor with a thousand facets