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022. If Fausto trying

cold wind whistled through the leaves, which makes it difficult to raise whirlwinds and the work of Fausto. Fausto gets impatient that he never had too much patience. But while arguing with the leaves Michelle emerges from his door and his hand is a magnet. He meets her eyes for a split second. Sad eyes, he thinks. It says nothing. And Michelle disappears around the corner, in his long jacket, brown hair rings dancing with the wind.
He still looked that way when he realizes Marcheli, lit cigarette, gray and silent. Marchesi E in the same direction of Michelle. Randomness, think Fausto.
night thinking about Michelle, just want to kiss, night-call to fix his window, the lights that light, the silhouettes that move. Maybe Michelle is not alone. Maybe it's that guy again crossed on his landing. And I envy.

The night came back to him in the head, Walked into the temples. It was cold. He bent down to pick up a leaf, a large red leaf. It was then that the diary fell. If was almost forgotten. The Diary of Gaia. Who knows if he was still alive. He picked it up and sat on the steps to take a look. Words words many words. Every once in a drawing. Enchanting traces of swans in flight. Crosses. Cemeteries. He found the name of the deceased Emily, found the reference to a clown gray and realized that meant someone who perhaps was not really a clown. He found the fear of food, the ravings of acute high fever, the people who whispers and murmurs and never tires and has nothing else to do. And the last words ... "tomorrow will never be." Drawing wounded swan falling. Fausto shook his head without understanding perfectly. "A fool, a poor crazy," he thought. But in spite of himself he was sorry and felt it. He closed the diary, he thought he had thrown away, that maybe his mother was right and who knows how many diseases restrained, a little 'as the cloth was left hanging on the Gaia building when she left to go downstairs. Discard it. Discard it. Discard it. But then he did not know why.
waited for the return of Michelle sitting on the steps while the wind was becoming increasingly annoying. And Michelle was late. He left there in the room to monitor the window. But then he fell asleep and dreamed, he wanted to jump naked from the window she too, but the very moment her feet she became detached from the solid swan, with wings and hurt someone with a shot. He woke with a start and looked again at the window. Sigh of relief. Michelle was there and spoke with someone perhaps. Talking
. Talking
. Talking
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kiss her. Delirium.
"If I tried ..."