chapters 1-4

sorry for the bad English these are the first chapters 1/4















I remember that day, much desired and melancholy as it today, leave


my home, family and friends with the destination city.

During the previous summer I had ... like the rest of my peers,


presented titles and money to access the coveted college, really!


nothing could separate me from my new life.

The city in question .... Genova choice by me (as far possible) ..


perhaps it was already part of my destiny.

City of great escort traditions " this, I already knew thanks to


Fabrizio De Andrè (it's a great singer)...........

And thanks to my roommate, Roberta, (fancy name,,, we worked every day


from 16 to 20 pm) arrival 'confirmation.

The first three months style theater, I remember them fondly, Roberta


received the "friends" in the room, trying to minimize "suspicious"


sounds "pleasure-loving" .... with the goal (failed) not to be


discovered,

I tried to study ...................The morning of one gloomy Monday,


the situation took a turn for the worse; pending a breakfast .....


(troubled) for trivial reasons, I found myself doing the "bigoted",


mistreat my new friend and

discharging him all my education cattolic / repression.

In fact (I was just jealous) ....... jealous of his work and his


perpetual good mood.she was there ' ..... ..... and with those


cheeks

chubby (a mix between heidi (is a famous cartoon girl in europe) and


producing artisan tortellini "pasta") continued to drink his horrible


decaf.

He stood up and said, "Tomorrow is Roger at 17(pm) .......... if you


want, receive it at my place... with pretty and soft lighting" [...]

... took his coffee and left the room smiling at me.























The first thing I thought of was " who will face Roger, how many years


will ........ how to behave in such a situation?

So I knew...... knowing I had already decided

But I did not want to go to Roberta , looking subdued type ( dachshund


dog ) and then begin with ......

"tell me how it gets? ......! ! ! !

"But how can I make ? " ..........but how should I introduce myself? "


How to dress " ? ............ (Even though I had made an idea) ..... .

Dear Roberta ....... ! ! How many things ....... I wanted to tell you


that day!

how many emotions crossed my mind...... !

you were in other rooms of the house , hoping until the last one in my


surrender ,

but us country girls , "my love" , we are so sensitive and very


willful.

That day I had lunch very light , I started early, by 14(pm) my manic


preparation ;

Topiary around the " pussy " ancient tradition ( Pistoia )my little


city , maches the hair ( red mahogany color at that time ) and nails


(hands and feet)reds immaculate .

















By now it was just before the appointment and a strange form of


meditation , never before took possession of my whole body .

The large window of my bedroom, allowing the light to deform the


objects , .... now ... yellow , now gray ...... reminded me of the


time variable .. ....

Instinctively I stand up and moved the transparent curtain , I began to


watch the people of Genova , old people shopped and young boys intent


to remove an quaint motorcycle.

Roberta I put in my room like a black panther ........ ........ and


touching hair gently said, " are 4 pm we go to my room


" [...]

I did not ask anything of Roger ....... silence reigned .... lord of


that time .....

Roberta looked different ...... more sweet and motherly .... had now


created a ( strange complicity ) .....

The room reminded me of a painting by Hokusai ....... exotic , erotic


and " stormy " ...

with all many lights pink , red and blue , you could almost smell the


sea at sunset.

" the room " .... how many things had to tell, exuded excitement,


glasses of wine, laughter and orgasms in cluster (to stay in


wine-themed ) .

As I thought about all these things ........ she opened a drawer




"Inside the white bag has everything you need, Roger it's inside the


elevator , I've already opened the entrance ....... you wait sitting on


the bed .... he expects to find a blackberry, see what happens " [..]

He stooped kissing me gently on my left cheek .