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THE CHANNEL - Tales From The Spazioliberina

( Antonia Colamonico , da Ed Altro , in Le stagioni delle parole . Bari, 1993)

A strange silence invaded the room. A subdued light filtered through the white tent. Franca turned in bed, opened his eyes and closed them again. He felt the body heat and the chill of the forehead. He turned, put out a hand, he opened his eyes and read the time. He yawned and sat up.

other side of the bed, Roberto was still asleep, curled up between the covers. He relied entirely to her that she was ready to wake him up every morning between the smell of coffee and the notes to the radio in the bathroom.

Il gelo della stanza si impossessò del suo calore, svegliandola del tutto. Si infilò le pantofole e si alzò. Di colpo percepì qualcosa di insolito. Non riconosceva i rumori delle auto sulla strada e le voci dei ragazzi che si avviavano, lungo i bordi dei marciapiedi, verso l’Istituto Commerciale.

Sembrava che il risveglio di quella mattina di fine marzo fosse stato, chissà da quale mano, avvolto in uno spessore di silenzio. Si mosse verso la finestra e guardò tra le persiane socchiuse. I suoi occhi stupiti, fissarono delle lenzuola bianche che avvolgevano i tetti delle case, le strade, le auto parcheggiate, i rami e le insegne.

A sparrow flew down between flakes of butterflies that cumbersome. It seemed with every beat of the wings that he was there, there to fall, then resumed with difficulty level, and then reprecipitated. A feeling invaded, as a child when her father took her on a roller coaster. He opened his window and left with only the shirt on the balcony. A flurry of snow hit, basting throughout. He bent down, picked up a handful and went white, trembling under the covers.

Roberto felt the cold that slid along the sleeve of his pajamas. Cute touched and turned to Frank. A new light had overshadowed the woman's attention that has always aroused a certain awe, leaving room for a saucy girl who licked with gusto, on his sleeve, the handful white.

He instantly decided that his Gaia would be with those eyes and that smile and, for once, he took the initiative. Franca drew her to him and whispered in his ear. The woman finished eating the unusual ice cream, he settled the wet shirt, he sent back strand of hair that covered his mouth and gravity began end waiting for Roberto.

Gaia was born during the Christmas holidays, while out of white sheets wrapped around the roofs of houses, roads, parked cars, the branches and the insignia.