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Lago Mobili

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Lago Mobili: Civico 12, 169 347

“Francesco?” avevo chiesto. Del ragazzino
impacciato non era rimasto nulla, a sorridermi
era un bellissimo ventenne. Abbiamo passato
la serata insieme, così come la maggior parte
di quelle successive, fino ad oggi.
Francesco non usa il profumo e io preferisco
così, perché il profumo della sua pelle è quello
che amo di più al mondo. Quello che sento per
primo tornando a casa la sera, nonostante tutti
gli aromi e gli incensi che spargo nelle stanze.
Due mani mi accarezzano piano i fianchi.
“Sei già qui?”
“Non avrei sopportato di non essere il primo a
farti gli auguri.”
Francesco mi prende il volto, costringendomi
a guardarmi allo specchio. Sa perfettamente
cosa mi passa per la testa. Lo sa sempre. “Per
me non sei mai stata più bella di come sei ora,
qui, con me.”
Io chiudo gli occhi e mi appoggio alla sua
pancia, sentendo il ritmo del suo respiro,
lasciando che mi accarezzi i capelli, mentre
il cuore mi batte all’impazzata. Veloce come
quello di una ragazzina innamorata.
“Francesco?” I asked. There was nothing left
of the clumsy kid. Smiling at me there was a
handsome twenty year old boy. We spent
the evening together, as well as most of the
subsequent evenings, until today.
Francesco does not use aftershave and I prefer
it that way, because the scent of his skin is what
I love the most in the world. The one I smell first
when returning home in the evening, despite
all the spices and incense that spread through
the rooms.
Two hands slowly caress my sides.
“Already here?”
“I couldn’t bear not being the first to wish you
Happy Birthday.”
Francis takes my face, forcing me to look in the
mirror. He knows what goes through my head.
He always knows it.
“To me you have never been more beautiful
than you are now, here, with me.”
I close my eyes and I lean towards his belly,
feeling the rhythm of his breath, letting him
caress my hair, while my heart pounds, as fast
as that of a young girl in love.
“Per me
non sei mai
stata più bella
di come
sei ora, qui, con me.”
“TO ME YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOU ARE NOW,
HERE, WITH ME.”
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