Much still to dawn.
These were still in front of the fire. A large planted timber
struggled in the bin for not being consumed.
resisted for over an hour.
His fate was sealed.
The fire had wrapped.
The close was getting stronger.
The base was blacking out.
had begun to slow the irreversible transformation of nothing.
Along with the smoke, the particles of fly ash was rising slowly all the rage. After initial
crackling, the explosion of fragments crazy, the process took hours to a regular rhythm.
I had turned into moans grunts resigned.
That night was on alert.
The space, now the site of many survivors without shelter half, was in danger. For the umpteenth
siege Sliding a perpetually wounded in a state of alarm.
ready to strike blindly.
Preferably the weakest.
It was also overcome this situation.
Tragic and unexpected.
matter of survival.
But even with all our strength to maintain social microcosm that out of all the schemes in force.
There was not worth the law of the strongest, the most seductive.
A count was the consensus of all.
When there was down to discuss. Rather than turning
empty.
Pending a solution.
able to overcome the differences.
stuff of science fiction society.
Of course there were inconsistencies.
Not all donuts failed with the hole.
You tried to learn from mistakes.
to improve next time.
In this diversity came out the best.
Many had known the abyss.
But they had survived.
life had hardened them to be able to withstand the worst conditions.
addition to the pure native, the place was frequented by casual visitors.
They too had found there place.
Many came from political science.
There was also a professor of sociology.
Others were driven by creative intent.
There was a migrant school.
the gym with yoga classes, garage, fabric.
The group on Wednesday.
Those of biological market.
techno DJs.
And the Ciclofficina.
In this emergency situation was rischiesta well as their presence.
had willingly accepted.
not a matter of solidarity.
How to protect your space normalization against all enveloping stritolante.
He had become one family.
The more diverse, heterogeneous as possible.
He was great with it.
Of course that place no pretense of being a paradise.
No one saw this.
was possible in case the best of the hells. All
would sell life dearly for that space. The cycle of
raga had gathered at midnight in front of the high barred gate.
The normal port of entry.
wanted to participate too.
were not many.
did not matter.
Was just there.
Inside the castle besieged had to hold off the critical points.
The main entrance, the back gate. What
open to the expanse of desert abandoned. Place
border not yet tamed. A micro
wild.
no man's land of disarray.
Where nature still counts.
The Law among the ruins of the old market.
Despite the presence of a crane twenty meters high, facing the sky like an antenna shaky in the wind.
The new outpost for future colonization.
had chosen to place themselves there. In that space invaded
from dozens of bike wrecks. Some
worthy of the name.
Most now only skeletons rusty.
If he had decided to turn Terminator in Italy, that was the right place. The combination fire
more bicycles had convinced everyone.
Without even the need for a look they had dipped their chairs around the fire.
From the sky down an occasional drop of rain mixed with the many ash particles raised from the heat.
seemed snow.
not cold. The bin
burning hot enough. Someone had brought
chestnuts. October
had peeped several minutes.
rest on a bicycle wheel retort used to mo 'of grating, chestnuts take the color right.
Despite the attempt to tripping of the fire to blow it. Once
gold were brought under the umbrella blue.
The last outpost before the desert lying submerged in the dark of night.
were eaten in a flash.
Between the silence broken by whispered jokes.
order not to affect the atmosphere.
Not far away was shooting a movie.
Evidence of the crane was a dolly, a few lights on, the voices of the actors. Thanks
all'evocatività surreal place you had the feeling of being inside one huge film set. Each with its own part to play in waiting for the fateful:
Action!
Turns ...
dull background noise of the city, a discordant symphony of echoes mechanics, a concert of car moving occasionally interrupted by the absolute beating in some winch to work.
Even at night the metropolis of the future does not sleep.
is eager to turn every thing without hesitation.
Just to remind those present of the scripted destiny of those places.
coming to an end. Yet in this suspension
nature, animal beings, the men had managed to shape an environment indefinite, mysterious. Place
chance arcane magic.
It could happen.
The encounter of a young devotee with a squatter.
Offer chestnuts a smurf blue emerged from a trapdoor hidden nearby.
Playing Trump with one of those big dogs always walking around, chewing mints.
All with the spontaneity of a smiling child.
Despite the attempt by the darkness to hide every expression, trying to overpower the weak side light of the fire.
During the battle the faces were carved in black and white.
From the darkness emerged the hard features of the skulls still struggling to embody life.
to aspire to more defined identity.
Before succumbing how everything around there.
the night pounding, something beautiful, to show he could vibrate hearts.
Then the silence took over.
The gaze is lowered slowly staring at the nothing before. The background noise
amalgamated finding peace.
She had a certain time. Talking
were only the shrill chatter of animals combative. Taken
fatigue cycle of the boys decided to go. For
Nile and Mimmo it comes to tackling the hardest moment.
The rest of the night. The most
black.
Alone.
How many other times.
gritting his teeth without a murmur.
Knowing they can rely on their own resources.
Waiting for another dawn, a new day may be possible.
Mauss
all'Xm lived.
was thin.
not too high.
Long Hair blacks.
Gathered in a queue. A little
'beard.
dark clothes. He could remember a fallen
musketeer.
You could see by the look proud.
was a fan of theater and literature.
Legacy of an existential journey the past. He had beaten
easy.
was often sharp.
the right point.
was sensitive.
life had led him to become familiar with the human passions, the sincerity of looks.
was a fine interpreter of other people's expressions.
was long relegated there.
Along with the other. Perhaps
wanted other paths.
To break the isolation. The
is crying while standing in silence. Sometimes it manifested
ironically tinged with cynicism.
He had learned to restrain their emotions.
able to hold off his own thought. Rather
was suspended, stood still and stared.
Inside, however, was a disastrous collapse of desires, feelings, broken, betrayed.
A devastating earthquake.
Then pull the diaphragm.
Close your mouth making it tiny.
withdrawing himself sucked in her cheeks like a rat in a trap to force driven back into his abyss.
accustomed to something else, suffered from seeing the outside world indifferent to his appeals. Hostile
despite appearances polite.
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