The uncontaminated all morning at the exit of the supermarket. I could find them every day ', where the reel forklift looking for living space to meet, with an acceleration worthy of a sprinter, the doors of cars - like a traffic cop at Piazza Venezia spreads his arms is not known if indicate the flow of cars allowed, or because 'now accept the evidence could not rule the snake of cars that press, like a many-headed Hydra, from all sides.
He sat on the floor, mingling with his full gray with the color of the asphalt, breaking the strips yellow and white signage landscape as a flowerbed of violets and roses postmodern lead. The only spot of color was the little pink that escaped from the sleeve of his jacket, a hand with fingers stuck in a mute appeal for help.
was that morning that a group of exiles forced branded clearly the commitment the school passed them 'hands pizza oozing with mozzarella wet with dew and the Coke, the voices awkward to compose a cacophony of slogans stadium against overflowing baskets and ladies pushing prams, precariously balanced on improbable heels at 9 am.
that morning was that the more 'high and big the group, the ruddy face and a shaved head on paramilitary bomber, did not see the bedding gray, and for 'tumbling to the ground in a blaze of soft drink and sauce and mozzarella .
I had just deposited the meager daily shopping in my Golf, parked a few meters, and I must say that the scene of that mountain of meat and vernacular Roman overturned and spread asphalt aroused my curiosity, 'but less than that he had not moved at all: a milestone on the edge of chaos, even the spoon pink fingers seemed to have bent the least violence of impact.
I was ready to go home when the situation worsened '.
The mountain rising 'shaking crumbs and Coke like a dog after a dip in the waters of Martignano. The dog thrust its teeth 'bone, launching fierce against the pillar of salt gray, spitting and frothing rage of wounded pride, while the friends were around to snack is a catalyst for the psychic energy of the group, and funneling their friend, urging him to hit the garbage strong invisible quell'ectoplasma solid, the unworthiness' of raw material.
When the first blow of the boot strikes' on his side, I almost tappai ears to muffle the noise of broken bones and almost covered my eyes to not see the crumbling building and again include head chino.Ma not perceived crash and saw debris flying.
time you freeze 'like a scene out of Matrix, the shoe by para heavy metal spikes seemed stuck on the humerus of the figure in gray .
I recorded a mechanical thud of leather and rubber and metal on granite and saw the mass of the giant surprise return to the ground and lift your foot again and attack again, and again in the same place but on the head, legs, nose , and yet nothing moved except the sound of the pounding waves of material boots hitting the stone.
Tum tum tum tum tum tum tum tum.
The pace and strength of strokes idiot 'disbelief, the circle of bystanders lost consistency, lost' cohesion, begin 'to widen as the quadrille horses only to lose symmetry' and become a heap of faces disbelief as the fat has not more 'safety does not react the same incredible experience and does not know how to frame his story of battles and behind a scarf joints between the hedges that surround the stadium.
And the scene filming the speed 'of normal life, you neck' molasses spacetime and the band revived, 'liquid' affair with a few curses and the usual slogan, became greater strike again, this time in turn, shape gray and then slowly moved away ', reached into his pocket and the other still armed with pizza sauce and mozzarella .
I walked cautiously to and gray for the first time I deposited between that property and straining spoon, a coin.
Although I come every day in the supermarket, and every day now to leave that destiny gray the coin which I had released the cart, that was the only time I seemed to see, in the central reservation of the human coming and going, a smile.
