This summer created little story from my mind listening to "Air" by John Allevi, then that's how you read it, listen to this track. The movements of the narrative is closely linked to the performance of note.Perfavore listen, read it and live it well ... Thanks
The Boy and the Ballerina
A dancer hovering above a beam hanging over a desolate road. From there she could see the infinite piece of asphalt that divided the guardrail of a cliff made of stones, earth and small green shrubs. Below it is a small beach framed by the ocean somewhere in the South.
Suddenly he saw the race figure of a boy with a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt grigia.Il boy leaned her curly head on her arms crossed behind the guardrail.Dopo recently moved and climbed over the fence and with difficulty reached the beach.
Only the silence of the sea wrapped her sad thoughts and rambling. Then he noticed that the shadow of a cave behind him, was watching him. Intrigued, he approached it.
When the dancer saw the boy disappear into the cave he decided to abandon its beam, but left his shoes to be sure to remember to go back to discuss. He reached the boy who walked slowly in the shallow water of the cave.
-hello! - "said the young man.
hello-..-. On the wall of the cave they found a green mesh worn by salt and time, wanted to pull out of the cave, and then dragged her on the floor plan and powdery white sand, between the net there were set of pink and white shells, those vaguely reminiscent of the towers of the castles on the sea.
The dancer took one of his hands and discovered the contents: there was a small piece of kitchen paper semi-transparent. On it was written a story like this I'm telling. They found that all tickets, and found poems thoughts and messages never delivered.
The boy picked up his backpack and took polaroid a picture of two of them.
They wrote their message behind the photo and hung in the shell in other rete.Poi they took her hand and began a dance on a music only they could hear, dancing and flying through the clouds that day, fell abandoned in a canoe, they mounted up and sailed up the first piece of land that they met.
When they arrived at their island, they lit a bonfire, cook dinner and set up a hut.
as the years went by, were born two sons: John and Elie. But unfortunately one of those nights the boy and the ballerina were caressed by a sleep that never stopped more than cullarli tra le sue braccia.
Quel giorno Elie e John piansero stretti in un abbraccio che poteva contenere il mondo intero, quando le onde del mare abbandonarono sulla loro spiaggia una conchiglia azzurra e rosa bellissima. Elie la tastò e trovò al suo interno una foto. Erano mamma e papà. Sorrise genuinamente mentre leggeva il messaggio che avevano lasciato.
I due fratelli spolverarono dall'usura del tempo la vecchia canoa, vi montarono sopra e navigarono finché raggiunsero la terra ferma. Lì trovarono la vecchia rete incastrata in una roccia sulla spiaggia, allora appesero la conchiglia nell'unico spazio rimasto libero tra le altre conchiglie.
John mise in spalla lo zaino abbandonato sulla spiaggia e cominciò lentamente a risalire la strada , camminando verso l'orizzonte basso e lontano.
Elie, invece, si arrampicò sulla vecchia trave, indossò le scarpette appese alla sua estremità e cominciò a volteggiare tenendo lo sguardo sulla figura del fratello che si allontanva, sempre più piccolo, fino a sembrare un puntino nero su un foglio grigio.
..."Il vento ha portato qui le nostre vite e qui ritorneremo al termine del nostro viaggio. Il Ragazzo e la Ballerina"...
Riviera and the sun shone more than all the others, extremely pleased to have completed its task.
Maria Cozzupoli
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