more you look around, the more the white country town seemed overwhelming and intrusive. Only the hot and smoky gray trails, which raised uncertainty from the chimneys of the houses, gave him a comfort from home all that iridescent ice.
seemed to him that the white velvet, so smooth and soft, streak flake after flake, on his chest, becoming heavy and painful.
He wondered if it was so real idea of \u200b\u200binnocence, which seemed to be all snow.
He knew he could be cruel in its unpredictability.
looked at the pile piled on the station platform. It was so irresistibly inviting. He sank the first one foot, wrapped in his favorite worn Converse. Portrayed him soon after, then sank a hand. The lightest pressure was sinking the crystals in the heart when exposed. He felt a certain satisfaction ancestral nell'affondare repeatedly walk in the snow for a few moments he felt as a child.
"Hey boy, what are you doing? Did not you hear the announcement?
The train was an hour late. Freeze if you stay there .. "an old man, leaning against the doorway of the station bar, watching him with a cigarette at the edge of the mouth. Exhaled plumes of white steam and smoke.
His face was friendly, funny, made by thick gray mustache. It seemed to be popped from the pages of a novel of the previous century.
"I really ..."
"Come on in, I offer you something hot"
Saying threw down the remaining half a cigarette and went back.
The boy followed him.
"What can I bring? A cup of coffee? Hot chocolate? A cup of tea? Perhaps something stronger? "On this last proposal
fixed his eyes on the green when young, with an eyebrow raised.
The boy smiled, "It 's very kind, a tea is fine, thank you."
"I could not see you out there in the cold with your feet in the snow. With those shoes there then .. You could take a sickness you know? But I say .... " The bartender
knit, speaking, to prepare the tea. The boy already was no longer listening.
Avvolto nella sua sciarpa bianca e nera, rimase seduto ad un minuscolo tavolino osservando, dalla finestra appannata, la neve che cadeva.
“Ecco qua! Riscaldati un po’” gli disse il barista sorridendo.
“La ringrazio ancora, io non so davvero cosa dire”
“E allora non dire nulla!” gli diede una pacca sulla spalla, con un sorriso gentile sulle labbra, “ti lascio ai tuoi pensieri..” disse, allontanandosi verso il bancone malandato.
Accese una vecchia radio, che si mise a gracchiare rumorosa e stanca. Tutto in quel bar sembrava provenire da epoche passate, tutti gli oggetti davano l’idea di aver visto molti diversi avventori prima di arrivare a quel giorno.
"In winter, it's hard you know, not many visitors pass through this station, when the old lady, elegant in his white robes, embracing these places in his icy embrace and soft, and oh .. It is as if we were isolated from the world. The radio is hard to listen to the waves in the air. "
The boy turned toward him.
was drying with a cloth opaque blue glasses as he spoke those words.
The melancholy in his eyes, which now looks gray.
For a closer look at the guy realized that not only the place felt like old times, but it was a long time since anyone set foot in that bar. Everything was clean and tidy, put away the newspapers of the day sul bancone, ancora nuovi e piegati, in attesa che lontani lettori, avidi di notizie, sfogliassero e sgualcissero distrattamente le loro pagine.
L’uomo posò l’ultimo bicchiere che aveva tra le mani e girò la manopola della radio per cercare una stazione.
Suoni fastidiosi vennero interrotti dal silenzio. “Finalmente!” disse, illuminandosi. “Scusami qualche momento, mi devo assentare un attimo, credo stia suonando il telefono nel retrobottega, se arriva qualcuno, dì che torno subito”.
“Faccia pure”.
Così sparì dietro lo spesso tendaggio beige che separava la sala principale dal retro.
Rimasto solo, il ragazzo si versò il thè dalla grande green tea. Thoughtfully opened two packets of sugar and slid into the liquid and warm amber. Stir gently to dissolve the tiny white crystals.
Then suddenly sprang from the radio sweet piano notes, slow and tender. Although distorted by the scratchy old unit, the melody known immediately stopped the circular motion of his wrist. The music reminded old phonographs, as well as to remind her.
closed his eyes and raised his cup to his lips, while the hot tea drifted pleasantly down the throat, she was there with him, even if hundreds of miles separated them.
Those notes about love, friendship, loneliness, pain, heartbreak.
were wasting their time, yet could do nothing to avoid it ..
A train slowly approached the station platform.
'E' in the train arriving at platform 2 of the 19 385 13.10, travels with a delay of about ninety minutes.
We apologize for any inconvenience this caused gentlemen travelers, and wish you a pleasant journey "
The boy asked if she was still waiting ..
was already the third train was traveling with a delay that day, three hours late after the time of their appointment. At that moment, deeply hated the winter. If only they had not lived so far away.
She pulled her coat, looking around for the old bartender. He was
nn.
He put his hands in his pockets, which they found a piece of paper. He smiled sadly. He decided to go out again.
Frost welcomed him, and the tinkle of the bell at the door greeting the bar, the old, and still smoking pot.
His right hand clutched the letter to her that perhaps he was still waiting, alone, his arrival on a cold station. The song in the bar was theirs. Just as they were the contents of the letter, full of meaning. A
words would never be able to express what he had written. He squeezed the bag, on the verge of tears, in the profound hope of being able to put in his hands.
That she was still there.
Who was still waiting.
*** * Originally Written By Toypurnia
** Revised by Me
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