My Neighbor Does Illegal Fireworks

background to that vision, thunderclap in the distance were a counterpoint to the force with which the memories of Henry flocked to his mind, waves crashing on the rocks of his thoughts.
He saw Mary.
Remember, the first moments the war.
When he ran again and was playing with his friends on the streets.
So, he did not care nothing about life, the flower of love.
Until one summer evening in the back courtyard of their home, did not stand in front of a white building, which gave off a fragrance full of strange color.
But the grapes were not intoxicating to have caught his eye.
Behind the ephemeral layer, and a delicate face glistening with sweat, appeared slightly lit by dim yellow bulbs.
His movements were as slow, or perhaps the wish that they were, made him look like the girl floating in the air, in a vaguely hypnotic dance. Henry came
the building, the nose pointed in the air, as if in contemplation of the zodiac.
wanted to hear, wanted to hear.
He wanted to smell her perfume, but it was filled with wonderful wisteria but greedy.
mumbling, talking but did not distinguish the words. In
sudden burst of laughter, he recognized immediately, was the first to start laughing and the last stop.
Certainly it was his voice, strong and resolute, with a warm tone and sweet.
For days, weeks even, Henry happened to be passing that way. Could not understand how their inevitably led him to walk from there, with all the alternative ways he could go. But he had not seen her.
Mary. Had discovered his name, a little later. He had to thank his mother for a very fortuitous event. He had heard gossip with Mrs. Vanni, their neighbor, and magically, had just appointed the House of Wisteria, in Moretti. Only then Henry had placed very carefully to the words of two women, while the courtyard housed the bicycle.
Henry smiled, hearing about that family, and hear say, no gossip, the name of the only daughter.

Then the fateful call that awaited him, was still a mystery not revealed.
Mary had become his reason for living.

emerged from his memories, which told him to return, to know her, finally. The diamonds
closer, however, the shouting, "You must die! Here! Now!" Insistent, pounding.
would not listen.

He hoped that Mary was waiting for him, his stranger who had come back from war.