Maybe he deserved a picture, this image of love and elegance of the second class, on an intercity Roma-Napoli.
facing each other on two sediolini concealed in the corridor of the carriage.
facing each other on two sediolini concealed in the corridor of the carriage.
him about forty, more and not less. Blueroom a shirt with the cuffs unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up soon, blacks pants, dark socks and shoes with the soles. Overdressed but not sweating despite the infernal heat, lightly and easily adapted to a space too small and uncomfortable. The elbows legs, intent on telling stories and arguing as it did in more favorable contexts, focusing on her as if the rest did not exist but attentive and ready to protect itself from the rest who could ignore. Intuitively, rapidly and without ostentation.
you lean and blond, younger, dressed in pants and vest and clear light. With your back straight when folded to him, frankly absorbed by his words but awake and able to protect even its own preemptive rather than a fraction of a second.
The same degree of adaptability in the feminine, softer but equally secure.
Their hands, in that 'awkward square meter of those who lived with the natural not affected neither by space nor time, you just touched, from time to time.
you lean and blond, younger, dressed in pants and vest and clear light. With your back straight when folded to him, frankly absorbed by his words but awake and able to protect even its own preemptive rather than a fraction of a second.
The same degree of adaptability in the feminine, softer but equally secure.
Their hands, in that 'awkward square meter of those who lived with the natural not affected neither by space nor time, you just touched, from time to time.
