Key Genius's Blog, page 224
September 4, 2015
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Regrann from veneziadavivere - #Venezia72 #actor
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By Elena Tubaro
Andrea and his double life in #heartofflesh: Student and male...
Andrea and his double life in #heartofflesh: Student and male model “Key”. Soon in English version
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September 3, 2015
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From my #Snapchat
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From my #Snapchat
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#lamborghiniaventador black
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#car...
#lamborghiniaventador black
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#rain #love
#HeartOfFlesh #cp6 #Lovewilltearusapartagain #excerpt
“Did you forget I was coming?” she asks,
going in.
He closes the gate. “I didn’t think you were
serious.”
She immediately asks him about Barbara and he explains
her condition, while walking her to the swings. He asks her not to talk too
loudly so as not to wake his uncle. So they begin to whisper.
She sighs, not seeming relieved. “I really hope
you’re right. I really hope so. Anyway, I think it’s the right attitude. She
needs you to be strong.”
They seem to feel the same way.
“Can I get you something?” he asks, putting
his hands in his pockets. He would like to ask her name but is afraid he might
offend her. Maybe talking a little it will come to him.
“I know you don’t remember me,” she says, head
lowered.
He jumps and gives the grass a kick.
“Sorry…”
“Don’t worry. I’m not offended.” She tilts her
head to the side and grins a little. Her black hair tickles her denim jacket.
“That’s why I brought this.” She lifts the bag towards him. “So
you’ll remember,” she smiles.
Andrea nods, not very convinced. “What do I have
to do?”
She points to a swing. “Sit down.”
That’s easier said than done. It’s for children and
the seat is too small for him now, but to make her happy he tries to sit down. He
doesn’t tell her that he can feel the hooks in his legs.
She kneels down in front of him and opens the bag.
There’s a CD player inside, like those that haven’t been seen for at least ten years.
He recognizes it.
“It was your dad’s. You took it that day to play
me this song…” she says, putting some old earphones into his ears.
“It was the last time we saw each other. I never had the chance to give it
back to you. I couldn’t give it to your parents since you stole it for
me.” She smiles, blushing. “Close your eyes.”
She presses play and Andrea listens to the song.
A guitar starts playing, then another and then drums;
it’s an unusual sound; it seems like rock music but is strange, somewhat gothic
and punk. It’s a melodic song, though. His foot taps the beat without him
realizing.
A man’s voice, full of melancholy, sings the first
words:
“When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions will not grow
And we’re changing our ways
Taking different roads…”
He knows it!
He hears the song arrive from his distant past with a suitcase
full of memories.
He sees himself as a child, sitting in the living room
with his little legs dangling from a chair. His father has just received a new CD
from abroad. He couldn’t wait to receive it so Gina the caretaker has sent it on
to him in Clusone. He’s all excited and tells mom all about it. She’s happy
too.
Barbara has pigtails and is eating a piece of focaccia
with olives, sticking her fingers inside to take them out one by one. She’s
tiny, five years old or maybe younger.
Andrea sees the CD on the table, wondering what’s so
special about it. There’s a very pale guy on the front, with dark hair and a
strange fringe. His mouth is right up to the microphone and everything else is
black. It’s written in a language that he can’t read though he knows that it’s
English.
His parents are so happy that he decides to take it
and have a listen. He snatches the disc, along with the CD player, and runs off.
He runs very fast…
“Then love, love will tear us apart again” sings Ian Curtis, the voice of Joy Division, his
parents’ favorite band. It’s a compilation that came out in 2000, containing a
special song, “Love, love will tear us apart again.”
Andrea runs to a little girl that he loves very much. He
has fun all day long with her in the mountains. He runs to his inseparable
friend, his dear…
“Susy!” he exclaims, his eyes open wide.
She smiles and nods.
He caresses her face, rediscovering the happy, curious
little eyes and sweet, magnetic look, from long ago. Specks of Nutella on that
soft, delicate mouth. Puffy, rosy cheeks over smooth, red cheekbones. In that
so smooth hair, a rebellious mane, always full of tufts of grass.
“Susy…” he repeats, amazed.
Her eyes haven’t changed, only she had such a light
inside. And she still has it.
“I’m older now. You could call me Sus - »
He jumps up without letting her finish. He grabs her
around the waist, squeezes her tightly and lifts her up. He swings around on
the spot as she throws her arms around his neck. They spin around, on their
personal merry-go-round of memories, happy and moved to have found each other
again.
Andrea takes her head and kisses her on the cheek, on
the forehead and even on her henna scented hair.
He has his sweet Susy in his arms. His affection for
her had only been locked away in his heart. When she looks at him and calls him
dear Andrea again, the lock is opened, and a lovely glow warms his soul.
