Key Genius's Blog, page 276
March 8, 2015
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Heart of flesh - Blood bond (cp5) 3/4
They leave with lowered heads and make their waytowards their cars. His uncle advises him that they gave him the bags that were
recovered at the accident site, and placed them in the trunk. He wants to stay
with him a few days; he doesn’t want to leave him alone.
Andrea thanks him, and, each with their own car, they
go to the house where he had spent all his childhood holidays. He hasn’t been
back to Clusone for over ten years and he would never have imagined coming back
under these conditions.
It’s the dead of night, and even the mountains are
resting. They rise up majestically, piercing the sky strewn with stars that are
illuminated like little lights intimidated by the three quarter moon, splendid
in its silvery glow.
The house is still surrounded by a foliage fence that
protects the courtyard from prying eyes. All on one floor, the windows and
doors locked from the inside. His uncle opens the gate, they go inside one
after the other with the cars, which they leave parked outside.
The walk down the red tiled driveway is accompanied by
the intense chirping of cicadas.
Fortunately, his uncle knows the security code to
enter. Andrea doesn’t remember, even if they had told him many times.
He reads the nameplate “Groppi” on the door
and the memories slowly resurface.
It’s the house that was the birthplace of his mother
and grandmother, all the Groppis have lived here.
The smell of the past envelops, and almost stuns him.
The aroma of the pipe tobacco that his father only smokes here still lingers.
Like the vegetables cooked in the morning and the wood that’s a little musty.
It’s not cold, yet an icy wind penetrates his bones,
making his shoulders tighten up suddenly. He goes straight to his old room, the
one he shared with his sister.
"Don’t you want something to eat or drink?" his
uncle asks him, placing the bags in the hall.
"I’m not hungry, I’m not thirsty, I don’t want
anything," he replies with his head down. He sees the usual burgundy carpet
and the usual wooden nightstand with two small doors, one without a handle.
His uncle turns on the light, illuminating the
entrance hall.
It’s not like a trip into the past, time has never
passed here.
Everything is there and in the same place. The corridor
opens into a large hall which the various rooms face onto. Three bedrooms, the kitchen,
the dining room and the bathroom.
He looks at the pictures of his grandparents hanging
on the walls, of children with the drum and guitar, the red hat of straw, the sieve
and the drawings that he and Barbara had made when they were little. The sideboard
that was in his room and they had moved because his little sister had arrived
and they needed space for another cot.
He clenches his fists when he feels a knot in his throat.
“I’m going to sleep,” he says, seeing the photos taken in past Christmases,
where everyone is smiling, including him, and that now tear him apart mercilessly.
"I’ll call you for eleven, okay?"
He nods and goes into the bedroom, closing the glass
door behind him. The two beds are still there with their pink and blue quilts.
The stuffed animals and old toys are still resting on the shelves, as well as
the children’s fairy tale and adventure books. Everything is in order, and clean.
It seems like a house that has been inhabited all
year.
It’s just him who’s the stranger. Thrown into a
context that is no longer concerns him, he takes off his shoes leveraging them
with his toes and lies down slowly on the bed. He puts himself onto his side and
curls up with his silent suffering and the ticking of the clock that beats out all
the wrong things said and the right things unspoken with every second, now lost
forever.
He tosses and turns in that bed all night with the
sobs of his uncle that slip through the cracks of the closed doors, and
alternate with moments of silence.
He sees the room dimly lit by the dawn and the sun
that filters through the cracks.
Maybe he dozed off, because when his uncle called him,
he wakes up.
“Andrea,” he calls, lightly knocking on the glass
floor.
He tries to say something, but his mouth is dry. He
clears his throat. “Yes, uncle, I’m coming:”
He tries to get up, but he doesn’t have any energy.
His arms are weak and his legs are trembling.
I have to find the strength.
I have to find the strength…
He repeats it to himself many times, but every word echoes
in the emptiness he feels inside. He just wants to sink into an abyss, forget
everything and be forgotten. Become nothing himself.
Then, the face of Barbara flashes before his eyes. She
needs her brother, the brother who has never been there.
He stands up for her, breathes for her and makes his
way.
Each step is heavy, but after a while he gets used to
it. It was as if he were on an alien planet. The pain he feels is too strong to
be from this world.
As soon as he arrives in the kitchen, his uncle looks
ravaged by the after-effects of an anxiety overdose mixed with suffering. His eyelids
are swollen and red, his eyes look at him through the two fissures that are
struggling to stay open.
He barely manages to hold the pan of water for the coffee.
Andrea holds him and puts a hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll do it, uncle,” he says. Barbara is not the only one who needs
him. “Sit down, I’ll make you some coffee.”
His uncle nods and throws himself on the chair. He’s
wearing the same clothes from the day before too. He places his hand on blue
sunflower tablecloth, his mother’s favorite. His hands are flat and stretched
out.
When Andrea brings the large breakfast cups to the
table, he doesn’t move. And when pours the hot water, the steams tickles his
face without provoking any reaction from him.
He sits in front of him, clasps his hand and he bursts
into tears again.
I cannot break down, I have to support my uncle.
"Come on, uncle. We have to go to Barbara."
He nods, sniffles and eats a cookie with small bites.
Andrea tries to eat something too, he takes a bite but it remains stuck on his
tongue. Swallowing has never been so difficult.
"We have to, first of all," mentions his
uncle with a sigh, "go to the store." He pauses. "To do a little
shopping." He swallows. "For dinner."
“Okay.”
He drinks half a cup and manages to eat three butter
cookies, although with great difficulty. Then, he goes to the bathroom to
freshen up. The mirror reflects a haggard face that he hasn’t seen before, even
after the Synthetic Hole.
He looks for a spare sweater in the closet. He finds
one that he was convinced he threw away a month ago, but his mother must have brought
it here like the other clothing he no longer wears even if they’re still new.
He sees several of them, all placed in order.
That’s why they always had so many bags.
He
gets dressed and they go to the convenience store.
(From “Heart of Flesh” available in English version for summer 2015.)
For #womanday #festadelladonna
D’Annunzio - Clint to me...
For #womanday #festadelladonna
D’Annunzio - Clint to me
En: Cling to me, left to me, sure.
I do not miss you and I miss you.
We will find, we will find the secret truth
on which our love will stand forever,
unchangeable.
Do not get close to me, do not suffer alone,
Do not hide your pain!
Tell me, when your heart swells with it.
Let me hope that I could comfort you.
Nothing is concealed from us, and nothing is hidden.
I dare to remember a long as you have the same place.
Tell me and I’ll answer again without lying.
Let me help you, because of you I get so much!
It: Stringiti a me, abbandonati a me, sicura.
Io non ti mancherò e tu non mi mancherai.
Troveremo, troveremo la verità segreta
su cui il nostro amore potrà riposare per sempre,
immutabile.
Non ti chiudere a me, non soffrire sola,
non nascondermi il tuo tormento!
Parlami, quando il cuore ti si gonfia di pena.
Lasciami sperare che io potrei consolarti.
Nulla sia taciuto fra noi e nulla sia celato.
Oso ricordarti un patto che tu medesima hai posto.
Parlami e ti risponderò sempre senza mentire.
Lascia che io ti aiuti, poiché da te mi viene tanto bene!
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March 6, 2015
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