also have made anything to be next to his/her lover, therefore you/he/she was him to decide the to make.
"Will escape away from everything and everybody!Giuliano " said with thundering voice an evening.
The rain roared sharp pain and violent on the terrace to the last floor of the colonial house and the echo of that beating it dinned in the room imperious and threatening, as it was a bad premonition, a warning that held you gave the minds of the two persons in love on their choices. Katrine trembled of fear to the alone idea to be open from his/her father and at the same time a quiver of anomalous joy it amplified that tremor childishly making her/it unstable, sat on one of the two big wicker chairs, that had supported the loudspeakers wild orchestratori of his/her emotional liberation. Perhaps it was who knows the chair, that waved still imperceptibly some pleasant played harmonies that summer and the body of Katrine it naturally entered resonance with the ghost of those music and he/she didn't succeed really to star firm.
"Tell me thing I must do and I will do him/it. I am afraid but I would follow you anywhere!Katrine " whispered to Giuliano while it was maintaining the fixed eyes on the door, timorous that someone could enter of hit.
Suddenly then this opened and Jasmine entered with the tears to the eyes and a big casket among the hands.
"You excuse, I have not made to less less than listen to your conversation from behind the door. Katrine, is pregnant, I am happy for you, but at the same time I die to the idea that you must escape and to leave here me alone. I know that if you will go away, we won't see anymore probably there again. To escape, however, seems me the only possible thing to save you from the anger of our families. In this casket there are all of my savings. To me they don't serve, pick them up you, will have a big need of it. I will talk to the stableman, he has a weak for me, I will surely convince him/it to give you the horses of my brothers and it will pretend, then, that have stolen them to you with the deception."
You/he/she could not say anything, it bursted in hiccups and it hid the face among the hands. Katrine raced to embrace her/it and together, between kisses and caresses, they consumed every tear of their eyes, that however it didn't extinguish the prickly pain for theirs by now definite separation.
It was late night when, in saddle to the two stallions, the couple abandoned the house. The rain had already stopped tormenting the air leaving the place to the dampness memory of its passage. For over a hour they galloped without standstill with the cold air that paralysed their faces. Any regret could reach them anymore, their hearts galloped faster than the themselves horses and, whatever world you/they had met on the other side, you/they would have faced him together. After weeks of mishaps they found a place whether to be able to finally begin their new life. Milan was the last destination of theirs to err. You/they were helped by some old friends of Giuliano. Then for him it was an instant to recognize the family turns underhand of the city that you/they had weaned him from little boy.
In the meantime Dafne was born. The mole family modestly lived, without never being you/he/she deprives some bread, but without not even something more that you/he/she could create one some comfort. Dafne grew half for road, half under to the aegis it influences of good private teachers. Elderly retired teachers that, always for some unknown motive, they owed something or they asked help to her father for ordinary extra errands, and Giuliano made him pay in lessons for his/her/their daughter. These made her/it wise in all the classical subjects, in the music and even in the dance.
To the ten year-old age Dafne, together with his/her/their father, owed face the hardest test of his/her life. His/her mother, Katrine, seriously got sick of pneumonia and in few days it exhaled the last breath. His/her father, blinded by the pain, he/she succeeded for well ten years to sustain himself/herself/themselves shiny alone thanks to the love and the sense of responsibility that it tried towards his/her daughter.
The witness of this existential relay race will pass, as you/he/she is obvious in all the genealogical trees of the history, in the hands of the direct descent. In this case, of Dafne. As has known his/her future husband and as has lived with him up to the moment of his/her tragic disappearance, they are irrelevant details compared to what it immediately sprang after that tragic event.
XII
An eternity instant, a whole life in an only pulsation of eyelashes. Centomila excites contained in one hundred seasons, existences inserted among them bottom to his/her eyes, existences broken to hurt under him the eyelids to the endless sky that overhung him/it from the tall one with his/her molt wisdom. An unbearable numbness and then a pain of bones shattered to the ground they invested his/her terrestrial existence, as it was fallen from the remote peak of the Olimpo. Of that atrocious spasm that pervaded him the body succeeded in freeing only thanks to the inhuman rattle of the man that he folds up under to the inexpressible weight of the endless one. The whole vicissitude of that extraneous family had lived, and he/she knew for some that had not been a case ch'egli you/he/she had learned the stories of those people. There was surely a connection with his/her past or future life that laced his/her destiny to that extraneous that you/he/she had spied from the tall one some celestial clouds, out of the time and out of any logical reasoning. Katrine, Jasmine, who knows where those stupendous creatures of whom you/he/she had shared the most secret emotions were now. The circle to the head that darkened him the thoughts was very heavy that didn't allow him to remember with real clarity the following events to the escape of Katrine. He/she knew to have observed to escape her/it with a man of whom he/she didn't absolutely remember the face, another preponderant figure of woman it was also certain there pits in that history but not of it rimembrava at all neither the features, neither tantomeno the name.
You looked around still at hoping that in that mausoleum Egyptian something had stirred, but its hopes broke him on the rock-clifves of mute air that protected the insolent crypt that held him/it chained to the nothing. It was still incapable to stir and, for irony of the fate, stopped by invisible chains that held back him/it on a macaw as a ready kidskin to be immolated. The soliloquy of its soul was finally interrupted by the entrance in scene of the superb creator of that unfair action that bitterly it imprisoned him/it.
"My stupendous King, my enchanting lover, forgive me! I will put soon an end to the boredom of your immobility. My gesture is simply a way to make you avoid that narrow stanzetta in which you confine you. Starting today you won't have of it more need from the moment in which I have also succeeded to put an end to that cyclical imprisonment that held apart me, away from you and from the harmony that it unravels thanks to the mixture of ours golden. I will force you as I have made with myself to detach you from the horrendous dependence to the loneliness. You/he/she can also be traveled in two, of sure also more intensely that alone."
"Dafne, this time I don't absolutely feel like participating in one of your picturesque performances. What have done is unforgivable! You would not be never you due to allow to violate my liberty and now I ask you to do in way to free me to the quick one from this sorcery, otherwise my anger will become larger to the point to become uncontrollable. The harmony of which you speak is an univocal construction your personnel. Always remembered that I am a melody, I develop me hovering free in the time. The accord is the form stiffened of the melody. In the accord the melody dies!"
The eyes of Dafne subitamentes reddened and she was thrown on him hold to its breast.
"My love, prays you, it tries to trust me. Mine to do seems you dark, but it has a deep sense, it has an ineluctable explanation that will benefit to both. I will never limit yours endless to ascend, your natural inclination to progress as man and above all as Spirit. I want only to ask to allow you to channel me yours usual habits in different way, only momentarily, to avoid the irreparable one. Then you will see that everything will return as before, perhaps better of before."
Saint stared at her/it bewildered. He/she didn't succeed in being convinced of thing it could have happened to the
divine nymph ch'era been always Dafne, acute and indomitable, free and without some limit that he/she forced her/it or that it did in way to force him to do something. In a beating of eyelashes, without any reasonable explanation, Dafne seemed to be incappata in a nightmare to which wanted to force to participate him/it. Even you/he/she would have been able her who knows to help. But for now, to Saint it interested only his/her liberty, the key to be able him to release from that paradox.
"Thing will return as before? What devil bushels saying, Dafne? Nothing is not happened, as far as I know, from the last time when I have still seen you wise. And I now awaken me paralyzed with you that I/you/he/she rave prey follies to the anguish. If want to make me edotto I concern even to the last developments of our existences and then to free me from this condition, I would be really thankful of it!"
Dafne withdrew him in face. You removed from the breast of Saint and, sat him to his/her side, on the icy marble of the surly macaw, stage of their play, dampened him the lips with the language before starting to speak.
"I know well that you have gotten used to know everything or immediately to try to
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