The right direction .
The alarm clock rang too early that day. It was five o'clock. Fabio greeted with annoyance that crackling sound and got out of bed to reach the shutter button off and prevent him to continue.
Certainly not to want to leave.
- Played, make breakfast, but you get up, that I know how it ends -. Joelle
not even move his lips, and answered him in a whisper:
- Ehh? Yes, yes, I know, go go -.
- Yes, yes, go, go, go go -. Indeed
six minutes later, even after a new call, Joelle came to the kitchen. Sitting in front of Fabio latte made of the situation.
- Marriage is the art of compromise: there is always a part that gives more enough to do it reluctantly, but with love -.
- Bravo. Love and marriage, compromise and failure, have put all our love in a sentence. If we came to live in Paris because you asked for it. It seems to me a choice, I would say, more important than a trip, no? -
- You're right, you know I'm a whiny, but to me 'tour is not like. The Bay of the dead is one of the places that fascinated me most in the world, and go with a guided tour bothers me: I already know that we'll be there in fifty. A place where planning to come back alone, you and me, knowing that we would not have said anything but only heard the sound of the tide away and unseen, watching the lighthouse Ile de Being like a ghost that lurks between the foam and steam -.
- Ooh that poetry, go drink it cold. This is the past, we have already seen and tried these things are part of us and nobody will take away, do not worry. It will meet again today. Simply, it is another thing. Life is ever changing, even in the same places. Even if we returned two of us, would be the same, we would be repetitive, dull. In fact, always be disappointed because even though the two of us will not be the same. It 'a good thing, believe me. You were not already happened to the Pont du Gard? That the second time I looked smaller, you see? -
- Maybe you're right. - Said Fabio lowering gaze on the cup - It 's the charm of the first time. The unexpected, the new, the unexpected comes only once, though they may be nice, then when you do not repeat them anymore. It may be beauty, but there is no more heart sank, emotion, palpitation, the illusion that life changes forever. He always has a gray background noise, life, and not pleasant. But at that moment the sound stops, do not feel it anymore, and the feeling is beautiful. E 'immortality. - Paused, looked up and stared at her, saying - only you know are new every morning. For this I love you like the first day -.
- Look at the first days did not love me - did dry - as it had targeted immediately Denise -.
- I loved you without knowing it - joked Fabio - but then I realized -.
- Okay, okay. Do not bring up, I'm one that no one ever looks at the past, you know. Think rather that many people know today. This idea of \u200b\u200bus a bit 'of friends taking trips instead of the leaflets was brilliant, do not say it's not true -.
- It 's true, do not hide it, but hell at least choose it, let's talk: Depending on the trips you had to even think about the friends we'd made. After the pilgrimage, by Teresa of Lisieux we had to go to the Marian rosary on Friday of the month - then he raised his voice for emphasis - Here's our French May! Think a bit, and now we have friends of eighty -.
- Marier, that nice old lady, what a treasure!
- Okay, I do not discuss but which are lasting friendships, which bases are to take root in society? In two years you are dead and all the friends you have to start all over again. Or maybe you tap him on the caregiver -.
- In society, but how do you speak? Neither be cynical, Marier has children who now know and see how I chose even better. Or did you go to Disneyland with the elementary school? -
- Well, you had taken even that -.
- Yes, but then I gave up -.
- Thanks, it was full and we had taken for maniacs or freeloaders. Children and parents with the snacks offered by the school. Not having children, much less to that school. And of course you did without even telling me. How this time. Joelle
jumped up and as always his words projected into the future. This was definitely different. He spoke to him in the past and future. But they met in the present.
- Force that otherwise arrive late this time too -.
- Never let it be: all those old women with handkerchiefs on the head, his eyes full of hatred that we looked through the windows, my mother. We got on the bus as the Romans to the gauntlet -.
- Exactly, we avoid another Lisieux -. Indeed
at six o'clock they went up into the bus. Joelle, despite not knowing anyone, greeted everyone with his usual euphoria, which at that time seemed to wake people up more than coffee, forcing them to start languages \u200b\u200bsweatshirts and bleary eyes. Some people liked and others not. But the trips are well thought Fabio, you never know who you touch. To us and them. It 's like the city where you are born. But he loved Paris, he had always felt it, now. And yes the first time we had come just a day trip organized by the Circle of university employees. But he had loved her the same, regardless. Nowhere else in the world the colors of the houses and shops were combined so harmoniously with the voice of the newspaper, those of autumn leaves of the limes or sycamores summer with straw chairs of coffee and leather notebooks in the hands of the waiters, while the hats did not prevent tourists never the view of the attic. And above all, in any place and at any time, the view of the Eiffel Tower gives you a feeling of benevolent motherhood that prevented anyone to feel alone. And he was back there alone. Award of Science. Only completely. So he met Joelle. He had always wondered if he would have loved the same, if it had been known el'avesse Italian in Milan. However, now loved them both.
was happy and he knew it. Often happiness is a regret, to find out later, when you enjoy the most you can when you can not say "I am happy" but you have to say bitterly, "I was happy and did not know" and give yourself the fool. No, Fabio was happy and he knew it. And always wanted to be happier. Starting tomorrow. Today was a little 'less. But that's okay. You may regret for a day of happiness, if you know that tomorrow will be back.
Three hours later, crossed the Loire and Brittany Joelle's chatter and feigned sleep Fabio, arrived at their destination.
The bus left them a couple of miles from the lighthouse of Pointe du Raz. Under clear skies crossed a huge, soft carpet of heather flowers. Fabio was reconciled with his memories.
- Oh, it's almost better now than when -.
- Even if we are fifty, you've seen? -
Once again he had to give her reason. Indeed. He took off his shoes and began to walk barefoot on the heroic went off towards the cliff. Joelle smiled at him, but thought it was an excuse to get away.
- Fabio! Come on, there is a knoll in the sun, here it is dry, and is at peace ... there are a mess ... - And sat on the grass while he reached for her:
- Excuse me, but then why now are looking for a secluded place? Eh, if you want to participate in the collective ritual, and collectively are! - Fabio said, reaching it with shoes in hand and panting.
The day passed pleasantly. The Bay of the dead are still committed to show the charm away the sea as the sun looking down on the coast of lewd granite could not help blushing. At five in the evening they walked towards the bus, leaving some greasy wad of paper and a bit 'of crumbs to the seagulls and ants. It was not so bad. He was returning, still barefoot, beside a lady who wanted to know everything about him, and that he liked.
- A creative person, I do, madame, for advertising agent. Yes, it takes imagination, but specific, not generic. Ideas finalized. A little 'as the difference between art and design. No, not just a natural gift, I made specific studies. Creativity also learns, say is cultivated and improved. These antennas have always open. It breathes through every pore, every moment. A more intense, ready to catch any inspiration from life. It 's just a bit' anxiety. Never pull, you're always working -.
As an example he described to his companion of years before that Sunday, when the grassy courtyard of a church campaign had seen some happy expressions on their faces red-faced: they danced to the sound of an electric piano, happy to be there and leave any worries. And he was forced to flee in horror, then blame the damn piano, an artifice in that awful place full of beautiful nature and secret stories ever told. A time for others to laughter and to him that if he was denied, was a problem. Not that he was not happy. But his happiness was active, conscious, sensible pleasure, like a door always open, sometimes unhappiness. Ataraxia was impossible.
- So dear lady, why, in certain places at certain times, the same, the same for everyone, some may believe to glimpse eternity and other ear feel an icy breath of imminent disaster? It depends on which direction you turned his eye. But it's hard to know, each has its own, is like a navigator secret. The road is only one of three hundred fifty-nine degrees of possible errors. One is the right one. Only you know and do not apply advice. I think I've found. How many can say the same? We seek refuge in, but I never die, and if I was not happy I will say every day, quietly, you feel like a distant voice in the night, you are restless, that does not give you peace and not it makes you sleep -. Mrs.
was troubled and had difficulty falling asleep that night, thinking about the girl of his dreams.
buses arrived at the air began to cool.
During the return trip did nothing but tell jokes at the microphone. Italian jokes in French. And they laughed as well. It was difficult to identify.
In fact, the evening felt changed. But he had only taken a step forward.
Joelle was asleep when she heard whispering:
- The right direction. If you find it, you'll always know what to do.
Bonne nuit, joliecoeur .
