MY SOUL CRIES
FIRST PART
Of Giorgio De Ritis
MY SOUL CRIES
Copyright © 2017 Giorgio De Ritis
Translated : LISA MASONI
Publisher: Tektime – www.traduzionelibri.it
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MY SOUL CRIES
FIRST PART
Of Giorgio De Ritis
The smile was your gift,
with that I grew up and with that you're gone.
To my second soul,
MY GRANDFATHER GABRIELE.
CHAPTER I
I strongly believe that the time does not age the skin or heal our pains most unbearable. I believe that the same time take care of us, me and you.
To be noted: each of us chooses his own destiny and its own way to go, then every path you decide to implement, life puts before great challenges. It depends on the people decide on final act of their stories.
Life, in this case, decided for him: she was there.
In a February colder than usual on Saturday afternoon, Simone, a young soul of just fifteen years struggling with adolescence, did not know that from there in a few hours the fate could change his life, in a snap of the fingers. He lived with his mother, paternal grandparents, with his brothers Sebastiano, Valerio and Giorgia and a lovely dog.
The father has decided to embark on a road of no return and Simone already knew that in the future he would find a void difficult to fill.
The separation from his parents weighed on the outcome of his adolescence and especially the school had become a disaster in recent times, the art school taken right to the last train, one of those who pass once in a lifetime. In the classrooms with numbers like the universities, their eyes had crossed.
In the 3rd of that year there was a big party from 8:00 at 13:45. It was a pretty weird a little bit for everyone but especially for Simone.
"Simone! Instead of sitting there idling on the bench tell me if you have studied Dante? " the teacher of letters said.
"Dante's Cock! UH prof look ... Yesterday I had to dedicate myself to my grandfather. You know, he's got a bad disease. "
"Okay, but next time come up with a better excuse, Sleepyhead!"
Simone inwardly he knew he had to study, but what would the Professor of letters, however, believed on the word. Now Simone knew he had already played the confidence of all teachers of that school because of its many lies but how could they know that the guy this time was telling the truth and that destiny has decided the way of her beloved grandfather, because of that illness which had taken possession of him?
No one believe him anymore because now no one could really figure out when he was telling the truth or not.
Day in the life of Simone became more gloomy, grey and cold every morning had become just like that beloved February and felt that something inside him was already changing, but was not yet ready to understand life.
The school continued to be a complete disaster and the long-awaited day had come: the school Assembly.
Here wishing I could make you smile, but only now I see the shame that a mother can feel.
On the morning of the bloody meeting shone a radiant sun, kind of like his classmate and adventures Gonzalo was. He came from Argentina, he was in Italy for seven years and he was a very nice guy with many girls around him. I was wondering if it weren't for the fact that he was muscular or because maybe he knew just how to get pleasure.
While the two were talking with their gang of friends, suddenly they saw to get a mix of a goat and Mahatma Gandhi with drawing equipment in one hand and in the other his purse where always had a seasonal fruit for your morning snack. As is his custom, he opened the classroom window to change the air but I don't know if you could tell he was got out the winter and that that sun had been put there by the creator only to deceive.
"Good morning 3A!" he said with a beautiful voice ringing, "are you ready to paint?". "Professor doesn't explain, right? Wait at least the second now! " the entire class exclaimed in chorus.
The Professor knew they could find a way to keep lesson but, despite everything, sometimes their demands satisfied.
Made the customary appeal, all were preparing to draw except three boys, the usual: Gonzalo, Simone and Leonardo.
Oh I forgot, how can I let him! Leonardo may seem strange to the impact, but getting to know him over the years can be understood as in him, besides his sympathy and a touch of extravagance, he concealed a boy with all my heart and soul good, always willing to help out when there was a need.
Simone turned and waved at Sandra, Lucia and then her, Cecilia, what possibly could be his girlfriend, just that, again, fate would have it there was a different course.
"What did you do yesterday afternoon?" he asked.
"Nothing," Lucia and Sandra replied simply.
"I went to the course of the license," said Cecilia.
Simone, Gonzalo and Leonardo were informed more until, at some point, it was time bet. Simone was drinking and pretended to spit water on Cecilia. "Simone so you don't have the guts to spit water on drawing", the girls challenged, Sandra and Lucia.
"You think I don't have courage? You watch, "retorted Simone, and in no time at all the water ended up on Cecilia.
The staggered faces she commented on from sun and Cecilia, incredulous and irritated, he raised his finger furiously calling the professor.
Fate would have it that day did not take one of those notes you would remember for years and in less time than it takes to say Simone was the outline of Professor of geometric pattern in front of him who reproached him to redesign the table to poor Cecilia and threatened to tell the fact to the mother during the afternoon meeting.
"No, she professed, stop! I will remake it , for God's sake! " the girl replied dryly knowing that the quality of Bill Simone was equal to buy expired food at discount stores. But then he was there for photography and not for design.
That was a strange year where Simone in his heart already knew that the rejection was imminent.
One thing I've been able to admire by Simone is that whatever problem he was always able to rise again, it wasn't a boy yielding, knew motivate yourself and fight in front of every evil.
Finally arrived that afternoon. It was December, outside the sky was already turned black, a neutral colour in the mind of every human being which the soul can really understand its nuances. Elena's mother, Simone, appreciated the darkness even though she had already travelled in darkness in the past and knew how to react to every hurt, every little nuance of that colour.
That Simone was known for his sympathy could tell him as soon as he had the chance to talk to them and they knew it for up all parents of his friends.
Little detail on Elena: she had a beautiful complexion on the skin, I would say of peach blossoms, but everyone is free to imagine.
Professor after Professor was a bitter pill to swallow for that woman that perhaps she could beat her son for good. But she didn't, she knew the punishment she'd given by just repeating the year.
In Elena's eyes you could tell he was looking for help, comfort, but if only he