La ragazza del lago

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[visto a Genova]

Racconto

Un breve racconto che ho appena scritto per una gara a tempo fra amici, non gli ho dato il titolo. Il tema come vedrete non è originalissimo, ma sono contento dell’atmosfera in generale.

She was roaming aimlessly between the rows of cactus in the nursery. Her surrounding were full of glass walls and the view could easily go behind of the greenhouse and loosing in the horizont of sea. She questioned herself for one moment to better concentrate on her mood: she was not understanding if that lightness, vaguely euphoric, depended to the arrive on the summer season, pregnant of hazy promises.

Marco appeared from the glass window of the nursery, dressed only with the pants, completely wet.

“I didn’t resist to dive in the water, the first swim of the year”, Marco said with an head of childish pride.
“Aren’t you cold?”

Hercules and Love Affair - Blind