After a Saturday night spent like many others, but no peak of enthusiasm (rather than the assessment of the day in general in which he enjoyed a great ocean!), We preparing for this Sunday in early summer.
Matthew woke peaceful, at home it was only that the family had already slingshots out of town. He
breakfast with fruit and leaf through as usual teletext pages, more as a natural gesture that consciously. Today
would not go to the beach (despite the heat of the midday he did regret a little '), had invited him to an' arrustuta, "that in the era of social networks has become an event. Now nothing is as it once was, or maybe it is, but give it a trendy name contributes to the success of a thing. And as things do, to make them succeed in this part of Sicily is not entirely obvious, and Matthew came back to make things go well but a little 'healthy marketing, which are times when you have to know how to sell.
The event (which was really a big event) was a Sunday as a few.
For Matthew was a joy to taste old, recalling the Sunday family barbecue.
accompanied by the cry of the father: "meat meat meat" that brings back the pleasure of the same banquet.
Matthew thought that everything was still as it was then. The pleasure of eating roasted meat had not been tarnished by time, nor aware of the dignity that had once given to those who choose not to eat meat, which also complied with (such as forgetting the vegetarian dinners with lisa at university, the tofu, barley, or the endless discussions with her sister). And then gave taste the flavor of the festival!
The Roman period was discovered in his life "roasting the gardens" and now he knew that he would no longer could be confused. Joy is the fat that runs!
meat roasted on a brazier repetition, music of various kinds and of many bits. Friends, acquaintances, smiles and water balloon. could be a day at the beach for all it was a memorable Sunday.
satisfaction in all the sunset was great, but it really forces the bone.
Fatigue, however, he did not desist from a promise (more with himself than with her).
was the evening of the dance show.
Matthew had some experience in terms of essays, gyms, miniature ballerinas six years and more.
One of the most pleasant memories and remote is precisely linked to the first essay of his sister. scene in "Cinderella." in particular, recalls the summer exhibition at the sea, the mother acted as shuttling between Sampieri and marina with a car full of girls the most beautiful beach.
Years later, perhaps at a carnival, Matthew danced all night with what had been the Cinderella of that dance recital ... thinking back to that thing, he grew in self-esteem!
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More recent and less nostalgic of the years gone, but equally important is alive and everything that is related to the staging by his sister and some of his friends show up fellini ...
was like being part of the company for Matthew and his family, and that summer has certainly realized that her sister had made for that world there.
saw her beautiful, and often regretted not being able to see dance more often ... damn!
Matthew was sitting in seventh or eighth row, barely saw the stage, but the distinguished very well dressed and danced in the wind. Technically
could not give an opinion but the expressiveness of the girl convinced him even more. the rest at their first meeting, it was the pitch of that smile, to be out of tune with everything else. Marta
always appeared as beautiful and as soon as he crossed his eyes, his head went back immediately clear ...
Matthew came home, thought about the show and her day.
closing the door of his car he murmured: "That's nice that Sunday is RED on the calendar."
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