Sunday, the end of May, a warm sun heats the air. I find a free bench facing the pond. Ducks, ducks and swans swim some placid or coming to peck at the bank where the children throw pieces of bread. I sit and scroll down a few journal title, then I stop, there is no news worthy of my attention. Put on his glasses handy for blacks and I lean back. The air is clean, the trees sway to the slightly higher breeze, the leaves glisten in the sun. Families and children of noisy passing continuously along the shore. I think what might have been different in my life, but the children are away, busy with their peers. The sun is now stronger and warms me up nicely.
A middle-aged couple comes and sits next to me through the dark glasses I see him rather elegant, Rolex and designer ties, her younger, beautiful, long black hair tied back in a queue, with lots of silver and pearls that stand on 'black suit and light tan. It looks like a happy couple or at least calm, talk about their afternoon program.
"Excuse me, sir, I could take a look at your newspaper? "I asked the lady.
"Please sit down" - "Thank You". She opens the page shows "There's this Woody Allen that we have not seen yet, now might be a good day," she says. Me, I love Woody Allen can not resist to say my "I would like to suggest, is not his best, but should be seen at all." Thank you, I see that you like Allen, is the ultimate for us. " We begin to talk about the various films of Allen, on some we agree on each other says its review. I realize that by "Annie Hall" I know almost more than me. At one point the lady: "Since we have this common passion, permits, Alma Paris ".-" Gage "I say, and the gentleman" Domenghi, nice to meet you. " "Mr. Alberti, we usually go to eat a morsel here in two steps, is the home of cinema, is a nice place and the food is good, because it is not with us, so we can continue to talk about our Woody." In fact there are a few minutes for me to eat a novelty in a different place than usual. We assign a nice table in the middle of the lawn, under a single umbrella. I'd never been, is just steps away from Via Veneto, a pleasant discovery. The menu is varied, the sooner a lot of salads is a healthy eating. There recommend a bottle of Verdicchio that seems suitable for a light meal
. We continue to talk about Allen, but I understand from the speeches that Domenghi is a lawyer and Paris is in fashion. At the end of the meal the man insists on paying the bill, I try to protest but nothing and the lady proposes: "Mr. Alberti, can I call Mario, we can also give you the" - "Why no" answer.
"Mario, I have a proposal, we live close by, why not go for coffee at our house, I own a coffee special." - "Okay, Alma, I am curious, go for your coffee." The house is close, third floor, you enter a room, a large window, overlooking the park. A large sofa color of the sky. "I'm going to make coffee, get comfortable"
"I make a few calls, I'm sorry," says Domenghi and disappears. I see a cabinet with the entire DVD collection of Woody Allen, it surprises me and makes me think. Above an antique table, there are three covers libroni with silver embossed with portraits of Mussolini. After a few minutes Alma falls with steaming and fragrant coffee. I notice that my hair was loose, took off necklaces and jewels and wearing a fluffy black reading light. I find even more fascinating. He sits on the couch next to me and hands me a cup of coffee. The reading light has a gap that lets you see the thigh to the groin. The coffee is really delicious, never tasted before, slightly bitter, but absolutely unforgettable. While I'm sipping coffee, the phone rings. Alma answered, but I see that starting to get excited, I'm talking about with someone who is giving an unpleasant news. Indeed, hangs
excited and says, "Mario, you must excuse me, I have to go out, I had bad news, there is someone who needs me, I have absolutely corrrere to help her, you wait here, I think to come back soon , so sorry "and runs out.
did not give me time to reply or to say hello, after one minute I hear the door slam, I stay with the cup in his hand, then put it down and I think, but Domenghi what happened? To understand something I left the salon, I am in a great apartment and completely empty, no furniture, no nothing, just a stove and the coffee is hot and other empty rooms. I'll be back in the living room, I sit on the couch and try to understand what this was staged. But I think more and more incomprehensible to me is the whole thing. I lift up the phone but remains silent, there is no line. Even more surprised I do not know what to think. After an hour I decide to leave, now I understand that the couple approached me at the park with a purpose, but which one? Strange coincidence Woody Allen, what sense can it have? I decided to go home, pass by the park bench, there are only small families with children at home, not far away, I found a note under the door "I'm sorry, Mario, are inexcusable, but I used helped me to win a big gamble, I can not say anything, so sorry, thank you, Alma. "
have been here for hours thinking, but the only thing I realized is that I will never understand.
As Woody Allen got to do? and Mussolini?
However, I won a lunch and a coffee, and the rest who cares!
EM
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