Andreina started his day very early in the morning. It was just sunrise, when he got out of bed, and almost never had dreamed. The mattress was semi hard, gray sheets and pillow just so undermined that she too, was asked whether he really slept. Despite the urge to go on a break that seemed never to have been started, every morning he got up quickly and went out to wash in the bathroom outside the house. He must do more that ten meters of courtyard to get there, trampling on hard earth and stones adorned with tufts of wiry grass green. The water wash was useful to be pumped over and over, up from the well. And it was cold. During the winter his ablutions were svelte and free of thoughts, because if he dared to bother trying to commiserate with her beautiful body cold, probably would have frozen to death. After clothes and blankets as possible, proceed to comb the short black bob. Only then would forget the rush of the moment. Closely with the comb in hand, and lifted up his head, his eyes crossed themselves in the mirror of the cabinet, and all improved. She was beautiful, Andreina, and liked it. Unfortunately, the reflecting surface was imperfect and almost wave; move seemed to see the reality behind it in another dimension, she was so moved, but what was flawed at the moment, the evening would have changed for the better. This realization made her joyful smile and go on the spartan dressing, now all taken in an effort to smooth and make it even more beautiful for her short hair. A drop of colony behind the lobes and between the breasts and then off to work in the fields.
was one of his officers, the former, which ensured a good reputation. He picked potatoes, tomatoes, vegetables of any kind earth gave birth to much of the morning. After a frugal lunch offered to her by a factor, he would return home quickly to give themselves a second wash and change clothes because it was time to look after the old neighbor. Which, still married but invalid and too senile to be able to enjoy the company of her life partner, called for an hour or two of young company. Chat, gossip a lot, a series of stories that were invented country ruthlessly order to satisfy the curiosity of the elderly woman, then she was finally free to devote herself. In fact, for the rest of the day, Andreina worked as a model. Turned into a statue for a few hours springs and languorous curves that lent its objective of a photographer, artist proclaimed at the first meeting but that she did not know much more.
The unvarnished truth, just like her when she met him, was that it did not matter who it was that man. It happened almost every night, just before the sky and when the coals imbrunisse invaded the horizon, and every time she saw only blacks thirties with a mustache colored eyes upward and river water. Dense, shiny, punctuated by reflections of the river bed in which he played as a child. Green stars and brown pigments that perhaps lurking dangers, but they were so beautiful to watch. And believe sincere. He delighted in the delicate flattery, each time as the first, stroking of praise with and without hands, his tongue was smooth in weaving imaginative and seductive and she compliments the beautiful Andreina, was now completely in love with this perfect stranger the face of a musketeer. He did not know, however, what love was, and thinking of doing everything well, I think I deserve those honors only for its beauty and certainly not never caught.
The artist never asked for anything in return, so that Andreina never lived this dream a woman without feeling guilty or used. But some in the village knew and reported to someone else. When she was bent in the furrows of the fields and in the meantime, she smiled as she slept the few hours that his senses left her breathing regularly while he lived his life trying to improve it thanks to this wonderful work that really made her feel valued and ... the most beautiful ones began to speak, is, to invent and embroidery. His photos circulated from hand to hand, in fact, and this made it prey to that lustful desires.
* * End of Part I
-GiorgiaM-
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