26/08/08

E Gippi se ne va giù in città ad aprire lo studio. Primo giorno da tatuatore a Mykonos. Io me ne andrò al mare con Angelo: lo chiede da troppo tempo. Dove è una bella domanda. Vedrò se Magda e i suoi bambini hanno in programma una spiaggia che non sia troppo affollata, altrimenti una telefonata a Ketty per vedere se posso portare Theodoris con me. Una compagnia di bambini è quello di cui Angelo ha bisogno come aveva detto la psicologa e provvederemo a trovargliene una per oggi. Quindi spiaggia e, prevedo, pranzo da qualche parte. In the while I'm downloading music with limewire: some missed Oldfield's song, some Carole King's ballads of old memory just because yesterday with Gippi we where remembering music from our sixties.
Flirting? Who needs this? What absence is behind this? To go reading his horoscope in the astrological page of the online magazine and send it to him and exchange naive thoughts like teen agers use to do. If you over that teen age what's behind this?
But I go to the sea, on th ebike, Angelo with a blu helmet, for to discover that Paraga is not the empty beach Lana told us, but a fucking view crowded of umbrellas and tourist, almost italians and greeks.
I couldn't find company for Angelo so after catching the only free umbrella among for handsome thirty old milanesi and a greek family with mother, for young girls and a very bored young father, Angelo and me we jumped into the water with our soccer ball surrounded from a lot, I mean a lot, of "Wow... so cold" tourists.
Let's play and Angelo was really excited throwing the ball to me and keeping my shots.
The winter we spent togheter, in that small house, both silently thinking of Lana far away, and sharing the days and the nights and the experience of a new house, child size, complete of other children, teachers, adults around and short journey to the town next to us and wishes, and freacks and habits of a seven old man. The time we spent togheter from last september to the end of june, has bound Angelo to his dad in a very strong way.
So, each moment I spend with him it is a feast evenif I wear the dark cloack of the educator. Free time, playng togheter on the beach, it is a party time.
Back home at for o'clock: I have to cook something to eat and be in the studio at 5 pm. Pasta col tonno, but Lana is not in town as she told before: Lia beach to say bye to a serbian friend of her.
Any how, we had a shower and our pasta, Angelo reading of two pages of his holiday's duty book and after this downtown on our beautiful black bike.
Lana called some time later sayng she was into the car outside the studio waiting for Angelo: she needed to get a shower so that she planned to go home.