was a boy I was in love. Again. Although it was a long time ago, even though I had left, hurt and humiliated.
retain any object that he had given me, or that he had touched, or touched, or just watched - as a relic. Drowned in a chest of items and perfumes. But too small to contain my feelings.
And inside that trunk was also the container of what had been a precious gift. A specially designed tin can, in a narrow strip of red paper with a giant question mark. The
surprise. That Christmas Eve
some after I saw him go the distance, a cold park bench where I was sitting with a 'friend. He went to meet his new girlfriend. Smiling. From her mouth the fog of his breath hot.
had a surprise in hand.
A large tin can with a red sash and a giant white question mark.
A place to fill. Only one place da riempire. L'esigenza di avere tutti i coperti della tavola occupati. Sia chi sia quello che si siede.
Per me l'amore finì in un istante. E sembrava eterno.
Era freddo. Avevo il sedere ghiacciato.
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