The riddle is in the middle game?
di Beatrice Fabbri
The silence was full of sparkles like my mobile on the kitchen table. I was in the mood of tiding up my closet and this was a symptom I had to change my plans, or to step forward, or to give up.. Well, it was not a total mess, just one of these days that my inner intuitions sent me messages and I had to decipher them.
I watched constantly my mobile in order to see a light..were you watching me from a far distance? Was your arrival a delight, a noise, a nightmare, a dream? Odd questions..I don’t’ want you to mess my life..May be an ordinary life may be not.
Two months and half passed since he hooked me up at a lecture. I was talking to an old connoisseur of local history about my Florentine essence and he introduced himself in the conversation in a very exuberant way, so I started laughing and making jokes as if we were old friends. The old man left and he talked to me staring in my eyes softly. He asked my number and I was not ready to this kind of question..but then I took one of exhibit flyer, wrote it down and returned to him.
The room with was crowded and noisy. Students passed by to say me bye o hug me. Suddenly, he, as a ghost flew away. Well, I said to myself: was he real? Anyway, the vernissage was fun and I left one hour after.
Back home, I received a message from him and this was the start of our kind of affair.
He invited me for a date.
Should I say one of the most romantic ones in my life ? May be who knows!
We met in S.Croce square close to Dante’s statue, He was sitting on the stairs and I looked at him playing with his mobile. He smiled to me, then we arranged to walk till the “Rive gauche” where fashionable bars are. The aperitivo was fine, especially the prosecco. I was feeling as if the sparkling bubbles let me talk easily in front of a stranger about what came to my mind. He did the same too with a large coloured glass of some alcohol. I am not used to cocktails, I will always prefer sparkling bubbles. It’s a question of lightness. Prosecco will never let me cross the borderline, just will give the idea of
At the end of the evening, I was expecting he would have kissed me..but he didn’t. In the middle of the square, he came closer and closer to me. I assumed his lips were ready for a French kiss, I whispered something. He did not recede but yet nothing happened.
I stepped back. Some minutes after, got the courage and printed a soft kiss on his lips and went away biking.
Two months and half passed and we still hang out once, twice per week for aperitivo or romantic bike tours downtown. I am still a riddle to him as he is for me, more or less. Kisses are there regularly in and outside us as a magic potion to decipher each other moods.
Why I love to death chess ? About openings and endings, there are plenty of books, the magic is in the middlegame where any steps are possible and all potentially bringers of serendipities.
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