@ SEA
pp. 231
ISBN 978-88-96375-00-6
Published by Editions Modern Typography - Asiago
www.francescacani.it
Leafing @ sea ...
... There will be times when you believe you have gone down a blind alley, and others where you feel you retrace your steps, but believe me the important thing is not to stop ...
... The dense smoke of the wood burning and darkness enveloped them in a moonless night did not favor the inspection. Estimated the sound of a single mortar shell explosion isolation from other mentally. Distinguished from the hissing roar that followed the crash to the ground. He estimated that the time range of the shooter was out of range for his group armed only with guns Light ...
... "What I'd give to know if he's alive ... if you are good ..." I could not continue. What I meant I was screaming inside, but I could not express it in words: I would be happy to hear it live too far away, though no longer in love with me. I only had to be sure that somewhere he was still breathing and his heart was beating, my reflex would continue to beat ...
... In front of him just down the long road that leads to happiness, he knew he could be quite real, sooner or later would run into a climb, but would have faced. No Shortcuts ...
... The idea of \u200b\u200bhaving an opponent at his height he awakens something primitive. His hazel eyes sparkled with reflected color of fire while trying to identify the officer, the only missing its macabre appeal. Did not have time to turn around a bullet that grazed in the shoulder, leaving you breathless ...
... Adam listened to her heart beat next to her and thought of those mysteries that might contain the frail body shook in those brief moments of perfection ...
... Knowing that his eyes followed me made me nervous as I had never heard. There was something in his eyes ... stared at me with the insistence and the subtle malice with which a man looks at a woman, for me it was definitely a novelty ...
... With my face bent over I studied for long moments, staring into his eyes, there was something nostalgic and very alive in his kiss. The promise of happiness, but difficult to achieve even more magnificent than I could only imagine ...
... It was a second: the looks, the recognition, perceptions of subtle textures and everything changed in the blink of an eye. A punch that knocked on the door, a thud that all away from the nice banquet and projected a dozen eyes into the hallway ...
... He concentrated than repelling all the emotions, while the world around him was unusually quiet. He clutched his rifle with such force that his knuckles turned white were the ...
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