-You know it true that the stain will never come out? -
was again talking about his wife, exhausted and sweaty while Gonzales was still rubbing his fingers on the wall with red and irritated.
She leaned against the table as a pose, arms crossed and an expression of "I told you!". She had never been the most beautiful woman of the hill but had that penetrating gaze that could arouse any Lazarus from his eternal sleep. Hair blacks, glossy and wavy falling on the neck by which, almost by accident, you could see a wound.
-You never know stay in your place, not that woman? - Gonzales snapped.
-really you who put me in a place that is not mine, and in fact I do come here whenever you feel my absence. You got that spot in my love, will not be a rag with a clear-
He gave respite from the job which seemed really unnecessary, and wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt.
-you're there alone in making that place-
And he left slamming the door.
The air outside was cold and the wind howled. From a distance, over the fence, a figure approaching his face in shadow because the moon was behind him.
-Gonzales!-
Gonzales guardò il cespuglio di rose con incertezza, poi si diresse verso la staccionata.
-Salve Fernando, si sente fin qui il vostro fiato alcolico.-
-Dovreste venire anche voi alla taverna! Datevi un po' di pace, siete sempre a lavorare o a disperarvi-
-Sono queste terre che non permettono di liberare la mente- disse Gonzales guardando l'orizzonte.
-Avete avuto notizie di vostra moglie?-
-No, sto ancora aspettando.-
-Sapete, giù alla taverna dicono che potrebbe essere fuggita con quel mercante di bestiame.-
-Alla taverna bevete troppo vino, deve essere accaduto qualcosa alla mia amata moglie.-
-Rifatevi una vita, siete ancora un uomo giovane.-
Gonzales fece waved his hand to understand the man who did not take his words seriously, he turned and headed for home. Through the door he saw his wife ticking on the table with her nails, as he had seen her do a thousand times.
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