calze nere

she goes to bed
with bursk movement she climbs under the covers and pulls the extra blanket over her hear, she hugs her heart and tries to feel safe in the dark

her imagination races back and forwards and she finds herself in the middle of an imaginary situation
in which she confronts her pain
and once her body feels exhausted enough by squeezing out tears she falls fast asleep

deep down
in the reign of her dreams she finds herself on a chair in a big room
the noise around warns her that she is not alone yet she stretches her legs peepeing out of the miniskirt and gazes at her legs following and getting lost in the wonderful patterns of her black stokings. surely to finest, the most beutiful...

all of a sudden she realizes she is being watched, she turns and sees 'his' parents some rows behind her sitting with a proud smile on their faces...but before their eyes could meet she quickly turns back, as if not shoing your face was a possible way of dissolving.

the little large-eyed boy appears from nowhere and seems convinced that the best place to play why the boring ceremony takes place is next to her chair. They exchange looks and as if the little one asked she gives out her heart wrapped in a loud whisper: 'Ma io amo tuo fratello'....

The next day she spends hours trying to remember the sexy stockings...she should buy a pair. black ones. 'tipo molto raffinati'. and when in a bookshop she comes across the book about the tiger she knows she has to buy it....she is not eve surprised the little boy from her dream is on the cover...in bed...keeping her secret.