Since I arrived I had not observed due attention to the place where I was. It was a modest local SG Street, where the prevailing roofed houses and rickety with obvious signs of mold on the walls. It was a neighborhood characterized by an unhealthy fascination, but the left: the houses were stacked next to each other and thresholds gave vertically on a narrow one-way street, where passing vehicles of all kinds and some "last" that, for every single step seemed to go in haste to a decisive appointment with death. The district
SG ruled the graffiti Cagliari, which moved overnight to dry dethrone dominant on the gray concrete structures. Distorted faces, prisoners smiling, eyes fitted with special antennas, declarations of love and social charges, deceptive whales were demanding justice: This scenario was intended to anyone naked path those streets with a bit of curiosity. Among the houses were opened, the sudden invisible passages, which flowed into squares to navigate s'esercitavano heroin addicts in the ritual of self systematically. With the arrival of night clubs come alive ambiguous, in which floated colorful characters whose gender is indefinite, but that of speaking and acting revealed a deep sensitivity, unearthly, not found in accelerating the world of light ...
SG ruled the graffiti Cagliari, which moved overnight to dry dethrone dominant on the gray concrete structures. Distorted faces, prisoners smiling, eyes fitted with special antennas, declarations of love and social charges, deceptive whales were demanding justice: This scenario was intended to anyone naked path those streets with a bit of curiosity. Among the houses were opened, the sudden invisible passages, which flowed into squares to navigate s'esercitavano heroin addicts in the ritual of self systematically. With the arrival of night clubs come alive ambiguous, in which floated colorful characters whose gender is indefinite, but that of speaking and acting revealed a deep sensitivity, unearthly, not found in accelerating the world of light ...
At that time it was popular / an / a transsexual, known / y in the name of all Manuelona. During the whole of this week / a was a do employee of the Province of Cagliari, and held the use of protocols with the same enthusiasm as a Fabrizio Corona at a conference on the rule of law. Goggles falling on his nose, short hair, blue eyes, classic sweater gently resting on the mighty shoulders, was the stunt double for a Raul Bova apathetic slightly disheveled. Alienated, expecting a wait that stretched through the night to turn into a fever, and when it came, undressed of his clerical clothes to wear a provocative miniskirt, fishnet stockings for sexy, and a body within that exalted place in an specialized clinic in Brazil (to hide the curves during the hours of the protocol, he spoke of clever tricks ...)
Manuelona dancing like a possessed until two in the morning, then grabbed her purse as her pink lipstick cherry, rose to super SUV 3000, then lingered under the bridge Scaffa.
You could also meet under the overpass of 130.
was recognizable in the deep canyon of Columbus Avenue. You could discover
to lure some young students at the Cooperative Credit. You could surprise some entertainment
ancient Councillor of the Regional Council. His SUV
3000, noted in hot July night, resembled a gigantic penis metallic.
Manuelona ... How long ... I remember with a wealth of detail on the evening when I met her. I was lying lifeless on one of the sofas in the local M. For a change Valeria m'aveva humiliated, and Augustine had ruled that drunk at all costs. I was looking for some way to throw up, while my roommate harassed some waiter who laughed at him and his face horribly scarred. While trying to extricate himself from the situation quell'imbarazzante Manuelona I sat down beside him. Then I turned, and before me appeared two mammoth tits MADE IN BRAZIL. At first I was startled, because Manuelona decided to cuddle.
"Hello beautiful" he whispered with a masculine voice, "what you want to do?"
Co - what? "I said stammering," I feel like throwing up ... I must ... "
" How sick? "
completion of this strange dialogue Manuelona m'osservò better and began to laugh, then called her friend (or friend?) To tell her what happened. The two laughed together as if they were an annual commemoration of alcoholics, cocaine addicts. Sexual past that wave of enthusiasm, crossed his long legs and offered me a cigarette.
"My God, you're a kid ... how old are you?"
"Man, I'm not a child, I almost nineteen years!"
I apologized with the kindness that characterized it at every opportunity. He said he had the face of a boy of fifteen, and in fact was not wrong. Today beard and some scars remedied in prison have mitigated the effect, but in that period proved less years than I had in reality. After this misunderstanding Manuelona stood by me, for that night did not intend to get busy. Augustine tried to corrupt it in various ways and finally found an agreement for the next day at favorable rates, near the lagoon of S. Gilla. All spirited Augustine suggested to go to the bar to celebrate the "conquest", then I girded Manuelona life shaking his hips big parenthood. It was there, before the eyes of my insane roommate, who he described his life. He talked of the work to be registered, who despised with all my heart. He told me what had been difficult to accept that body rebels, and especially to what he told me it was difficult to accept others. His family had ruled, had three sisters who did not speak to him, his mother nearly died of grief, her father reminded her that a bullet shotgun was given to his brain.
"unpleasant situations at all, dear, but I could not imprison and deny myself to satisfy the desires of others ..." He proposed
this phrase with infinite pride, and he had good reason, damn him / her. However, the most interesting part of the speech came when he spoke of his clients. All decent people, for charity, lawyers, dentists, politicians, priests, Catholics and Pentecostals, Buddhists, vigilantes, unemployed persons and clowns of the circus.
"As a priest?" I asked bewildered, "is a life that will split the balls!"
"Oh yes, even priests ... Poor things, they too are men, as everyone has their needs. Then, of course, when they go on repeating the Parish Vatican diktat. They must do so by force, they tell me crying ... One of them has a strange habit, before each report begs me to confess and therefore absolve him of, otherwise the halyard is ... Amazing, is not it? "
Yes, it was incredible, but thanks to Valeria nothing could surprise me. I decided to give him a few questions about the politicians, maybe they had met someone famous ...
"Oh, yes," she said with dreamy eyes, "a regular customer was the Mayor of a big city of Sardinia. He told me that if I was his only m'avrebbe appointed assessor for productive activities, but had to be adjacent to our offices ... "
" And you have accepted? "
" Of course not, my body is for sale, but not To my mind ... Pluvio Thunderer "
" But, sorry, what part was this mayor? "
" One of those new, big ... Think big, was one of principal leaders ... I have always been a fascist, I could not humiliate me like this ... "
" How fascist? "exclaimed grabbing her by the arm," but if during the fascist people like you were persecuted, how can you be a fascist? "
" Guilt My grandfather, who was also great Fascist fetishist ... As a child m'ossessionò with stories about the great leader and twenty years. That dictator was just a big man, had lots of lovers, would be my ideal man ... "
" Your grandfather Fascist ... ... ... What a beautiful thing, "said Augustine in a state of trance.
"Yeah, it was the only one to Starmie after my next choice. My political belief is a strange emotional connection with my heart ... And then, is the inconsistency of our time ... The workers voted to right, the Northern League takes votes in Sardinia ... I mean, I do not feel out of place! "
"That's true," I said scratching his head.
"My God," said Augustine, "we are before a protocol transsexual who carries out the priests, reject the departments, should follow her tits and is fascist! You are the woman of my life, but what are your arguments? "
" Tomorrow you will know them one by one ... "
" I love you ... " Augustine concluded and quaff a strawberry vodka accompanied by a curious mix of antidepressants.
During one of endless afternoons in prison David handed me the Unione Sarda, adding a terse "I'm sorry." Initially I did not understand, then I saw his picture and recognized her. After all, was one of the few people who came to see me regularly, and sometimes brought me sweets which she did. Damn had stabbed to the heart, the organ that had dominated his whole life. Fourteen stab wounds and the barbed wire tied around the neck were not identified those responsible, and no one pulled my hair to do it.
Yes, Manuel, or Manuelona, \u200b\u200bran a double, triple, quadruple life, a life that had warmed in the sunlight, in which all respected him for his professionalism, and another in which a costume or mask, make-up ... Or maybe a costume or mask, trick when he was the light, and registered all those silly administrative documents. He devised the best way to conceal her breasts in Brazil, but could not hide for life, or at least until he was alive. The death had revealed the existence of another, the one worn during the night, when darkness protected her from the vulgarity and hypocrisy of this, that everybody indiscriminately hate ... When the time seems pass, when Valeria does not respond and no one wants to meet me, I climb on my vespa vagabond and sleepwalking through the city. E 'in those afternoons that go under the bridge "Scaffa" and spare a thought for Manuel, the eternal Manuelona, \u200b\u200bthe most consistent person I ever met.
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