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  • look, I have found out the pictures of our travel to California, those you didn’t want to put in the album, look, where was here, not, don’t you remember, to Carson City, in the house of that couple we met in the shop of Yosemite Park, what plush are you wearing here, University of the Carolina I think, who knows whatever became of it, look at it, there was that false-Egyptian painting, the one we told how wonderful would have been appear on our wall, at home, a hearty laugh, perhaps we took the picture just for it, such beautiful hair-style you had, that night I was jealous of him who was gazing at you all the time, come on, you don’t remember, but she, oh, she was horrible, don’t say no, mmh, you women have the ability to find defects in all beautiful girls and good point in some monsters good for a collection, she had got a nose even worse than mine, then after supper, either I don’t have any memory of the food, we went to the casino, I remember very well that, I changed twenty dollars and we went out with 21 and 80 and we went in those saloon to drink beer until the 4 am, at least you and me because the couple went back to their flat when our night was still alive, as they were called, Peter and Mary, Ann and John, who knows, I only know that in order to go to have the dinner with them we remained to Carson City for the night and we did not have enough time to go to Reno, and you know how much I hate to renounce to my plans, and I remember very clearly also the saloon, on the TV was passing a baseball match and together with the barman there were two people, and all at once someone offered to us some drinks, there was that guy very fat who asked if I were Muslim, and you said again! because someone else had asked the same in Los Angeles, that strange man with the black overcoat, near the station, he looked like a preacher or a homeless, and the man in the saloon, well he didn’t want to believe at all I’m Italian, he insisted, and then we went back to the casino with him, but we did not play again, we just drank and nothing more, what was his job, I don’t remember, maybe he was graduated in psychology but he worked as a worker, he was from Iran or Iraq, likely Iranian, and then we went to our motel, but it was not like one of those motels we had seen in the movies, those in which we would have stopped the successive nights, just a normal hotel with four or five floors, I would not swear it, we were too much drunk, perhaps we made love that night, or not, perhaps it has been that time that we have slept with our dresses on, and the day after, do you remember how nice was the Tahoe lake, and that fantastic walk we made in the small park on the river, between squirrels as big as Rottweiler and the birds of an intense blue, we weren’t able to take pictures of them, I still have a sharp image of the lake, although a lot of time is passed, you know, and do you remember the boot of our car, the Toyota that we rented close to LA airport, full of maps, dresses, gifts, everything scattered, but it was so easy to find what we need in that mass, we found out ourselves, and T-shirts and sweatshirts, we used to change them very often, every time I gave a look to your breast and you were smiling flattered, always ready to be provocative with me, and look at this pic, here we were in that room of the motel in Saint Francisco, Lombard street, ah right, before we had been to Sacramento, do you remember the pretty waitress at the restaurant who wrote her telephone number on the credit card bill, you did not know if you should be angry or make fun of me, wasn’t she pretty, she was a very pretty girl, and then Saint Francisco, here when we wanted to take pictures wearing posing sexy, yes, me too, you shot twice, who knows where we have thrown them away, I hope they have been burnt with the negatives, above all that one in which I put on the top of your swimsuit, my God, such a shame when I saw it, but then we made a burst of laughter, hey, look at this now, you know this pic is one of my favourites, you were coming out from the bathroom and were lifting your miniskirt, we have not put it in the photo-album because you felt ashamed to show it, but I like it so much, it’s so yours as a gesture, sweet and sexy, provocative and ingenuous, it’s just you, intriguer, accomplice, you didn’t like because, under the skirt, the beautiful lean legs and the sharp knees, you had the socks, now don’t say we didn’t make love that night, perhaps I was still wearing your bikini when we started, sure, it must have been that time you liked to act as a man, but it lasted 3 seconds, fortunately, then we argued, do you remember, because we decided to comment what the Armenian chiromancer had told me reading my hand on the wharf of Saint Francisco, the story of an enemy I had, a man who wanted hurt me, and that night, maybe for a joke, I have pronounced his name and you, you became unbearably aggressive, how fucking does he come into it, why just him, you shouted, we needed all night long to make peace, perhaps I would have had lend more attention to the words of the fortune teller or to my instinct, and these others three photos, we have took them at the motel of Saint Maria, on the coast, while we were going back to LA, here you’re so beautiful I could die, on the bed, sulky, drowsy more than ever, annoyed by all the problems that we had during day, but not everything went bad, indeed, it was a wonderful morning when we left from Saint Francisco and we fell in love with the Castro area, it was beautiful dreaming to live there, we said, among artists, homosexuals and whores, and then along the road on the coast, we were so in love for each other that everything seemed like a fairy tale, it was indeed a breathless landscape, and do you remember the guy who was hitchhiking, while we were waiting he reached the car, you said he looked like a paranoiac, it had greyish and long hair and a box of beer cans in his hand, he was born in England, and he said he used to live in Buckingham Palace because his father was one of the boys of the Queen’s stables, he went to California 20 years before and was sharing his job between the whitewasher and the mechanic, two days per week whitewasher and three mechanic or vice versa because a single job would have been too boring, and he offered a beer and we passed a Camel to him, this time we both were smokers, he didn’t like Saint Francisco because it’s too similar to London, at the end he left watching a spectacular sunset between the cliffs and the sea, and saying it’s twenty years I can see this every day and I’m not bored yet, then it was getting dark, and raining, a storm, the misted glasses, the visibility was very short, you asked to stop, I preferred to go the closer to our goal, I don’t want to lose the flight the day after, to Saint Luis Obispo we stopped the car because it was not possible to walk a single meter, and how the hell was called that small place, it looked like a village of western movie, where they allowed us to enter in the restaurant and to seat and to order and then they told us it was too much late to have the dinner, it was just 9 pm, you were ready to declare war, taking an hidden machinegun to slaughter all the onlookers, I had nearly to drag you out, we got drenched in the short stretch between the door of the restaurant and the car, you didn’t want I covered your head with the k-way, you had the hair glued on the forehead and trickle of water on your red cheeks, it seemed you were crying, and when I tried to turn on the car it did not start, I felt myself like one of those unlucky characters of cartoons, I was already waiting for a handsome man who would have passed there sooner or later, on his luxurious car to take you away, instead, I do not know how, I found out the fucking cap of the distributor and I do not know what the hell I touched, but the motor ignited and you embraced me very strong, as I was a hero of some serial fiction and, as usual, between the joy and the embarrassment I teased you, oh yes, the man of your life, a mechanic, in short, what else a woman needs, and then we run desperately to look for a free motel and at the end we found this one of Saint Maria, a motel exactly like we had imagined it, the great parking in front of the little apartments, the absolute anonymity, do you remember that television that appears behind the bed, not, it was not a microwave, there was a television movie about some marine lawyers or something like that, we took a shower together and then I shot these pics, you wanted to wear the bikini, naked was too much even for us, but although your body here is beautiful, it’s your face that catches me, look at this where you are standing in front of the curtain, you didn’t want to be immortalized here, you can take this one too, but these two, these two in which you look at me this way, as perhaps you’ve never did anymore since then, please, leave ‘em to me
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