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Mel Ferrer Silvia
His hobbies are music, theater, singing, film, above all, fashion, occasionally writing and photography, almost all related to art world.
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dreamed so that we can have everything that I was going through my head, but something told me it was not a good idea.
was for the year 1960, if I remember it like yesterday, every day she went to see Parrish playing baseball, the guy's eyes clear, fair, tall and a figure to which all envied.
pequeñoy had been played since becoming famous among all and all, through the halls between classes and there was nobody who did not speak to him except her. Shy, atrevíaa not take a step without which he would have before, I looked out the corner of the eye gently, as he looked boldly muscles in the mirror who had recently installed at the entrance of the institute. They agreed
algebra class with Miss Claire, pointed nose, sharp eyes, curly blond hair, very thin and with a certain smell of snuff. Smoked a lot of stress because he did suffer, and after we paid in class because no one atrevíaa call to ask about the wretched stench given off & # 237; to your cardigan and get indulged in a hundred problems in an hour.
For even having to think, she just noticed gathers Parrish's forehead while trying to solve a problem or how her hair was played again and again cause of the nervousness that caused him not knowing how to respond to problems with some credit. Miss Claire was struck often, but she was admiring it again and again. All his life
hovered in the sense of clockwise when marking the five, took leave of the professor went francésy by the classroom door as if it carried out demons. Yes, here again Parrish, curiously, played baseball one block from her house, by the way her name was Emma.
She had to run because the training started at quarter past five, and if the least entertaining and not had time to see how Parrish stroked his hair as he ran, or as he winked when he came to the tier where she stood.
I see it all so clear, even with rapid breathing and flushed cheeks because of the race, I was pretty. Upon arrival was placed on the strategic point mark for months, enduring the skirt to find the right spot, fanned the booklet francésy While the rubber band was placed hair. Everything should be ready at the appointed time, everything should be perfect.
At half past six all ran out, his dream was fading until the next day at quarter past five, so pick the skirt volvíaa lower tier and running again, now that was a quarter to seven he played piano lesson. A whole virtuous Miracle ran into the street, where Mr. Amien was waiting with a punctuality English with a tea of \u200b\u200bcinnamon and cherry. Piercing eyes, dark eyes, gray hair and quite tall.
From the window of the house of Mr. Amien is seen playing melodies unbridled virtuosity and beauty. Bethoveen rendiríaa your feet if you see her now passionate, godly, proud and beautifully melodic. His eyes gave off a brilliant shine, her cheeks turned a switch on the excitement, there seemed no one else at that time in that small , or English classroom.
Wow, a quarter to eight and everything just turns off the melody, Mr. Amien says goodbye to Emma with great enthusiasm by the progress made in the week, came to the door and given the new score to study. She will make two dolls in the face of sonreíry finally dismissed Mr. Amien waving the new score.
now calm, all is calm, the day is nearly over and it was time to go home. Just as he arrives, his brother Brian is in the garden playing with the dog, she is excited to see the fun entrañay that are available to play with them both. He takes off his shoes, he likes the feel of grass on their feet, the coolness of the breeze, a slight breeze caressing your hair from time to time. He throws a small ball of yellow to Bor, as she never stops running around the garden to another, shaking his pigtail, by balancing the skirt, laughing, until he hears the voice of Cath, his mother, big eyes, thin, flat nose and a great tendency to exaggerate everything.
It's time for dinner, then she looks out the window of the hallway of his home that is unique to the garden, sonríea Cath, collects the ball and passed an arm around Brian, taking him with her into the house.
At six o'clock get up for breakfast and go find their way to school her friend Elsa, dark, olive eyes and short. They talk about training the previous day's Parrish, Elsa detail is never lost and asks, as every day, you chapter and verse describing each step.
When they get to high school meet with the other girls are telling you about the party on Friday. It is a festival celebrated for the start of summer, whew! Happy Holidays, everyone in the institute is shaken by the news but she, naturally, does not give importance to the news just because you already have the costume for weeks, bought it in Clarens and Clark. If I remember that day, she was excited because after going to see Parrish was going to buy it. He was there with his mother and a showcase of street Terrier was the perfect outfit was purple, he flashes out everywhere, had a fine straps that she he loved it and the color was perfect.
He did not just go down to the store and try it to realize that this was her dress was beautiful and prove it was a semi collected for best seen lounging. I do not know, but at that moment, my breath was spectacular, brilliant, beautiful, elegant, like when he played the piano.
are back in the corridors of school when everyone else whispers, or tells the fellow next to him, who will accompany the party or who want to go. She is silent, he just wants something spectacular happens, everything goes perfect, as she had planned. But for now, going with the girls, but expect something great happen.
is excited, almost in a cloud. The time, who had been waiting for months, was only a few hours of your hands. Everyone Parrish rumored that this year would go to a normal person, you know a girl is not popular, dark and dramatic eyes that completely fill the party and leave in the background to wreaths and ornaments of the feast.
One day at school was made eternal, in your face you could see the desperation to play the class ring algebra and Miss Claire absurd to stop problems on the board. Finally, the five, but that afternoon was not the same as everyone was aware of the party, and Parrish, who avisaríaa the person you would just half an hour before the party began. It was a way of torturing the girls and another way to prove that he had the power beyond the track of baseball.
Indeed, the party held Maquenzi home of a surname a bit odd but existing. Ah the Maquenzi!, Just two years would they had acquired in the village the great country house, by inheritance of the grandfather of Aria, Aria yes, the daughter of Maquenzi. God! How I like to repeat the name is great
Aria, the new dick, when it attacks women gave fresh from plowing in the field sweating and whining, no who had put up with, and when he put in a position to posh girl, he could not endure, but of course, had a large house which made her the most popular of the area and a spectacular physical goddess Olympus. No one endured but everyone talked about was part of their celebrations. Sometimes they even said that some of these were older men, academics who stayed until the wee hours of the morning in his habitacióny advantage to go when the parents down to give the nod to the preparation of breakfast. In short, all a stray bullet in our society, a meanness parents would never accept anyone.
AriaMy theory: the parents were so strict that the left make parties only if the next day was able to get up at five o'clock and be, at least until the time of going to school reviewing their duties with different tutors. Here is the theory of the output of older men and not so early in the morning. No one saw them enter because the door fell atrásy almost always came on foot, so the car never left the porch, which the neighbors saw only riding the big festivals, and the next day the parents would Aria leisurely breakfast which made him even if the outputs of the teachers.
But she, this day, lo preparaba con especial atención, colgaba ella misma las guirnaldas, preparaba ponche, hacia los canapés y luego decía que había alquilado el catering.
Volvamos al momento nervioso de Emma. A las cinco fue directamente a la mercería Timble, era una pequeña mercería que llevaba años cerca de su casa, la dueña la conocía desde que era pequeña cuando su madre iba a comprar las telas con las que le hacía aquellos vestiditos de cuadros tan bonitos que llevaba en la guardería, desde entonces era guapa.
Fue a por un lazo de color mauve matched her dress, put it in your hair so do him a perfect hairdo to stop seeing her beautiful back and a flower to enliven this dress. After giving almost jumps out to have found just what she wanted, and came home to prepare for the party comenzaríaa seven and still had ; to hope.
Six and a half, ready, nervously looking out the window of his room, the sun still shone and I could see her, looking steadily into the street, her mauve dress to flash , her hair tied with ribbon that showed his face, beautiful, dazzling and a little scarf gently caressed her shoulders, her diamond earrings, the flower, everything for me was a celebration of good taste.
Suddenly the unexpected happens, Parrish gosh no, ran into the street, deepening, easing its way increasingly to the door of the house of Emma, \u200b\u200bshe confused but happy of course, once again his face lit up playing a melody in C major in his head.
The moisture in the window was becoming more visible, breathing with a rapid heart rate and finally, he rings the bell.
No, if the spoil this happens, let the beauty of balance given off from every pore of his body, kill the color flowers in their dress and then the sparks would become mere holiday wreaths. He did not deserve to admire it, have it at hand, whisper in his ear, his breath releasing under his neck until the ecstasy in her eyes broke into a blinding light, no, did not deserve it.
He was a stunning cold it a firefly in the midst of a summer night, he was superficial, she delved into those melodic symphonies of Beethoven, he looked at the f & # 237; psycho in a mirror, she looked at the depth of his gaze, he dreamed of fame, she with him.
hurt me deep in the soul, it's all over me, suffocating heat up the impotence of me, he knew nothing of it. I did not know that, in the afternoon as he left the school and came home, arriving to grass he removed his shoes because he liked to feel the sensation of coolness on their feet, not knowing that poníaa playing with his dog and his brother minutes before the call to his mother dinner. He did not know often prefer to eat a strawberry and vanilla ice cream with her friends on ships rather than a piece of cake, he did not know he arrived in the morning to school and stopped at the desk to wait to arrive off a sweet smell of lavender filled every corner of that horrible hall, that sometimes when playing the piano was able to get both in melody that he lit the cheeks, when I was in class and looked at Miss Claires could not shake the pencil from one place to another without stopping because nervousness that caused him to have him around, that his favorite flower was the tulip, its color is red and his favorite food pizza, that the blush when they highlight some of their physical, that his heart was so big that had room for everyone and everything.
Parrish did not deserve to ring the doorbell of his house, but he did and that changed everything. She went out fast, opened the door with the timidity that characterized her, her parents looked with affection, paternal affection that made him feel safer. She grabbed her purse and Parrish's hand and the door closed. I could hear the footsteps of his heels, slowly moved away from there, slowly, and nothing could make her happier because his hand touched his fingers, nothing not a word, only silence, a silence and nothing uncomfortable kind.
way On the way to the party, which was three blocks away, and break the ice, he in a display of sympathy, began making jokes about the kind of people who would be at the party and the stupid things they said when you were drunk, ; God, how your sweet ears could hear such nonsense, how could risk anything and conform to the s & # 243; I have about a person as ...?
She could not stop looking at him was a dream that never would have imagined, what would your friends when they saw Parrish arm of God?, what would Aria to such an aberration when he did not go with her?
At last the party, the happy holiday!, When he came through that door I knew it would be my downfall, my disappointment , my next pain. Everything was normal, everyone danced and had fun, everyone drank, talked, and kissed each other they tried, she in the bathroom talking to her friends, the still could not believe what happened ...
comes a time when everyone expected and that others would hate to this day, Parrish and Emma running the ball last night, the climax, the spectacle ; ass just begun for her.
They look, she hesitates, can not utter a word, not even mind being by far the most admired of the party, or what it will bring after his legs were shaking too much and should focus on it not to fail in any way. The center of the huge hall was filled with his presence and a pleasant smell of lavender. Which would have to be in the center of the world with it, everything I would have given everything, even my life.
The music is beautiful, is beautiful because it shows the essence of it, without realizing it, his legs stop shaking, imagining that they are alone in that room, like two lovers sneak in the middle a masked ball. I could not wait and sadness took possession more and more of me now could not even hate him because she loved him, even now could have you grudge because she forgiveness & # 237; to in his eyes, now let me hold on to the idea that it was he who should be with her now because she had well chosen.
Just look at it as I had had done so far, in silence, from a corner, as an impasse in his life, dark, as far as their vision does not reach , n.
Five minutes after starting his fantasy, my dream ends. How unfair it was, how much it hurt, how clouded my eyes, how dark my soul. \u0026lt;\u0026lt; I ended >> I decíaa myself here in this place so cold, at this very moment my heart stopped and I was only to comfort, often comforting. All I could do is keep looking every corner of that center where he was and, when he thought he had looked hard enough, I turned around, I bumped into Parrish the shoulder - I found butter-and I accidentally threw a glass of punch in the suit that I had bought into a few hours. I was also at that time a stain, what else I did, what else I felt if I could not dream about it and if I could not take it into the dance, looking, taking the privilege of keeping her eyes for a moment, smelling her hair , slightly grazing my cheek yours.
Now it is time for nothing, I began to move with the rhythm of the music and drink punch, I spoke with many people at the party, and did not look ma , s, did not want to be inside her, I did not remember, so the madness took hold of me and for once in a while I had fun, I took off my jacket and the music was all I could calm so I heard, I heard so much that we could only focus on it.
comes the end of my fun party, noon, curfew for all, I had been on the car so I prepared to leave the house, there was almost no everybody was on the porch starting the engines of their cars, continuing with their lives, simply by leaving.
poetry had much in all this, how much they dislike, how much melody, what beauty, how much I had left in the room of the house, much!
Just give me time to run across one last time with the only person who would have ever expected, and had left atr & # 225; s when forgiveness invade your mouth and I can only say goodbye. I stumbled upon it when leaving the party and ... I could only say goodbye, how empty, how dead, and she only turned her head to Parrish, taking his hand, then getting into a car.
remember I ripped the car, without wishing to continue anything, just go as did the others go. Halfway we had to take a detour because the road had been cut so that all who were at the party had to take the path of the forest: a long road to the people on both sides surrounded by cypress trees. I remember I opened the window to smell wood wet, he could see almost nothing through the fog, I saw cars doing crazy because of the drink and went my way when I spotted a car on the side of the ravine , had a turn, was completely the opposite.
was confused and bewildered. I remember I left the car and placed at the edge of the cliff, the car was fully rotated so that they could barely see or tuition, ah & # 237; legs began to tremble. He kept yelling at the occupants of the car, but nothing, no one answered; so I decided to go down.
was fast, got off without thinking about it, I fell to the ground, I still remember the cold touch of moss when you put my face in the ground in the attempt to see how many people were in the car and whether they were good. My heart was beating fast and I could hardly see straight. In the back seat someone said something very softly, when I turned my head when I turned, I went ice. It was she, his tie fell into the back touching the roof of the car that was upside down, Blood covered his eyes, was a huge gap that would not stop bleeding in his head with trembling hands I could pick it up and drive her out of that hell.
Then I worried about anyone else, she was in danger and for the first time I saw my face. At that moment he wanted to see the hand of Parrish even into a church to get married, he wanted to see her in a house in one of the best residential streets, those who have homes in line, surrounded by c & # 233; grass and playing with his children, had wanted to see her putting flowers in different places in your home while reading the newspaper Parrish, he wanted to see her leave of him giving a light kiss on the lips, actually, before seeing her lying on the floor covered in blood, cold, motionless.
When I got to have her in my arms she was almost inert, did nothing but say he had a headache, I saw his seriousness, I saw the seriousness of the matter and I realized & # 237; do not have much time left. For his mouth came words without meaning, nor kept saying she was cold so I covered it with that disgusting and new punch-stained jacket, patted ; her hair again and again, pressed against my chest to feel my presence, I wanted to stay, I wanted with all my strength, I looked into the eyes but every time she closed them more often and for longer, his wound was mortal, the weight of the car had rolled back the site, digging a piece of window glass in the head, a piece big enough. He broke a piece to try out, but the other remained in his head causing an almost bled animal.
I held her hand with little strength le quedaba, me sujetó, quería odiarla, de hecho la odiaba, ¿por qué? Solo podía preguntarme porque había sido ahí la primera vez de nuestro encuentro, porqué nunca me atreví a llamar a su timbre, porqué nunca tuve el suficiente tiempo como para amarla y porqué ahora siendo feliz se iba. Unos segundos después ella moría para el mundo, dejó de sujetarme la mano, estaba helada, casi tanto como su acompañante a diario, la miré por última vez porque mis ojos tuvieron que cerrarse ante tal injustice. I cried, I did almost die with her, I cried, I did it for her to hear me from wherever I was and knew he was angry with her and the world.
His soul was, I still can not believe that tonight was his best night, I still can not believe I could not tell that I was dying to have her in my arms, I would have liked to talk to her one night and not leave until dawn, I would have liked to invite her to a pizza or having given a bouquet of flowers. It was hard to accept that ever would be in the back of his house playing with his brother and his dog barefoot, never to the corridors of the institute would smell it and it would be all the more horrible still, the five would no longer mean anything to her or me and I would liked to go out of his hand until Buqueers and buy a vanilla ice cream and strawberries, I would have liked to kiss her on the Wells Street park while wearing her red jersey he had made about his mother.
stain of his blood still warm, spotted her life surrounded by death, I had the strength to help demásy help. Parrish survived, only got a few bruises and was unconscious for a while. Which I was driving ran worse luck, because the front glass broke when was thrown against one of the cypress trees that were in the forest. The aid took some time in coming, I tried to reassure Parrish who was in a state of shock , looking askance at the inert figure of Emma, \u200b\u200bmy dear Emma.
Days after his funeral, I went to his parents, could not fail to thank the assistance. Cath was shattered, his bloodshot eyes brought out the bitter days of his life. His father only looked into the void, his daughter, the young lady to whom he gave advice and took to school every day, the girl of your life, your sweet and melo indicates girl does not speak more with him and would not run downstairs every time I travel again, excited to see that his father had finally arrived. His brother Brian, he could not utter a word, did not understand very well but was concerned to see their parents under these conditions.
everybody was there, every one who had formed part in his life. Parrish, one arm in plaster because of the impact, was there, standing motionless, not knowing what to say but really concerned, I noticed in his eyes, and was not the same, had been left with a piece of Emma's heart, without doubt, the best of them.
I was angry, just wanted to sit on his bed of eternal sleep a bouquet of purple tulips. A crumpled paper, a waste paper, yellow with the passage of time, wet, and later wrote a long time, I threw it with her forever. I wanted to leave record at the time how special it was for my life but sleep, I'm sure his soul will remain with me forever:
I look, especially when you're entertaining, only then I can do that does not matter. At this very moment, when my soul disturbed you, almost hypnotic, leaves me, goes into the color of your eyes, you walk your profile and, as an essence, it covers the ways of your body. Sunk in yet hidden secrets you discover to the world.
Nobody can see everything I see, because my soul just keeps the secret. Then in the dark with you, when it dawns fear for your absence, I like to remind you sit staring into space, while time and again I love you with the greatest of my silence, since the closer, but always between muted delight which revels in the more palatable flavors, is the life I chose for not being more than your shadow.
I turned around, looked up into the trees, just as the sun was in place and threw a kiss of love infinitely heartfelt, from the depths of me into the air that she had been breathing a few days. By the way, my name is Alex.
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