Dr. Ross
They told me that now you have a boyfriend. Record shot there as if I were not interested, as if you had not always been the aim of my secret love. Moreover, to be sensitive towards me, should have been aware of my innermost feelings. I, like the poet Nicanor Parra, I replied that the news could not concern me at all. Not the mimosas bloomed as in the poem, but a gray November was lost in his melancholy spirit made of rain and fog.
They told me also that you go to bed - in fact I suspected that, even without me saying it, obviously - but, in reality, this news was functional another: there is your mother upset when he hugged and found naked in his bed. I have imagined the scene: you naked, bare him - his face was cracked by Dr. Ross in "ER" and a jaw that I would have gladly contributed to dislocate a force of punches. In this way, your mother came to discover that hide in the attic because she did not suspect anything. Now it is a small cloth, continues to mumble and could be that a shot. She went to vent and gossip from a friend so the wireless phone has brought the news to me.
Meanwhile, I continued to hide, I was indifferent, the dumb. But we were at the table and bite me had gone askew. I tried not to cough and I looked at the glass which glittered with greed a Chianti that I thought would have been more pleasant. And continue to speak of that type - Dr. Ross, or with short, what I imagined his face: "You should know," he was saying Hermes, who then was the host and had invited me to dinner. "It was a club promoter in the Riviera," said Ileana, his wife and excellent cook, despite the bullet that I had placed in his throat. But I did not know him, I do not remember having ever met, of ever having had anything to do, if not through a third person and that person, dammit! you were in your bed, naked, clinging to him ...
The TV was on, at very low volume: suddenly I saw a commercial flight, pursued by your mother. Your lover with the face of Dr. Ross was climbing up a ladder, attempting to climb up a giant century-old olive tree. As in "Amarcord" when the crazy uncle played by Ciccio Ingrassia climbing a tree and shouts "I want a woman!" And then I finally understood that everything was just a dream, a terrible nightmare in which you betrayed me with Dr. Ross, and that my love remained subject, at least for the moment. I was finally awake, alert as ever I was in my life and I made the decision to abandon the plunge and declare you as soon as all my love.
