looked to the same site, but see different horizons. Lucio suffered desire, mourning the absence and longed to be free, truly free. Liberato imagined life, his life, as something big, something, something unknown but certainly good. Julian also longed for freedom, but theirs was of another kind, a first-freedom, that of someone who wants more than anything not to fear or to regret the decisions. Thought but did not noticed it, the monotonous rocking of the boat, the deep blue, silence, all the diluted at the moment, and transformed into part of the space, not absolute stars, but fragments, and needed one more point in the network of blue ropes and squeaky boards, if there was any awareness of an individual being, was that thought. But it warned that thought ... I somehow do not feel was a pleasant feeling, and so would have continued forever, to never, had it not been because they were men, and men, to be or because they are, need the words. Then there was that talk, and breaking fantasy paying with uncomfortable silence. - Do you plan where to live? "Said Lucio. The question was articulated in Italian, and although it did not contain explicit, the recipient's name, it was clear that was addressed to Liberato. However, it was Julian who responded in a botched mixture of languages.
"My uncle Francisco plans to install a printer in Rosario, I can stay there with him, but I can also choose go to Tucumán, home to a brother of my mother has a shop and I think it goes well.
Lucio, annoyed, nudged Liberato and censoring rude, he clarified that the question was for him.
I do not know, "replied the boy, guess where fate takes me, do you?
-Giovanni told me about a friend in Buenos Aires. He has promised a good living and work in the port, maybe there is something for me.
- Will you stay in town? "You cross the ocean but then failed to extend the target beyond Buenos Aires? Perhaps in the field can do something better than working in the port, do not you think? Lucio
weighed bag snuff, had bundled a new cigarette, lit it, and while driving out the smoke, said
"The field is for people with time, I'm already too old to wait. The money is in the city.
"You'll see how the city will get bored and want to see how you go when you offer fields to grow ... Maybe I will accept them.
"But you thought you told me to dedicate a. ..
"Yes I can wait, time is the least of my worries. Also, I need money.
Julian, with a smile, nodded. Lucio's
squinted and took a puff on his cigarette, the guy burned his lips, spit the tiny rest too slowly, so that young people perceived their vain attempt to hide that had burned, out of respect, or fear, heal your smile. Lucio
forced to forget the setback, nothing serious, he said. He stared into the sea and kept the bag snuff in the inner pocket of the bag, was falling short, but what mattered, and would have more and better.
When the breeze stopped and the smell of snuff disappeared, a rotten onion smell coming from the kitchen again won the cover. Lucio, thinking that the smell only occurred in the third, since the wealthy gentlemen not allow such nonsense crew cursed under his breath and reaffirmed its pledge of fortune ... Why misery smell so bad?
Julian had also perceived the aroma.
- What smells so bad? "She asked. Liberato
shrugged, and left to die in question really was, just a comment to fill the gap. But Lucio jumped up, grabbed the lapels of guy (to the touch, the fabric was not as fine as he appeared) and lifted with a jerk, and was skinny:
- you come to laugh at us?
Julian did not know what to say, not understand the reaction of Lucio.
"No, I do not, please, I ...
- Let it, Lucio, "cried Liberato" What's wrong!.
- you come to laugh at us, rich guy?
- rich guy? - Asked Julian and smiled nervously.
Lucio, angry, cornered him against the stern rail and pushed him until he is halfway out, Julian began to mourn.
- Leave it, "cried Liberato.
Lucio had no intention of scaring him, so that the first tears of the boy complied. Released him and straightened his clothes. Outlined half smile, as if someone, a judge had ruled in his favor.
"Go, go to mourn with your family, go to breathe the fragrant shit shit in the first and tell them that decent people do not play.
-I would go with pleasure, "Julian said, wiping tears, but I can not enter the sector first, my uncle and I traveled in the third starboard cabin.
Lucio said nothing, opened his eyes and mouth very large, settled the hair with the palms of the hands, as if this could be a shield or an excuse, and intended to faltered an apology that never pronounce; lowered his head in shame, he pressed his arm slightly Julian, and always in silence went to the bar, maybe even had time to share a drink with the T. and English, after all, had not fallen so badly. Liberato
gesticulating and waving his arms trying to meet with the movements lack of words to ask him anything, and explained less. Then he looked at Julian, who was sobbing. What had happened? What demon was ordered to break the harmony? What was the source of that sudden fury? He tried to recreate the ideas that Lucio had been chained to an innocent remark had led to such a reaction, but nothing was plausible, perhaps I could come up with reasons not incredible. Watched pity for them, but his concern was not really in the poor Julian attacked, or humiliated Lucio, but in the notebook virgin waiting for things like these, when everything happened and there was no reason that mold. How to write on such a meaningless question? How do warn that this could be written and should stop thinking for writing at once? Lucio
slow and slouched away, before entering the slum of the sailors, turned and looked at the young.
"Hey, Lucius, come here," shouted Giovanni, quite drunk.
Julian
had calmed a little and leaned his pipe with trembling hands.
"In the end I did not know what was causing the smell," he murmured. Liberato
shrugged. Lucio
was at the door, hesitant, thinking maybe I should apologize fully with the English guy, complete sentences with facts rather than intention. Would act the same way it had hoped that the other will do to him, should be visible not only repentance, but also humiliation bastard originated in pride, he himself, Lucio, must be tangible and concrete in the eyes of others, Just as it required Lucio, intimately, the other ... even that God so often lost sight of, if they ever had seen.
- Lucio, come, "shouted Antonio.
Bah, he thought and lost in the shadows, behind the door. Chapter Seven
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