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RESPECT
is night and are in bed when there he was again.
damn cat.
think you can get into my garden and act as if I was not there but they're wrong.
expected to be dark to come forward on the road when the trees cast their long shadows and the clouds darken the moon.
believed invisible, unbeatable, superior.
is believed to be the master, and behaves as such, has no respect for property of others.
what it will be me then?
I have done nothing .. NOTHING!
went to disturb my neighbor instead.
that is not a good man. is not like me.
I respect, has been telling my wife.
the other hand does nothing but put his music loud and sing loudly
.
smokes his cigarettes filled with drugs and go around the house naked.
good when I see him pass in front of windows.
I see it all. I spent a fortune but it was worth it, I am happy to see how things are.
is important.
still that meow!
can not stay in bed if nothing had happened.
I should go out and scare the damn cat, send him away.
but I can not get out of bed we risk waking her up.
not at all respectful.
okay I'm scared, I admit.
afraid of his cold eyes and its claws.
but especially the fact that I'm sure you do not scare me at all and even challenge.
mine is a bluff and he raises.
that most cowardly they are.
he has discovered it and now takes advantage.
BUT WHAT 'THAT YOU WANT FROM ME BASTARD?
kill me? judge me? keep me awake until I go mad?
I do not deserve to be sure, than I am.
ask my wife and hear what it says.
if I still want good after all these years just because I'm the one who has respect.
no, I can not stay in bed.
I rise slowly to keep the noise down and wearing her robe.
go to the closet trying not to rustle too slippers.
than I am.
doors creak open without and within, in the right corner, there's my gun.
grabbed him and stroked him lovingly, thinking that I can finally sleep.
take a handful of cartridges from the box and I head to the window.
look down and there it is.
goes quietly back and forth in my garden.
no respect.
black, big and bad as the night.
if it were not for his agile movements could be mistaken for a small dog.
lift my glass and I support the arm on the sill.
a cool breeze and sharp bursts into the room, but force me to ignore it.
I put a cartridge in the magazine, I push the stock firmly against the shoulder and approached the eye to the viewfinder.
the light coming from the windows of my neighbor's house across the street bothers me a bit 'but I can still frame the beast and keep it under fire.
as every night they will be happening in quell'abitazione things that not even want to think.
a hiss and a burst behind me interrupted my thoughts.
woke up and became aware of what I'm doing.
"your money on the table clothes and go .." I say.
picks up her clothes from the floor with speed and after having launched a last worried look opens the door and leaves.
I can not blame her. I also would have to leave quickly if someone were to ask me armed with a sniper rifle.
cost me a fortune but it was worth it, is important.
here she comes out of my house and starts running down the sidewalk. running from her pimp.
heels make exaggerated gait quite ridiculous and I lose a smile. The
in the viewfinder and remove the Safe.
my index finger tickling the trigger.
notify the police?
I will create problems?
not think so, I felt like a girl right.
one that has respect.
I let it go and get back to the cat.
him I aim and watches as she licks a paw and then he passes on his face.
just when I'm under fire and to fire turns and stares at me.
his eyes are pits blacks as his coat and looking at me defiantly.
NOT AFRAID!
lower the rifle to clean the face with the sleeve of her robe.
are bathed in sweat.
is unnerving.
the beast decided to disrespect.
as my neighbor.
just like he did.
embrace of the new rifle and frame the windows.
switch from one to another as I think back to what he told my wife before leaving.
said that I should not take and that these things happen.
I still want good but things have changed.
that adults must accept and adapt.
I estimate it, because I am one who has respect.
then went on, with the ease with which you snap your fingers.
he was waiting on the opposite side of the road, on the threshold of his house.
tank top and with that animalistic grin on his face.
no respect.
and now there he was, at the center of my viewfinder.
naked as his usual, with his physical gym and his tattoos.
with that of a monkey swinging.
his square jaw and swollen legs and hairy like those of a bear.
with those shoulders and that huge dick that I could blow up like a melon if you just pressed the trigger right now.
a slight pressure and the armored bullet would start at full speed along the barrel, forced out into the night with a flash and a bang, instantly would cross the road cutting through the air, breaking the glass of his window as if there were not, would reach the huge dick and detach it to him by the neck.
christ, I guess maybe that beast would be standing a few seconds before to realize that he is dead and fall to the floor in a pool of blood.
I really curious to see it.
but I can not.
imperceptibly move the gun frame it and she hugs him and laughs.
beautiful as the day we were married.
and laughs just like then.
has eyes that light enthusiastic front of the priest when he looked at me and said
"I do".
vile and dishonest a tear escapes my self and I ran away down his face from chin to drop down and finish on the floor.
I can not.
am one who has respect, I do.
in wealth and poverty, in health and disease.
and then of course in happiness and despair, in unity and separation.
or not?
the cat keeps meowing but I can not remove your eyes from what happens in the other house.
he has raised without apparent effort and is leading in the bedroom.
see them disappear and reappear in the window the next.
follow their movements and see it all, as I do now for over a month.
is important.
the bedroom is easy to recognize because the light that illuminates the window is red.
I'm sure that somewhere there is also a big mirror.
perhaps on the ceiling.
the doctor said it is wrong to fixate on the details.
that keeps me from the trauma and move forward.
with all the money I did not understand that he marched me to see and know is important.
how could I be sure you still love my wife if I refuse to accept reality?
would be foolish to profess my love without being conscious of what goes on in that house.
I love you, Kate.
love you like the first day I saw you.
and how when I told you that Sunday morning at the lake, after you've pretended to run away and made you chase.
love you the same way even now that he'll drop her on the waterbed.
even now, as you tear away the silk nightgown that I gave you last Christmas and throws it away before salirti above.
I love you and I keep in the viewfinder the nape of that arrogant gorilla and a second tear trickles down. Kate
you understand how much I love you? can you tell?
I get up and rush outside.
perhaps sfonderò dell'energumeno the door and take back home to Kate.
or defy him to come down and fight for her.
perhaps seeing me beaten up my wife would realize that one can not ever love me as.
the grass is cold and wet under my bare feet.
me after a few strides in front of him is the black cat.
his eyes stopped me where I am.
remain there for a few minutes without taking breath, but able to move: an adult man in his pajamas, dressing gown and bare feet with a sniper rifle on his shoulder at night in front of the biggest black cat who has never seen in living memory.
if I had my heart torn by grief and agony probably makes me laugh.
and then I hear the sirens.
obviously had no respect for the girl as I thought and called the police.
think what now my Kate?
when you take me away in handcuffs and pajamas will stop loving me?
lose his respect?
certainly think I'm one who has no respect.
I sit resting his rifle on his knees while the cat takes over the routine of his ablutions.
black as my conscience.
as the hearts of men.
the cops around me investment with the bundles of their flashlights and yelling to throw the gun.
approaching with guns drawn, from the shelter of a tree to the next tightening the circle with caution.
I'm not afraid.
I point the gun barrel under his chin and launch one last look at the window.
Kate is there watching me, wrapped in a blanket while the caveman's left behind with his arms folded and his usual grin, so recognizable even from this distance.
the black cat is gone, if it ever really existed. Kate
goodbye, I respect your choice as you see.
pull the trigger.
do not understand why the bitch is gone away, slamming the door.
that failed ex-husband blew his brains out below. So what?
you, ok so I'm sorry. but I got to do what the fuck?
I only asked if he felt good and if you would fuck.
wanted to be considerate.
and instead she looked at me like I was crazy.
a minute later he was gone, gone without a word.
psychopathic bitch.
God makes them and then pairing them, I say.
if at least the fucking beast of the plant meow I could sleep, tomorrow I have a busy day.
damn cat.
alessio
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