summer of 2006, Sardinia. And was there for a few days of sea, undecided on holidays had arrived in Costa Smeralda with the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing host in turn by several friends who spent the summer there. the period of Zen was still hidden in the future and enjoyed And, unaware, than would have been riots the last of his youthful impetuosity. was in fact a separate holiday , far enough away from frequenting local socialite and life that characterizes this stretch of coast. evenings spent chatting with friends old and new, evenings on the beach or simply in the garden, grilling fish. days at the beach, swimming in creeks, to drive through the streets an old Citroen Mehari ...
the last two days were spent by A , also unaware of the changes that would soon be overwhelmed. was there with her boyfriend and friends. would soon be discharged, it moved to Rome and was married with L, known right there on the beach. but at the moment A was still thinking about the costumes and the billabong shirts carhartt, to go on the table and try to surf in the winter and summer. And joined them on the beach with friends and mutual friends, all of turin, all hosted by A .
Towards the late afternoon when the sun ceased to be incandescent, E pulled from his wallet a small gelatin square, thin as a postage stamp, and about 2 mm from the side, and without being noticed if they put half in my mouth. This immediately broke up. waited about 40 minutes, just to see how his body responds, then he took the remainder. knew that in mid-afternoon under the blazing sun was not a good time, but now, with light winds, the sea front, the warm air and above all, a sunset that would not have kept you waiting, the situation seemed ideal. And had never taken an acid, even though he had a good experience and psychotropic substances. there was also some evening fun to do the cock of a different kind of exciting seasoned, but was more interested in the experience itself, the change of reality and his own conscience: every now and then he went on the Turin hills or mountains to make long dissertations with fungi, plants of power as he called Castaneda (Castaneda and just as it turned out much more effective on the uselessness ...)
began to feel the sand under him. began to roll among the small dunes of the beach. Put your arms, legs grind, now hours prone on his back. was a new feeling, comfortable, felt every single warm grain in contact with her skin had become now more intense. looked at the sky and was lost in the clouds and their golden spiral, continuously coiled swirl flaps are flimsy, dispersed and reassembled in front of him intersect with the blue of the sky. was aware that he was watching games sense of his brain, but he thought that in fact the clouds were not clear boundaries and defined as ever imagine, but which are ambiguous and constantly exchange with the atmosphere are in constant flux.
now felt at ease in new condition and emerged a sexually violent movement. strange, different from the desires that he felt normal, away from the aesthetic which was usually attracted. now a girl wanted robust, strong legs and stubby, like a housewife in the country. not persuasive theories of curves and mischievous smile, aspired now to a concrete physical, devoid of eroticism but somehow more real. smiled at these thoughts, images to woo a woman farmer in the cornfields ... stood up and dived into the sea to cool the boiling of body and fantasies, careful not to stray too far from shore. was to revel in the bathroom dry while the blue in the sky slowly lost intensity to being overwhelmed by soft pink glow, gradually more and more alive, until the flaming red sunset.
with friends across the bay, indomitable and indifferent vegetation behind the beach, then headed back home where all and took a shower in the garden and lay in a meadow full of flowers wrapped dall'asciugamano. acid rose and fell with long cycles, sometimes it was light, now eagerly pounding temples. was out of touch.
the time came for dinner, and avoided with an excuse to sit at the table, he lay down on a deck chair and nibbled figs. in reality he had never liked, but now that intense pulp, reddish and lush attracted him. from that position, as if it were invisible, quietly remarked that the party dined on the porch, waiting patiently for the slow return to lucidity.
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