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! Fanfic: It's easy to sing things that the weather system (2 / 2)

Title: It's easy to sing things that the weather system (2 / 2)
Betareader:

el_defe

Fandom: RPF - Football
Characters: Stevan Jovetić, Alberto Gilardino, Adrian Mutu, Josep Guardiola, Bojan Krkic, cited a nonsense of other people.
Rating: VM16 Warning: What if, slash, angst Disclaimer: This fanfiction not for profit. You do not want to offend or be prejudicial against real people described. Nothing told in this fanfiction has really happened but it is fictional, so do not pretend to give a truthful picture of events or personalities. Word Count: 12153w. (
fiumidiparole ) Note: This story , participating in bigbangitalia

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, which it's all my infinite love and heartfelt thanks for what he told me this story after reading it in private. Thanks, honey. ♥ another has gone from a joke by Adrian to six thousand words, and arrive at twelve thousand. ♥ Now, after this talk of interest question, I leave you to read.

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Part Stevan not even listen, while Pep talks about training, so be sure not to play this game, look left to drain on the state, finding as if it were an old friend - and perhaps is a bit 'like this: the screen above the curve and the Fiesole on the other side of the stadium, the words " Fiorentina
" on stage and the lily on that front. If he closes his eyes, he almost seems to hear choirs, to see the colors and banners. For a moment, he finds his Florence. "Stevan, you understand me?" The voice of the Pep receives from his memories in the midst of a chorus very affectionate, and Stevan struggled a little 'get rid of the feeling, his coach smiles, indulgent, and Gerard's settles a slight nudge in the side. "No, mister." Stammers in his English is still too insecure, blushing, and Pep still smiles and ruffles his hair. "I was talking about your position on the field for the game tonight, Stevan." Says the coach again, patiently, and Stevan startled, his eyes dilate with surprise. A part of him is glad to Franks to play again, although on the wrong side than last time, but a larger part is afraid of what might happen. Do not know if it's ready to play against his old comrades - against Alberto . "My - my position , mister?" Repeated, uncertain, hoping to have misunderstood. Probably, it is said, Pep is the only saying that yes, it bothers him so much but no, can not play it because it's an important game and then, he has been recovering recently from a bad blow to the ankle and maybe you can play a piece of Subsequently, however, is almost certainly not be the case, and then get them into glispiaceglispiaceglispiace but no, this is not his game, and amen, to accept it like all other reserves. Instead, Pep's waving under his nose a piece of paper marked with triangles on eleven, and one of the triangles has written a colossal
Stevan "below. "Your position on the field, Stevan." Pep continues, pointing to both its triangle that the dotted lines indicating the directions in which it is supposed to be run. "You were stopped two weeks but have recovered well, and you trained a lot. I think you deserve to leave the owner in this game. "
Stevan nods, without paying too much attention to everything and Pep boys continue to say about him, murmured responses distracted when asked to present opinions that can sull'assetto Fiorentina, and he is not even sure I said the right things, and they are not sure even the others, seen as they watch and shake head. Boji sits down beside him, shaking his hand, and Stevan him is grateful, because it is probably only one hand to prevent him from completely losing touch with reality. The rest of the evening passed as apnea, for Stevan, you barely realize you are wearing the shirt - Barca, he realizes. Because the color seems to him that so wrong?
- and his move into the tunnel behind Leo - Leo ? - ready to enter the field.
Even when marked, later, something seems wrong - because the opposing team's goalie looks like so much Sébastien? - as well as marks when doubling a few minutes later - because there is
Siniša to congratulate him? - but the eyes of Albert, which crosses a moment before disappearing in the locker room down with ice on my ankle that has begun to hurt, enough to erase all the rest, that eye contact and just cut it all comes back again, more complete and stronger than before - the one-two victory two to zero on its Fiorentina, the feeling of nice compliments that made even his ex-comrades, the certainty that among those comrades there was Albert, the Fiesole who yelled for him (and shouted affection
) like old times, as if nothing had changed. Instead, everything has changed, perhaps because too much has changed Stevan can adapt to this new reality as changeable - and so wrong - and the guy goes to take a shower while listlessly around him his companions, whose playful mood has not been affected by the malaise of Stevan, as it should be, continue to talk about things that he does not understand but from which no is not attracted. Carles When suddenly opens the door of the locker room, suspicious that he heard muffled noises coming from outside, Adem is standing there in front, his arm half-raised as uncertain between the knock and give up. Seeing discovered, the boy smiling weakly, obviously embarrassed. "There Stevan?" Moans, craning his neck to peer over the shoulder of the English, who smiles, nods and makes him enter. Stevan, when out of the shower, it is engaged in an extensive conversation with Serbian Bojan, smiles, and smiles even notice it in the Boji, before giving a helping hand to Adem. "What are you doing here?" Murmured Stevan, running a hand through his wet hair. In response, Adem is even more embarrassed. "Will you come with me?" Peel, embarrassed, and Gerard just laughs. "To greet the other, I mean. I think, "he weighs the words slowly, being careful not to miss anything dangerous. "I think it would do good to all." Stevan nods before you understand all the implications, and Adem smiles in a way that makes it impossible to feel guilty. 'May I? "Asked immediately after, realizing the look of Pep on himself, and is already beginning to slip in some way the sweatpants. "Dry your hair before going anywhere." Scolds him Pep, an amused twinkle in his eyes despite the severity ostentatious. When Stevan obeys, bored with a snort, the man turns to Adem. "And you can wait outside, we are not going to kidnap him."
"I've already done." Muttered the boy, upset, in a whimper in Serbia Stevan Boji and hasten not to translate accurately into English, but quit anyway. When it is certain that the door is closed, the smile fades Stevan suddenly, as if he had made a second too late what he has just done. She rubs her hair slightly, sitting on the bench, and is immediately near the Boji. "You're going to Albert, right?" She whispered, approaching in a way that only he feels. Do not you know that when they decided to Stevan was no secret that it was good that it remained a secret, but it does not matter to Boji. Stevan nods imperceptibly, while maintaining the same frightened that we read in his face for several minutes. "In Barcelona, I was not exactly gentle with him." She sighs, without going over; Boji nods, remembering exactly where the evening's Stevan came home crying, and the next morning when he told him everything, and the knot in my stomach that felt for him, seeing him so sad, sitting in her kitchen with a cup of hot chocolate in our hands intact. "You're afraid he might return?" Asks uncertain, while around them their comrades continue to congratulate each other for a game dominated and won, hoping it can be a good omen for the following days. I do not know. "Says Stevan, disillusioned with a smile, without feeling at all," the man of the match "as is the whole world seems to consider it this evening. For him, everything just seems tired and wrong. "I'm afraid that it can be changed more than I care to admit." Concluded, slamming his hand on a low bench. Boji takes his hand in his, smiling. He glanced at the corner of Pep, abide by and certainly curious to know what they are saying the two boys, and smiles sweetly. "I hope that everything is for the better." She whispered, holding just the grip, and Stevan nods but does not really believe it. Adem waiting for him in the hallway, almost at attention, and jump to the neck as soon as he sees out and shut the door behind her, burying her face against his chest and whining about something than I missed him and how was good in that game and a thousand other things that does not include Stevan, too busy trying to deal with the flood of emotions stronger families and attacks him while Adem drags him through the corridor and leave the front door of the locker room Fiorentina - the his dressing room -, which is waiting for him to open it, when you hear more of it. Siniša smiles like a proud father when he sees him come in, even if that look Stevan not think I deserve, and Richard hugs and smiles with his special smile, the one that has seen Stevan's restricted to only few people, first of all Giampaolo - the proud smile when he saw a beautiful goal to score Sébastien, with a tinge of sadness so strong it hurts. Mark sighs that has become taller and better at the last time I saw him play, Lorenzo grins that despite everything is still skinny and shows her arms more and more defined, Daniel timidly try to say something but is overwhelmed by Adrian coming out of the shower, out of breath and a towel around his waist dangerously poised, and he takes it and throws a couple of times in the air, happy and grossly offended by the fact nobody told him they were going to take "the star of the evening rapendolo the dressing room of Barça" - these words Sini laughs and slaps him on the side, Adrian's wrist and the blocks both laugh, together. Alberto And there, sitting on a bench nearby, already worn with jeans and still wet towel around her shoulders, there are only a few meters to divide them, but seem to Stevan an infinite distance, when it crosses his eyes. The sensation of cold, distance, strangeness is so hard to take your breath away and threaten to do so, if it were not for the hot hand of Adi still resting on her cheek. "Maybe you'd better leave it alone." Murmured Sini, giving voice to the thought that winds between the locker room whispers and glances. Stevan, somehow finds the courage to nod, Alberto, by contrast, remains motionless. remain just and yet do not approach, counting the buildings remain unspoken and lies stacked up between them, remain motionless trying to recognize, to see something in the family in spite of everything what happened between them.
"Hug." Murmured Albert, after a time that seems endless, stretching out his arms and shaking immediately after Stevan plunges in its grasp. "
StevanStevanStevan. "blows, with a slight hiccup, kissing everywhere, and manages to get his fingers into his shoulders shaking to the point of him almost hurt, trying to prevent him from leaving again. "I missed you." Rediscovering Albert - his lips, his touch, his scent, his skin under your fingers - and hear, feel that the thing that has changed is not how many had believed, it is very Stevan more than he ever imagined or hoped to deserve.
tremble when I hear it from her arms, Alberto can not restrain a laugh, slipping out of her parted lips while Stevan tightens and lifts between their arms, looking down from the tiny smile on her face painted.
"You're beautiful." Murmured put it back in the ground, before kissing him again, and Stevan against members gather, laughing and crying at the same time to relieve him back, feel the fear that had gripped her stomach suddenly dissolve and leave only full the pleasure of being with Albert again, to feel her breath on his cheek and his hands on his hips. Alberto takes all the time to undress and get stripped, and perhaps it also takes longer than necessary, followed at your fingertips every line of his body, learning to recognize the touch again, the light line of the neck and collarbone and be defined in the chest and abdomen, down to retrace with the lips and tongue, hands in his hair Stevan, suspended between the desire to seek more

and the fear of getting too
more
. Alberto that more
I admit with a smile so affectionate to do almost hurts, because Albert has never been the type to smile openly, at no time, kneel before him and looks for a second, trying to preserve every detail of that time, the exact shade of red on his cheeks and his breathing and strokes his stomach for a moment before you let him slide her shorts down her legs. Alberto think it might stay that way forever, just enjoying watching Stevan under his touch, his cheeks swell up to the sighs that seeks to retain teeth that tighten his lips and his hands are placed on his shoulders as if they were his only lifeline, her legs trembling a bit 'as it is sinking his fingers into her hair, humming disconnected phrases Stevan forces him to rebound with a groan, and pulled against and kissing him again, biting his lips to that Albert did not allow him to deepen the kiss while pushes him to the infirmary, without breaking the kiss, even for a moment, even when Alberto pushes on the bed, which is their first meeting, the floor, stroking his neck and chest as a measure to return with him, a measure that has lost this last year and which is why he needs to find . "Are you sure, Stevan?" Alberto measuring her body with his hands up along his back and down on his chest, redefines every inch of her skin and gives you back over his mark, branding Stevan silently but no less binding, while the Montenegrin groaning under his touch, returning to find his mouth as if he could breathe only on his lips. "Yes" Stevan whispers, trying to control the tremor in his voice while caressing Alberto's new face and chest, looking as if it were the most important of the whole damn universe, something to protect and keep close the heart, something so precious that you can sell your soul just to make sure that nothing bad should happen to him, had missed the way in which Albert has always looked, for it is as if that made him look every time rests on him, a different person, more beautiful and more important than it is. Stevan strokes his eyelids and cheeks, almost reverently, and then you pick up on your forearms to be able to kiss again, touching her lips slowly, this time in a very light kiss, trying to expand to infinity then he would not ever end.
"I want to go home, Albi." Stevan murmured, brushing his cheek with his lips, almost shyly. "I want to get back to you

." Alberto lets out a puff faint and stresses with a caress his cheeks, pulling him to kiss him. "Talk Radamani." Blows, amused. "I speak with the guys." Adrian listened to him lying on the bench - Siniša rolls his eyes and snorts, but says nothing and makes a sign to leave room for just slapping him on the calf - And sighs when talking about Alberto Stevan and the fact he wants to return to Florence, and asked them for help without even knowing what
has been asking for. He stands alone when Albert has finished, with an air that can not reassure anyone, he first. "Alberto, I think I can speak a little 'to everyone here," sighed Adrian, laid his hand on his shoulder. "When I say that we are not the problem. Damn, I rivorrei Stevan here and now, if it were up to me, and you know it. "Romania's curling her lips, amused. "The problem is the damn damn self and the company's debt. I do not think that Barcelona will be so excited to give to us its new star. " Alberto nods thoughtfully, a frown in his eyes, not that it was not fully aware of what Adrian has just finished telling him, but feel it aloud is infinitely worse, it hurts because it looks even more like an impossible dream. "I know." Admitted, dropping to the bench next to Richard, who moves imperceptibly, to place him and putting his hand on his knee, trying to be comforting as possible, Alberto sees his own eyes reflected in the resignation of 'friend and quickly averts his eyes, not at all eager to be pitied. Adrian is a moment thoughtfully, then bends down to whisper something to Siniša, which frowns and shakes his head briefly, then sighs and umpteenth protest Romania, nods wearily. Adrian sits up after a moment, smiled determinedly before making arm Alberto. "I have an idea to bring Stevan here," she sighs, and Alberto can not refrain from smiling at the idea, the thought of being able to have again, to be able to recover itself
. "But I need your help."
Stevan lands in Florence in a sunny day, almost two years since he left the first time, perhaps too lasciandosela behind love back and the city looks more beautiful ever, with its streets sunny and people that means dragging a suitcase as he walks - and he does not feel uncomfortable, to those glances and whispered the words that accompany it, because it is a little 'how to get back in the family, despite everything. Alberto is waiting in the car, behind tinted windows and a pair of sunglasses, with a smile so genuine as to miss a Stevan in a way so clear for him to climb almost to tears, and places the bag on the seats back and took his seat on the passenger seat, his hands immediately seek those of Albert and tighten up, unable to suppress a smile to his sister.
"Stevan." Alberto's voice glides on its soft cheek as he bent towards him and kisses him softly, without worrying about anything, just feeling it again with him, without fear of hearing disappear as soon as I closed my eyes, breathing on me all her fears disappeared, all the worries deleted, all

. Stevan take a moment to tighten, to pass her fingers through her hair and laughing floor laughing

of them, of what is good now that is with him.
"I'm here." Reassures him, rocking him softly against him - and, if it is something that Albert would never have thought could only happen a few years before, now it's almost natural, Stevan because he grew up, moved away and then came back to him with another consciousness, with knowledge of a man who loves and is not ready to give up the person she loves. "It's not going anywhere."
"I must thank Adrian, then." Alberto giggles, but in a wrong way

; Stevan feels it, and just raises an eyebrow, worried. Alberto smiles sadly, passing his fingers through his hair, and says nothing.
"Why?"
Alberto still smiles, shaking her head. "I'm not going to take this responsibility, not him." He explains, and Stevan understand and suddenly pales. "I'll take him." Stevan located on the embankment, resting the balustrade and intent to comply with the flowing river, and despite the situation, he can not suppress a smile: he had never imagined that Adrian could be a philosopher nostalgic, and even now can not see it in this dress.
"Adrian." Calls him, in a whisper, and Romania are not time motioning with his hand to reach it.
"It's beautiful." She sighs, looking away. "The Arno, I say. I always liked him. "" Adrian. "Stevan shakes his head, without being distracted, and his voice sounds a little 'harder when you do not really want. "You should not have." Adrian finally turns to look at him, and Stevan can not understand how can be so calm when speaking of his departure from Florence - the look, the Montenegrin fails out of his head the idea that it is his fault, if Adrian is leaving. It is his fault, his selfishness in wanting to return after having made the decision to go away, if only he had known, would never come back.
"Why not?" Adrian looks into his eyes and speaks with frankness, as it has done with him since they first met. It is also why the likes of Adrian, the fact that he's always been honest, I've always made it clear throughout. "You've done for me."
Stevan bursts into tears at these words, and Adrian looked up at the sky sighs and hugs him with one arm, forcing him to put her head on his shoulder.
"Listen, Stevan." Adrian speaks calmly, without any shadow of regret. "Two years ago I would have had to escape through the back door, remember?" Expects Stevan has nodded - recalling the protests, the growing fear that snaked to see him go in the locker room, the crusade undertaken by Siniša who had failed in its intention, so that it seemed that were sold off to the first agent - and then starts to speak, with a smile. "This year I can leave with the affection of the fans. You gave me much more than I deserved at the time, "he pauses tiny, clasping the grip on his shoulder and pressing simultaneously against a bit 'more power. 'And I'm not a guy who forgets. " Stevan lets out an embarrassed laugh, with some difficulty accepting the gift that's Adrian is doing, and that is not simply due to return to Florence, is something much bigger, who can not confine a single concept. "I miss you, Adi. Without you will not be the same. "She sighs, after some uncertainty, wiping her eyes with the back of the hand, and Adrian laughs and ruffles his hair.
"I am confident that Albert can take care of you." She says with an air of importance that Stevan forced to laugh in spite of everything. "I'm doing for him, what do you think? Ever smiling more. "" I think something happened to him as a child. "Stevan suggests, amused, without wondering where this strange game going to end or for what will last, just enjoying the moment, that seems too much to those the past to make him feel at home as a few other things. "I have never hypnotized and dissolved the spell." Rope gives Adrian, enjoyed laughing with him, and both laugh even more mind before the image of a miniature Alberto observing the pendulum of a hypnotist until the his usual frown is painted on the lips. "I'll take it from a gypsy to make him remove the curse, then. " Adrian laughs at this idea, miming the act of reading a crystal ball, and Stevan still laughs and hugs him, burying her face against his chest until they both stop laughing, Adrian and clasps him briefly before letting him go.
"you're good, baby." Murmured, moving a curl behind her ear before taking him by the hand and drag them where Alberto was expected all the time, sitting in the car.
"At last you go." Albert sighed, raising his eyes as he left the car and go meet them, adding Stevan and trying his hand. For a moment the little boy looks at him, then sighs and Alberto darkens. Raises again the look on Adrian and a second open his mouth to say something, but renounced shaking his head. "I miss you."
Adrian makes a half-laugh, as his tired eyes, and puts his hand on the shoulder of Alberto.
"You too." She says earnestly, looking at both eyes, biting his lips, shaking his shoulder, then chuckles. "Take care of you, come back here whenever I can." "Where they send you, Adi?" Stevan's voice trembles as he runs his hand through his hair and did not see his face, scared of what Adrian could read; Romania's floor laughing, and staying away from Alberto property standing in front of Stevan, a hand raised toward him, but have not even touched, mimicking a light caress on her hair. "Never mind." Ride, pianissimo, and Stevan opens his eyes and raises her face shot, meeting his hand slipping into a rough pat on his cheek and his neck. "So I come back soon."
Adrian china for a moment on Stevan, brushing his lips with his own only for a second, the ignoring of Alberto disappointment that behind him, says nothing but stiffens in a way so obvious to be almost comical. The boy gasps later, blushing, then leans over to kiss a moment to respond. "I miss you, Adi." She sighs, and is sincere when he throws again her arms around him and smiled sadly, feeling, and Adrian also tighten in response Alberto addition to the embrace, a moment later. "I miss you too." Adrian is the answer that you let slip through her hair, buried his face once again. "I'll entrust you, Alberto."
"It was never yours, Adrian." Albert smiles, Stevan attracted to him and placing his lips on his forehead, Adrian continuing to look into the eyes without looking away for even a moment. "I do not let go again."
Adrian smiles and nods, without another word. By the way Alberto hugs, this time is sure he told the truth.

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in the true sense of the word in the sense that it was finished ten minutes before the expiry of the deadline for sending more or less, but I love her. Thus, there is a special dedication, but there is a huge and heartfelt thanks to all of you that you have read and particularly for the usual unknown who helped me to arrive alive at the bottom of all this - and I'm talking to you, Jo and Def. ♥ special thanks to you, because I would never have come this far without your help and your patience Starmie in the back while I screamed bloody fic that would not reach its conclusion.

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! Fanfic: It's easy to sing things that the system time (1 / 2)


Title: It's easy to sing things that the weather system.
Betareader:




el_defe


Fandom: RPF
- Football

Characters: Stevan Jovetić, Alberto Gilardino, Adrian Mutu, Josep Guardiola, Bojan Krkic, cited a nonsense of other people.
Rating: VM16

Warning: What if, slash, angst Disclaimer: This fanfiction
not for profit. You do not want to offend or be prejudicial against real people described. Nothing told in this fanfiction has really happened but the result is fantasy, so do not pretend to give a truthful picture of events or personalities.
Word Count: 12153w. (





fiumidiparole


)

Note: This story
, participating in





bigbangitalia


has what is clearly
fanmix the most beautiful in the world to work






waferkya


, which goes all my infinite love and heartfelt thanks for what he told me this story after reading it in private. Thanks, honey. ♥ history was born - Mica know how, really. * Laughs * I found myself writing it even before it actually plotted completely, so that a lot of scenes have been added also in the running or have been eliminated, and from time to time has gone from a joke to Adrian six thousand words, and arrive at twelve thousand. ♥ Now, after this talk of interest question, I leave you to read.
IS SOON TO SING THE WEATHER SYSTEM THAT THINGS - I say goodbye, you say hello -
When the proposal arrives in Florence Barça - resplendent, done with attention to a sheet white and presented by a smiling sports director - Stevan enough to look for that no, Fiorentina did not refuse. Perhaps, it is said shyly, while driving to Florence without a clear destination, leaving just scroll around the city, he would have accepted, probably, if they offered a figure that he does not think either of claims, he would accept. Tamburella plan on the steering wheel while waiting for the light to turn green, neatly lined up along with dozens of other motorists, trying to come to terms with the embryo of an idea that has crossed the head - an idea that does not know whether to call foolishly altruistic or selfish dramatically, perhaps both, equally, or perhaps the two things are so mixed that it is impossible to understand where he started one and the other ends. Stevan closes his eyes for a moment and opens them only when they hear someone honk impatiently behind him, a sign that clearly has waited a moment before leaving to take too much red. Hop around the city without a reason to avoid areas too familiar or too tied to something important for them to bear at this time, preferring to turn to more unexplored directions. There are purple flags on the windows, everywhere I go, and he finds himself smiling. When the car stopped in front of the home of Manchester United, after we had arrived almost case, it seems almost a sign. And as he takes off his belt and opens the door, letting the heat of July invading the cockpit and caress the skin, has already made his decision. "Stevan, I did not expect to see you." Pantaleo is sitting at his desk, with a neck tie that Stevan, even in its total lack of competence in the field of fashion, do not hesitate to call creepy. Sporting director gets up and goes straight up, smiling a bit 'worried about the surprise visit, and do it immediately sit on the comfortable armchairs in front of his desk, calling for you because someone bring up something cool to drink for both. "So Stevan, "Corvino smiles politely when both are accommodated, then put on his glasses and starts to fiddle with one of the many pens that litter the floor of his desk, arranged or not in the glasses that serve as door-pens. "What brings you to me?"
Stevan joining the fingers in front of her, pensive, thinking of dropping everything. Then he shakes his head slightly, amused, and lets out a snort. "I heard the proposal of Barça, sir." Begins, gently, trying in every way not to feel Pantaleo bypassed his authority - has seen him angry only once, in January, and the experience is widely enough to decide not want to incur his wrath. "I wondered what they think." Pantaleo takes a deep breath, shaking a bit 'on the chair with obvious discomfort, before you type something carelessly on the computer keyboard on the screen and retrieve the mail sent from Barcelona and all the details of 'deal that would be interested.
"I think it's a good proposal, a proposal and honest, which is not so obvious in recent times." Sporting director sighed, turning the screen because Stevan can read the details of the contract - thirty-five million, a figure disproportionate that keeps bouncing in my head. "But it's a choice you have do you, being under contract with the company for a couple of years, unless we count the renewal we mentioned last month. "Stevan
lips stretch into a faint smile, while continuing to look at air Pantaleo interrogative. "What do you think the figure was given, sir?" Modulates, almost amused when you see him tense up, should not be many players with the courage to want to hear in the face that are good for the budget of the company, he thinks, and holds a giggle at the thought. "Stevan, it is unnecessary for me to tell you what these thirty-five million will be used to our financial situation." Corvino begins, Stevan and feels the His discomfort in the way that stretches the words, it tries not to get quickly to the point that will surely hurt more. "I'm not saying sacrifice, of course, only to ... Here, say, to weigh carefully the offer. Barcelona are a great team, you could play with some of the best players in the world. "
Stevan keeps a smile, refrain from saying that he, after all, win the Champions League and everything that matters is not so much, if it has to go from Florence and an inordinately breaking promises made to people more or less important. He looks at his hands for a moment, looking to collect his thoughts - and courage - they need to pronounce the following words. "I think enough, sir." Chuckles nervously, wrinkled polo shirts he wears. He holds his head down so that Pantaleo can not see the uncertainty in his eyes. "I accept. As you said, Barcelona is a great team. This offer, "she sighs, pointing with a nod. "It is a huge opportunity. I can not let go. " Pantaleo lets out a sigh that Stevan can not decipher, can not understand whether it is a relief to have seen him tumble so easily, or frustration in spite of everything he had hoped to keep him in Florence.
"Are you sure, Stevan?" asks the sporting director, grazing the back of his hand. "I mean, is not a decision to be taken lightly, if you can - 'Stevan ignores everything that you are leaving behind, focusing instead on what is giving away to Fiorentina. Self-financing will not be a problem this season, and the thought makes him tick a smile at the corner of his mouth, though not completely, just to give him strength and enable him to continue talking. "I thought enough, Lord." Sigh, tapping on the desk, asking only that the talks will end as soon as possible to be alone. "I've asked my agent to make contact with Barcelona to refine the final details. "
" The decision is made, then. "There is a hint of bitterness in the voice of Pantaleo, is enough to try to Stevan motion of affection for that man, Despite everything, despite what he said just a few minutes ago, Corvino has addressed that conversation convinced not to see him go. Stevan is a little 'sorry dovergli to regret this. "There is nothing that society can do to keep you? A touch to the hand, maybe ... " Stevan raises a hand, interrupting him. "If it were a matter of money, sir, you could never compete with Barcelona." Chuckles, embarrassed for having him be to point out this fact. "It's a question of -" we think for a second, then shrugs. "As a priority , we say." "Florence is not a priority, then?" Corvino says softly, as if speaking to himself, and Stevan hides a smile behind a bitter cough. Florence is exactly the priority that drove him to accept the offer of the boat, and Corvino should understand better than anyone else. "In a sense, it is." Sighed quietly. "I consider the agreement made, then?" Pantaleo jumps, and takes a couple of seconds to nod. Stevan expected to have made a phone call to his agent, before making the last chance - a chance to ask whether you can afford, since he just said he is leaving the company, and this could be an argument that would convince many team managers to not give him nothing but a kick in the ass at the time of signing the new contract. "Can I make one request, sir?" Pantaleo nods slowly, Stevan and lets out a smile.
"Do not sell Adrian." Sighed, bowing his head. Breathe a few times, trying to regain control over their voice, which was shaking so embarrassing. "You can make a difference. For please . "" I'll try to talk to the Valley. "Corvino admits, after a moment spent immersed in thought, and though it is a small hope, very minor and silly, you cling Stevan and closes his eyes, hiding a tears of gratitude. In a sense, the feeling of having something important back in place. "I've already talked to your teammates?" Pantaleo interrupted his thoughts, staring from behind the pen that has raised a couple of papers to sign that his secretary brought him. "I mean, you need to talk with me or with Mihajlovic - 'Stevan shakes his head, after a moment of uncertainty, caressing the thought of disappearing into thin air, without a greeting, leaving it to others to deal with the reactions that surely there will be , although it is not sure what they are. "I'd rather do it myself, sir." He sighed, tilting her head and letting out a smile a bit 'wider than the previous ones, a bit' more sad, a bit 'more adult . Pantaleo can not help but smile in response and take him gently on the door, with a feel that no one would ever expect from him, Stevan also ignores the hiccups that can not hold a moment before the door closes behind him. "I have accepted the proposal of Barça." Stevan says it to quietly, yet he seems to have shouted, seeing as everyone around him suddenly fall silent and stare at him in disbelief; Adem takes a step forward, opening his mouth without any sound that comes out, but goes away immediately, like Scott, when Stevan try to approach him. "It's for self-financing, right?" Murmured the boy, shocked. "I mean, you actually forced to accept, I know. That is, "his eyes fill with tears, suddenly, and nearby Khouma put her arm around her shoulders, trying to reassure him as best he can, looking actually more embarrassed than ever. "Must be so, there can be no that you - ' "Adem, I meant exactly what I said." Stevan sighs, looking down. "I am that I accepted the proposal of Barcelona." Adem bleaching of a sudden, sinking her fingers into Khouma shoulder, which makes a bit 'stronger and bends slightly toward him and kissed his forehead, trying to be the more reassuring as possible, despite the quiet sobs that make the leap the boy's shoulders. "Let me go." Adrian makes its way slowly through the guys that were crowded around, asking for an explanation, and all after a moment's hesitation, let it pass as if in his serious expression there was something that simply can not be ignored by any of them, Adrian looks at him, arms at his sides and his forehead wrinkled with evident concern, then lets out a slight sigh. "Tell me that you have not done for the reason that I think, Stevan." Stevan do not even need that year, at a glance to see Adrian and draws it to itself without a moment's hesitation, she kissed his forehead with just a hint of embarrassment. "I'm the one who was supposed to go on." He sighed, leaning his hands on his shoulders and shaking slightly. "It's not fair." "Stay, Adi?" Stevan do not care to hide the way her voice trembles, and even the tears that rose in his eyes. Himself to be embraced more close, resting her face on Adrian's shoulder and leaving simply tighten, trying not to think of everything that is giving up. Adrian strokes his hair, slowly, equally moved.
"If I want, I'll stay." He sighed, ruffling his hair as she speaks, and Stevan sobs and throws her arms around his neck, feeling more of a naughty child, Adrian holds him as not wanting to let go, hiding his eyes lucid in his hair.
"And Albert?" Adrian let out in a whisper, placing her lips against his ear to hear it because no one else apart from him there would be no harm because, at this point the situation, everyone knows everything, but at that time a report is now well known and accepted universally seems to have to stay together, as you remember that day when Stevan him he confessed, with a hint of embarrassment, how and why, asking if it was right that Alberto had become the most important person around him, and Adrian had laughed softly and nodded with understanding. "He did you say?" "I - No

." Stevan also whispers, letting his light embrace and soothed by rocking, and his voice breaks at the thought of Alberto - sought to exclude, so far, but Back it all together and stronger than ever, given that Alberto was not it never really gone, but has always remained in a corner ready to pick up something at the end he never let go. "I have not had the courage." Adria just nods, absently, and starts to pass your fingers through your hair without saying anything more, the guys around them remain for a moment to look at them, embarrassed as if they were witnessing something very intimate and private, before walking away and return to their activities to try to recover the semblance of normality that the announcement of Stevan has taken to everyone. Stevan remains motionless, saying nothing, unable to give voice to questions that pressed against his lips at the moment. Adrian is doing - again, he always, always more father and brother who only friend.
"You want me to call him?" He murmurs, in one breath, and Stevan finds himself nodding frantically, his face pressed against his shoulder without the courage to say the least, knowing that his voice would not hold. Adrian continues to stringerselo against even when pulling the phone out of his pocket and runs briefly heading to retrieve the number. Alberto not respond after two rings. "I hope it's a damn important reason, Adi." Sighed Adrian sketches and half sigh, before realizing that Alberto obviously can not see it, so it is quite useless. "I think you should go back to Florence, or at least be able to pass," he sighs, monotone, trying to let it leak out as little as possible from the voice does not want to be a hysterical Alberto on the doormat of the house who asks for an explanation for his unclear speech that put him in alarm. It's already happened once, and no thanks, not going to repeat the experience. "Just one afternoon." Alberto feels around in the background, and bites his lip, while continuing to caress the hair Stevan; feels trembling against his own body, probably more scared than I even want to admit, and holds barely a sigh.

"Why?" The nuance in the voice of Alberto says that he has failed in its intention not to worry anymore too. "Success of something serious?"
"Stevan." Adrian deliberately leaves the name open for a second, hoping that include Alberto alone. All that is able to obtain, however, a strangled sob: do not know whether to be grateful or not the fact that Albert is in a hole that the news will still come for direct or cross streets. Just wait a moment longer before you continue, know that Alberto is about to hang up to run in Florence. "He has signed with Barcelona."
change in Alberto is sudden and obvious, so that Adrian can feel a chill go down my spine with devastating clarity, tone of voice with which to talk back, After a moment, is the very image of the posting. It's like a punch in the stomach even for him, and Adrian is happy to be able to save at least that Stevan, even though he knows he can not protect him forever. Protect it from what, then.
"... I do not know anyone Stevan, Adrian."
Adi presents the Stevan phone, locking lips and getting a quizzical look in return.
"Tell us about you." He explains, in a breath, wondering if this will really resolve anything, probably not, he says, while Stevan pick up the phone with trembling fingers in the world, so that for a moment fear that it might leave fall. "I do not - I can not do anything right now." Finally, a bitter note in his voice. Stevan
taking the phone to your ear and remains silent for a moment, know that Alberto has heard those last words, while he has no idea what he and Adrian have objected, even though the face of the friend is not able to think that the thing can be worked. Despite all this, was silent for a moment, listening only breathe into the receiver.
"Albert?" The sound of the dial tone is the only answer he gets to his invocation.
It only takes a week to arrange all the paperwork for your transfer, and Stevan is happy that things are so fast, because every day that passes its resolution falters every time you make eye contact with a partner and surprise him nostalgic or offended against him, every time he hears Adem cry at night, which divide the room into retreat, convinced not to be heard, every time you dial the same number mobile phone and the response I get is only the sound of dial tone and then a recorded voice that says, "This is the answering machine
A -
" and he stops every time, before hearing the

his name, because it would hurt even more. Stevan part on a Wednesday in late July, with the sun warms Florence so absurd as to make him the ultimate snub of his stay in Tuscany. Vlada is that the accompanied at the airport, cursing the traffic in a way so familiar that the thought of never hearing confusing Stevan; Adrian was also proposed, to be honest, but Stevan has politely declined: it has already cried once, when taking leave, and another goodbye was too much to bear, and maybe he could not leave. As for Albert, Stevan has not even heard: did not answer any of the times he tried to call him up when he was in Cortina, and did not predict a return to the retreat to greet him, as Richard has done instead, ultimately, Stevan is convinced that Albert does not want to hear it anymore, and maybe it's better that way.
Maybe, they say getting out and lifting your bags, will not hurt

. Stevan
no time before it is too late to turn back after passing the security check, the airport of Pisa is no different from a thousand other times when there was with other boys before leaving for a trip , and yet I still feel the lack. He
for a moment the impression of seeing Albert, the crowd that rushes to the metal detectors, but is only just an impression, Stevan hide a smile a bit 'nostalgic behind a cough before you turn your back again all this.
Barcelona is even hotter than Florence, and this would never have imagined, so much so that he feels about to melt as it exits the artificial coolness of air conditioning and feel the sun warm the neck and face while looking around for someone who is a point of reference.
Guardiola is not as he had imagined, despite his young age, if he had figured as a hard man, assuming that was the road which had many successes. The man who just got out of the meeting is that it has taken to the airport, however, has a smile that has nothing to severe and door wearing his shirt sleeves rolled up around the elbow with enviable nonchalance; Stevan rearranges with obvious discomfort full formal wear, long for a T-shirt short sleeves and a pair of shorts to wear, if only to avoid the risk of melting in the heat.
"I hope you had a good trip, Stevan." Greets his new coach, smiling and shaking his hand openly.
"Pretty good, I would say, if you mean that I do not like flying." The smile on the lips of Stevan is absolutely genuine, Guardiola likes, at least at first sight, and tries to put this in the handshake that exchange and the smile that accompanies it. "Thanks for the welcome, Mr. Guardiola."
"Only Pep, Stevan." Josep corrects him with a smile, before taking him inside, away from the stifling heat of the road sunny. "Did I ask insistently your presence here would have been absurd if I had not come personally to welcome you."
Stevan blush slightly at his words, thinking about the astronomical amount that Barcelona has paid for it, and feeling guilty about
accepted for the reason why he accepted , basically, since there is some pride, but only for the sake of something that is left behind. Well to consider that thought, Stevan feels awfully stupid. "I'm glad to be here, mis -
Pep." She sighs, and he finds himself thinking that it's not a lie so beautiful and good as he could think up a second ago, for the moment, Barcelona is a beautiful city, his new coach is nice and the opportunity that was offered is great enough to make the pain fade for leaving Florence, but the relief lasts only a moment. The next moment, Pep has blathered something about him to know all the structures and entrusted it to a boy who will more or less his age, or maybe even less - Bojan
, if you do not remember evil.
"Give him a ride." Pep only says, ruffling the hair on both, and the boy huffs in exasperation.
"I'm not driving." Tries to complain about, talking fast in Catalan and raising some of the voice tone, slightly hysterical, and Stevan asks him a look of curiosity, without understanding, and Pep rolls his eyes and puts his hand on his shoulder.
"Please," repeated, speaking slowly so that Stevan can understand, if not the words, at least the general meaning of the speech. "You're the only one who speaks Serbian. Do not ask for this if I do not fidassi you. "
Stevan does not even have time to wonder what would be the implied in this speech - thought that, perhaps , may not be his own business do not even touching - that Bojan has sighed, clearly annoyed, and began to speak Serbian without even giving him a breath and dragging him away, slowing the pace only when it is far from Pep.

Gerard manages to drag it out for the first time with the team after a match with Racing won very well, where Stevan scored his first goal in an evening that, perhaps for the goal and maybe for the drink that English forced him to accept immediately, it seems pretty nice to just have fun, without too many thoughts. Or at least, it would be if the Bojan
stop even for a moment to fix it is with that auction in which the teams from the first day he arrived in Barcelona, never understood what the problem is with him, but Bojan put it absolutely clear at every opportunity - not least, the sit angrily away from him in the room where they dragged him. "I think Boji is jealous." ADJUDGED Gerard slowly, shaking his head with the air of someone who knows the world and He glanced sideways at the boy sitting on a bench nearby and stubbornly intent on showing his back to Stevan and whoever accompanies him. "I mean, you and the coach."
"I and the mister?" Stevan eyes widen in surprise at these words. "Why?" "So small and so white." Pedro laughs, and the others laugh with him and avoid pointing out that he and his twenty years are the smallest thing, at that table. "You should know how Pep insistently requested your presence here, even you were the next Golden Ball for the next ten years." Stevan blushing furiously, trying to say that no, in short, is that Barcelona has the exclusive Players of gay and even if it were a child he is not naive, but keeps his mouth tightly closed and sips his drink thoughtfully, without feeling the need to tell the world something that is good to remain in the dressing room in Florence .
"It would make sense that it was." Insisted, stubbornly. "I mean, it makes no sense. Pep is the coach. I have wanted to - I know, for some important reason. "
Gerard raises an eyebrow, then bursts out laughing.
"If you think so, you must be blind." He says, between a laugh and the next. "Just so you may not have noticed how he looks at you Pep."
Stevan shakes his head and starts to say something but stops. Quietly retraces every game, every practice, and find everything they're talking about the Kids: Pep's hand on his shoulder that stops a bit 'too long, a care a bit' too much in making him feel at home, as if Florence was eager to make him forget as soon as possible, a smile a bit 'different from those reserves to other, laugh a little' more affectionate. And at the same time Bojan's eyes hot on his back, as if you just want to see it disappear as a punishment for having disturbed his world perfect and happy. After this inspection, Stevan not know if it's happy or not to have understood what he Boji. "Oh, the child has understood." Pedrito laughs, and this time Gerard slap hands him a solemn, with great relief by Stevan. "I'll talk to him."
Stevan drink in one breath that remains of his drink, while Gerard nods and Pedro continues to complain that the world might feel entitled to take a more slaps when he pleases, and continues staring at the nape of Bojan in front of him, slowly ponders what it means, while up from the stool on which he was squatting and moving slowly among the bodies piled in the room where the boys dragged him. Stevan
standing waiting for a long time, before sitting on the couch next to Bojan, stares at him, making clear that they intend to start a conversation and, as soon as he to open his mouth, Bojan gets up immediately.
'Boji, wait. "Stevan jumps up, grabbing him by the sleeve, and the boy wriggles from his grasp bothering yet another irritated look. Despite this - and with great relief by Stevan -, returns to his seat.
"Leave me alone, Jove." However, says, crossing his arms to his chest and reserving a cold stare and wounded - Stevan would have understood before, even if he does not know how this could make things easier, in the end, does not know how he would react if Albert was in love with someone else, the time when it was in Florence . He takes a deep breath, clasping her hands in her lap, before returning to speak.
'Boji, Pep does not interest me. "He says, in a whisper, and his eye is injured enough to understand that Gerard and Pedro were right about the cause of the mood of the boy. Only now it is more difficult to say anything. "I swear, I do not care." Continuous shooting short of breath, and words that are pronounced after a more painful than the other. "The person I love has been in Florence, and I'm afraid of losing it forever."
Bojan does not believe him, and this is evident in the way it looks, trying to figure out what we know of something that should have remained personal and of which all must be, of course, had noticed even before him, Stevan takes a deep breath, trying to regain control over his thoughts began to wander as free as any time that any talk of the Alberto recalls to mind.
"It was Alberto Gilardino, Boji, it is still him." He says with a sigh, knowing that he exposed too much, you have given to Boji something big, so personal to burn at the thought. He closes his eyes for a moment, erasing from his mind the image of Alberto. "You can believe me or not to, but it's true."
"you miss him, right?"
Bojan's words come after a long moment of silence, completely unexpected, and Stevan almost startled to hear him speak in a different shade voice, understanding and not anger. For some reason, Bojan believed him. "Yes," whispers - it's easier to talk in low tones, can hope that the trembling of her voice is due to the effort to keep it low and not because Albert is pretty damn bad. "I miss so much." Bojan nods to himself, and he offers him a shadow to smile, probably feeling a bit 'silly.
"Why do not you call him, write him, go find it -"
"It's not so easy." Stevan interrupts him immediately before that enumerates all the possibilities that he has already considered and discarded a long time, one after the ' other. "There has never been anything easy, with Alberto. But it was also nice that, or he would not have been him. "Stops for a second, collecting his thoughts and putting away the pain before it becomes simply too

. "I never asked to change at any time. Would not be fair, that's why I'm in love with him. "
Bojan says nothing, because of the dreamy smile Stevan says a lot more than he did not say in words. Both remain silent for a while '-
for a while'
, so much to worry about Gerard and Pedro who observed the exchange of words stretched on the table as two wives - and eventually Boji smiles, standing up and holding out his hand.
"I'll buy you a drink." He says only, reaching the table occupied by other students, and Stevan finds himself smiling, relieved.

Won the Liga with a day in advance and everything is just perfect. Nou Camp is the perfect
overflowing with people and raise the cup, the screams of joy are perfect for everyone and everything, it seems that the whole string around the city of Barcelona to its champions - champions again, and this is something that nobody ever gets tired. It is perfect for a moment, the way in which Pep looks, why or how they had remained alone in the dressing room, two of them, while everyone else went to celebrate, Stevan is something that can not explain, and perhaps does not want to do it.
"Are not you going to celebrate with others?"
Stevan weakly shakes his head, laughing floor, my head feels as light as if he had been drinking, and they say it is the euphoria of the moment of the evening, which is the Camp Nou lit and beautiful.
"Later, I did not want to drink at the moment." He explains, smiling slightly and nodding absently on the spot, without knowing how to behave. "You?" Pep
shakes his head and stood up, and seem perfect for a moment even his lips touch those of Stevan, uncertain for a second. Stevan
feels the hands of Pep hot on his hips, just below the edge of the shirt you wear, and which is celebrating yet another title, and for a moment think of leaving do, to ignore the voice that whispers Bojan as Pep is important to him in many, too many ways, after all, is not necessary that he knows: he knows to be a good liar, if necessary, and it is fairly certain that Pep is the same. are other eyes than those that the block, taking away almost breathless with surprise, other lips bent in a frown of disapproval, warm fingers that overlap with those of Pep nell'accarezzargli the stomach, another scent on the skin, another
everything that is Albert is hurt because the skin is etched perhaps more in the depths of his own being. 'Pep, we can not. "Moans, taking a step back, away from him, he seems almost as if Albert's eyes light up at these words, that his lips to stretch in the shadow of a smile and that its hands shake a little 'grip on her hips - just that Albert is not there, of course. 'Boji - Please no. "Pep stops, hand frozen in midair in the act of stroking his cheek, and her smile varies imperceptibly, it hurts, because Pep loves me, he learned to know and would not be anything wrong, it would be wrong if he made two steps forward and kissed him again and then go beyond, because it knows and Pep Stevan

knows that he loves him, he feels in his gestures and the way he look, the times when he realizes that he set. It hurts because he knows enough to recognize that smile, that is subtly sad and disappointed, even if Pep does not want him to weigh him nothing, and it hurts to be the cause of that change, even if would do more harm if the smile was sad to Alberto, who also now exists only in his head.
"I'm sorry." Blows Stevan, torturing hands. Try to make eye contact with Josep, but his coach keeps his eyes stubbornly fixed on the floor, her lips bent in a faint smile. "Pep, I -"
"I told him, Bojan." Said the Spaniard, a shadow amusement in his voice, almost, and Stevan startled, because he had not thought about this possibility - not because it's wrong, not because he wants Alberto hide, simply had not thought of being able to talk to someone Alberto
really
talk, talk about how they simply his smile could shake the heart in ways that still can not explain, how he had to look as if every gesture was the most obvious thing in the world, so that had to be there, simply. "But you said you were already with someone, but I thought he said it just to get away from you."
"I'm not - 'Stevan sketches, but stops when he realizes star saying in Pep yet another lie, perhaps the worst, because it is one thing to say that is well in Barcelona - and in the end, it is also true, not as good as it was in Florence, another type of good, but it is beautiful all the same - and a account is to lie about something - Alberto
-that is still probably the central point of his life, in relation to which it continues to move despite everything that has happened. "Yes
'blows then, lowering his head, almost ashamed. "I'm sorry." "You would go there from Barcelona for him?" Pep asks, point blank, and Stevan jumps again, blushing suddenly, he is not hard to read the implication in the phrase, and bites his lip before he could to respond. "Yes, without hesitation." Murmured, his voice so low as to be almost inaudible. "Pep, I -" "Do not say you're sorry." Josep laughs, softly, and kisses him on the forehead before leaving. "It's okay. I'll be waiting there to go find the others. " Stevan is just watching the door close, and bursts into tears when it is sure to be alone.
"So he will not come." Sobs, pointing to the empty room.

Alberto comes at a July day, completely unexpectedly, during the last few days the anniversary of his transfer to Barcelona. Simply, Stevan opens the door and finds him there, leaning against the doorpost, and when he sees it feels to go to fire and lose a few beats, why, then, is Albert who came looking for him and is looking like it's the thing most important of the whole damn universe.
"I come in?" His voice - the voice of a hundred nights together, shared many moments with him and no other - enough to redeem it from its apathy, and Stevan lowers her eyes. Would you say no, simply wishes that things were simpler, would be able to leave behind Florence to start living in Barcelona, but simply nods, making way into the small apartment he rented for just over two months. "It was Adrian to tell you where I live, right?" Despite the tone of question, that of Stevan's not a question, only Adrian and Adem have come to greet him, the last period - the first arguing violently with Siniša to get a day off, the second taking advantage of a bad injury that kept him still more than was expected - and Adi is certainly the most likely suspect: a part of Stevan hopes that something that was there before the his arrival in Florence and returned to work, even if something in the eyes of Adrian, when he speaks of Sini, says he is not so easy. You
Alberto nodded, this time, and miss out a small smile in your bags still in the room, open only to make clothes and never really defeats. Stevan crosses her eyes and blushed, feeling guilty - even if guilty of what, I do not know.
"What brings you in Barcelona? "asked the boy, trying to smile and appear at ease in his house, despite the presence of Alberto to make the walls seem closer and the ceiling lower, while all he has left behind suddenly back in Florence with force. 'Holiday or work? "" Neither. "Chuckles Albert, to be embraced by one of two soft chairs in the living room while Stevan takes place on that in front of him, resting a couple of glasses of iced tea with one another. Alberto looks at him, looking for some sign of change, and Stevan can not help but feel uncomfortable in quell'ispezione so accurate. "How are you, Stevan?" The boys shrugs, sipping his glass of tea soon and trying to understand why Albert has come, why he chose this moment because it has not called when he sent his congratulatory message, only a couple of weeks ago, because did not come about by taking advantage of Adem Adrian or at any time of the season, and especially trying to figure out why

so dramatically is always difficult, Albert, to the point of having to reduce to a series of questions to put order in his head.
"I feel good, Albert,
really.
"she says, smiling a bit 'weak, and can feel the atmosphere between them to change almost imperceptibly, frozen, and at this point looks at Alberto's eyes and gave it ago, the question that presses on the lips that pronounce
"Why did you, Albi?
both been waiting for.
Alberto, that question does not answer immediately. Some fiddling 'with the glass, and brought his fingers up and tracing trails in the random condensation that covers it, before looking up again on him. When he does, he realizes that Alberto Stevan is smiling.
"I came to you." Sigh, pronouncing every letter with such delicacy as to shiver Stevan, Alberto because he did not remember it, I do not remember so careful and reminders and

damn broken. For its part, reflects, it was a presumption to think that he was the only one to be changed in the past year. "I came because I missed you, Stevan." Takes a deep breath, then takes her hand in hers and holds it up as if to make him crack the bones. "I came because I want you to come with me to Florence, Stevan."
"I do not want to go, Albert!" Protest Stevan, wriggling from his grasp and doing a couple of steps back. "I am a Barça player now. Florence could not give me anything that I already gave Barcelona. You

not you give me nothing than it already is in Barcelona. "
Alberto lowers her eyes, aware that Stevan has changed, and nothing is the same as before; Stevan sure that this has nothing to do with what that was shaking to him for comfort, with what Florence was smiling when he came to camp, and smiled when he went away, and at that time had not stopped smiling, even for a moment, and that smile was good for the heart because it was right
com 'was
. With a sigh, Alberto Stevan asks if you love him still.
"In Florence I'm here." He says softly, stepping forward and grabbing her wrist once more, holding just enough to make it clear that is not going to leave anything unturned. "There are Adrian, Adem, Richard and everyone else."
Alberto kissed him, pulling him. Stevan feels his despair, felt in the grip of his frantic fingers around your wrist at the point of hurt, and closes her eyes pushed back the sob in his throat in despair that rose to his lips and pushing against the chest of Alberto to silence Instead of hugging and crying as he wants to do. He closes his eyes, thinking how it could be - hot and sunny Florence that welcomes him on his return, his apartment near Fiesole, so familiar as to be home even more of Podgorica, at times, challenging Siniša Adrian beat punishment and laughter that accompany every moment of training, to regain the feeling that very purple shirt and number eight on the shoulders, back, Alberto ahead while playing, to give him more courage than many other words, Girl smiling and joking as kindergartners, Alberto still pressing and carries it with him to the end of training. It's a good feeling, of course: Florence is much more house than it is still Barcelona, although he can say.
But he has made his choice, just under a year ago. He chose to do something about that house, something more

that stay there and score all the goals he could score. He chosen to let someone who could do the same thing but better
, chose to sacrifice himself, basically, to leave a security and take away any doubt. A part of him - the one who cries every night, silently, hoping that Albert called him and tell him that she still loves him, that nothing has changed - tells him to listen, to take his hand and return to Florence, even for a couple of days, but the other party - the one that somehow has grown, which has metabolized the pain by making it part of himself - he shakes his head and pushes harder, from the grasp of Alberto. "I'm sorry, Albert," Stevan argues, in the tone of voice still it can find, and his heart would sink and could say only the truth, if truth were not even more painful to endure any lie. "But even this is enough."
Alberto greenhouse lips, without another word, and let go of her wrist without a word, before you turn your back. Stevan watches him leave, slamming the door behind him, trying to delude him not to hurt more than it feels to think of him only what he did, repeating every word he uttered, slowly, and most go on the more convinced that he had done what is probably the biggest mistake of his life. Stevan do not know why it is off the street looking for him when he saw disappearing around the corner, does not know what stupid hope to put things in place led him into the car and began to search for every street in Barcelona know, to the airport and the train and

everywhere, peering desperately every passerby, every face, every single detail that might be but Albert is not, it is almost dark when it stops, leaning wearily head over heels. A moment later he is already rummaging in his pockets in search of the phone. Fortunately, the called number answers after only two rings free.
"Can I come and sleep with you?" Mutters, his voice mixed with tears who already feel my eyes sting. I do not know why the first impulse was to call Bojan, but that's okay.
Boji is a second in silence, and in that moment of silence Stevan can clearly hear the sound of bed sheets and move some whisper, despite the boy's hand rested on the microphone. Try to smile, realizing what is happening, but what you get is only a face that frightens him first, when the sensed reflected in the glass of the car.
"Sure you can." Is the response arrives, uncertain at first but gradually more and more convinced, Stevan and lets out a sigh of gratitude and begins driving, this time with a half.
Comes after ten minutes, and Bojan if found in the arms before they even open the door completely. Pep out quietly from the bathroom, his shirt still unbuttoned and wrinkled, and briefly shake hands in greeting, before going out the door quietly. He had not realized how the two boys were bound, and perhaps not even if they had noticed them before that night. Boji
respond to greetings before embracing closer Stevan, despite the Montenegrin is taller than him. Appears to be smaller, while clinging to the mesh clean sobs that has just worn only for not going to open the door half-naked, and Boji finds himself gently stroking her hair with air maternal and understanding.
"He came
him, right?" There is no need to say who
because it is perfectly clear, there is only one person who could have this effect so devastating and destructive to Stevan, and the boy nods without the courage to lift the face. Boji holds a sigh, taking up to stroke his hair, trying in every way to calm her sobs. "It went well, right?" Stevan nods again, running his hands over his face to wipe away the tears and try to settle down a bit, 'but only to get even more worse things. His voice, when he began to speak, is hoarse as if he were returning from the worst sore throat his life. "I told him - 'Stevan hesitate for a second, stifling yet another hiccup. He takes a deep breath, blowing the following words in a row, as if saying all along - and as quickly as possible - could not do evil that continue to do, although if it is repeated thousands of times in mind, on the way he has done to the house of Bojan. "I told him it was not important, that
is not important. I was a coward and I hurt for not having to admit that I'm so in love with him to make me short of breath every time I think. " Boji says nothing, when Stevan begins to sob, continues to stroke his hair and forehead and to remain silent, not daring to interfere in her pain, whispering nonsense words just to distract him until the boy falls asleep, his hands clenched into fists that his shirt and shaking his head that does not frown relax even in your sleep, as if he could not even sleep to forget. With a sigh, the rest a light blanket over his shoulders and let it continue to sleep.
" Part

Pediatric Oncologist Salary

29/11/10 _ yep yep hurray! *-*


is with great joy that I announce to be able to put in my room Sky TTwTT) b
* ecchissenefrega? * there-but I speak the same-uu * ^ *
how nice you do not understand the satisfaction of being able to see that shit that I like more in the evening *___* 'time I start a lot of new series and new seasons sbaaaaaav : Q____ shivering from want to see> w \u0026lt;
yes, I'm pretty tele-dependent XD I'd say my room is constantly UU lit as the rest of the computer XD even if he does not I'm using at the time I like to see them lit CWC make me company \u0026lt;3
ok, after that pass for social exclusion that really do not have XD (at least not at these levels u.ù) but yeah *-* this is a great achievement for me and then XD9
:

NHK World ç_____ç percheccazzo I discovered only today?!

became the first channel to my favorites CWC today and there were also the Girl's Generation singing Gee! COC small satisfactions of life * uu *

enough, I love the excessively pay TV * A * but Mediaset Premium 'ste bales u___u

but talk about something else XD Yesterday I went to
Fume with Ramy and Moka UwU
was nice, it's always the same after a while, 'but it was cute XD \u0026lt;3 And thanks to
Moka * she recognizes the people >____>* not like me I met Ritsuko, Yuriko e.. .. uhm Kotoe? (sorry if I'm wrong XD) pucciosissima who was in his kigurumi of CWC Rilakkuma
but they were all beautiful anyway * 3 *
then there was half the fair that gave chase to a giappino sbavosissimo but another story XD us with their course UU) b
poor man XD J-san UCU) 9 "

And I always like something XD
bought less than usual but I must say uu something XD

some nice magazine, wear contact lenses kawaii ssim and finally a fotucchia Aoi x3
I quite limited compared to other times xD
however is that there was nothing that caught my attention this time better u_u XD just so

minna nd 3 rd
I would say that I ended up with what I had to say * all bull among other things XD *

I have seen and know where to buy the suit he wears in the video Minzy Can ' * w * t nobody with no hood pins because if you did do that on purpose \u0026lt;___\u0026lt;
and I do not have the fame nor the money to go Mr Jeremy Scott to ask if they can pack a one for one anyone as I am XD so I acconteterò that capless uu
when the money will allow me of course: ° D

ah, Aoi and blew up a mess with the fans from what I understand of Vocaloid
XD but I support his thoughts U_U
machines will never replace the band in the flesh OAO "I think
o_O obvious

Hampton Rentals For Proms

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. In a nutshell ... Otaku

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 1

with a delay of one week, I'm here to write two lines about the film event of the fall season: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows -Part 1.

I must admit that I went to the cinema full of reserves (despite the mantra let go of the past and give a new chance to dear old Yates ) I did not expect anything good on the Western Front and even on the east. Maybe

thanks to this approach (low expectations), I probably appreciated more than you have this seventh film in the series, I left the room Content (and sad, confused, anxious to see the last episode) thing that happened to me more the Prisoner of Azkaban.

As usual it is useless to dwell on the differences between book and film (which I have not felt so well as my reading of the book goes back nearly three years ago, which to my memory limited amounts to an eternity) because today prefer to focus on emotions / feeling that the film sent me.
I think it is a critical component in judging a good fit, as opposed to equality at work than literal. This time, no comments

cinema because I drink the movie without thinking too much.

Unlike details I remember the feelings when reading (on this part) of the book: anger, fear, sadness, infinite desire for revenge, helplessness in the face of injustice, confusion, constant perception context of deep and painful ...

This film gave me back all (and with interest because imagine is one thing, Dobby SEE dying is another) and also gave me something more, as the moments of fun to the Weasley needed to relax the atmosphere heavy.

To simplify things I decided to make a concise list of things that I literally adored, I go a bit 'random ...

- primarily the scene of the ballet of Harry and Hermine . Someone reminded me that there was ... Oh well ...

Delicate, tender, a symbol of friendship that will never be broken despite the dark times, uncertainty, fear.

- the cutscene that tells the legend of the Deathly Hallows. The quality of the film jumped up in an instant with shadow play that summed up the essential duty to history.

- to the despair of the father of Luna and Luna (every appearance is a party, even when it is captive)

- Neville that I hope will be a worthy part of it deserves in the next film (two seconds of film but I already saw him kill that dirty ... mmm ... ok no spoilers)

- the desolation of Draco, Snape's face, the madness of Bellatrix, the stage presence of vold. ...

- Dobby .... T ^ T the only talk about it makes me sad ...

- And what about the wonderful photograph? The "small" tent surrounded by the "wild" nature, all alone? Although these images were worth the ticket price.

So I could go on for quite a while ', but spill over into a description of what I like in the book ( type the key role of Hermione, without her everything would be finished in five pages XD).

The negative aspects I have not come to mind , surely there were some cuts and those who have never read the books will find some links incomprehensible. (For eg. Dumbledore passing wand-Harry-Draco that will be crucial in the end, I do not have it all caught ..) I was so pleased with the overall result that I automatically deleted my critical attitude leaving only one excited. not just from me, I must be completely senile

... XDDD I think it's all ... I know, I have been waiting for a casino for two lines stunted but I do not have much more to say, perhaps stimulated by a discussion could lead to something else.

So now it's up to you, tell me what you think of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 1.

for now I greet you e. ..



I want the second part: NOW!!

Doujinshi Yaoi South Park

time ...

I do not know why I have not yet advised the vision of this great anime, I must immediately remedy.

KURAGEHIME THE PRINCESS OF JELLYFISH

protagonist is Tsukimi Kurashita , a lover of jellyfish, whose dream is to become a designer professional. Precisely for this reason decided to move to Tokyo, in a building in which only fujoshi - otaku girls - have the chance to live, and where entry is forbidden to men . One day, Tsukimi meets a girl dressed in the latest fashion to save lives ... none other than a jellyfish! Struck by his gesture, our protagonist asks her to move to live with her, but the new roommate will be revealed soon ... very unusual

source Star Comics

To watch streaming Italian subtitles: http://www.jigoku.it/anime-streaming/kuragehime/

was a bit 'that does not excite me so much for an animated series ...
say that GO, GO LOVE! xDDD.

'm regressing to the state NERD / OTAKU ... I do not think is a good thing, however this is anime / manga is hilarious (little word that crosses right ...).

The manga, in Italy, is published by Star Comics.


to read some more information Here: http://www.gurugurushop.com/tag/kuragehime/

To look at this product and read a few chapters for a ride here: http://www.mangafox.com/manga/ kuragehime /

soon!
(I have not forgotten about Harry Potter ... and tomorrow, God willing I will have time to write something ... XD)

Citizens First Wholesale Mortgage

! Fanfic: No matter the distance

Title:
No matter the distance Betareader:




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Fandom: RPF
- AC Fiorentina

Characters:
Alberto Gilardino Stevan Jovetic, OC. Rating: VM16
Warning: Angst, Slash, What if ...?
Disclaimer: This fanfiction
not for profit. You do not want to offend or be prejudicial against real people described. Nothing told in this fanfiction has really happened but it is fictional, so do not pretend to give a truthful picture of events or personalities. Word Count:
5275w. (Fiumidiparole) Notes:
Aaaallora. I have no recollection of how seriously did this story, in all sincerity, because I've written at least a month ago or more, only for one thing or another I never published and I always put off, so here we are. ♥ I could spend a lot of words to justify what I have written this story and also because I have such beautiful things, from two people who have read a preview - a big kiss to my Jo and Def in this regard because without them I would not have written mica, eh. ♥ - but basically I do not want to do it because I think it's already complete in itself, saying all he has to say. I think it's Gilatic feel that my most

them, including all those that I wrote, so I'll leave you say if I'm right or not. ♥
Harbor Vienna Teng. ♥

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"Once a month." Alice said into the receiver, and you feel you had to die because all respects except that she was to call at this time, after all that has happened, after we forced to go from what you wanted to be your home for a long time. Now that you have to leave
him. "Thanks." You can only to whisper, tripping over words and closed his eyes, and let the feeling of relief becomes so great that it can not be contained. She laughs bitterly, before you retort dryly your thanks.
"It's not that I'm doing it for you, Jojo." His voice is sharp, full of bitterness that that statement implies. "But it seems that Albert can not stay without you."

NO MATTER THE DISTANCE
"Everything that I put it in your mouth flavor, every damn time I can not sleep I dream of you . ("Original Sin" - Savannah.) you let go completely, pushing the edge of the pool and spreading her arms to hold on to the surface, the hair , expanding around your face and you do not do anything to prevent that they do, in fact you enjoy the sensation of their softness against the skin like a caress yourself to sleep, and close your eyes, trying to keep up as best you fails. "You should go back to Florence." just smile, or rather to tell the truth is only a shadow of a smile, and the darkness behind your eyelids is so good and perfect is not really the case to clear it only to raise the look and see Thomas sitting on the tub border group, resting his chin on his hands and clear eyes that fix you with un'evidentissima air of disapproval, the blonde arched eyebrows that almost disappear against his tanned skin and the wrinkle that is above your nose when you talk about that topic. Simply, can you imagine with such clarity that open your eyes is almost too much, then you simply shrug and continue to keep their eyes closed to try to concentrate on the sound of the water around you and exclude everything else. "I have a flight in two days." Plan say, knowing it will suffice to repeat the explanation once a month - now your new teammates, between a laugh and the other, they began to call your period, even you were a kid: those difficult days that remain suspended without spending too much time between him and the euphoria of the preparations the flight is always the same, the drawing of tickets and hotel room, all trying not to interfere too much with either your or with its commitments. And as I had imagined - how did you know for sure
- Thomas sighs, and you can see him raise his eyes to heaven and you can laugh at the whole situation that has been repeated so many times in the past year and a half to lose any claim of seriousness. "You know what I mean, stop taking the piss." He says, in fact, the Scottish accent who comes to color entry every time you leave to take a bit more from the conversation, and you laugh and feel his pianissimo need to slap as if you could read it in the hands which certainly are tightening the fabric of the shirt. "And I do not understand why you have come to bury you in this ice, since no one has driven from Florence and it's clear you're only good when you're there." you tighten up their shoulders and his eyes finally get up and swim in some way to the edge, leaning on the arms and tirandoti to be able to look directly in his face - and as I had imagined, the arched eyebrows and lips bent in a grimace and an angry fist against the gray of the chair on which he sits and the other around the fabric of the shirt and you would laugh until you lose your breath, but you seem a crime to laugh now that Alberto can not hear you, then you limit yourself to arch his lips in a claim of irreverent smile that you can not accomplish, not really - and Tom gives you a look as sharp. It is the only one who has never deceived by your lies, since you came and you started to speak in your language strange halfway between Serbian and Italian that his English had nothing to do, and also in that time he has understood you and read the hints that you have not yet had the courage to confess even to him and maybe even to yourself, even from your departure from Florence and spent a year and a half.
"There are things -" he began, and Thomas interrupts you before you can even just finish the sentence; raise their hands and snorting blatantly drawing attention to a few people around you who, after a moment, decided that there is no need to interfere - and you do not blame them, given how you were afraid of what Tom did you get and then find out it was probably the best friend I could meet. "Things I do not know, I know, I know." Snarls, you hug and once again enjoyed the shoulders and think that if you were outside, you probably want to kick yourself for that attitude, while Tom snorting and angry and threatens you again, but in the end, with infinite patience to bear the fact that you continue to leave open speeches and explanations given, and despite All he seems to understand without the need to speak and say things and tell that it is good to remain where they are tightly closed. "I'll never understand this fucking secrecy, even were a state secret." Would you say that does not depend on you, in the end, you would like others to say that I have chosen for you, at the time, and you're just looking for to keep everything together without you life will crumble in your hands, dragging down both you and those around you and above
him, and even if you do not care about yourself, do again a thousand times that you made the choice to protect it, because it has been and still is such an important thing that you do not feel to make even one step without the certainty not to damage it. Would you like to tell and, probably, Tom would understand, even though Glasgow has a wife and a daughter who is beautiful and you want a huge asset to them and are happy that he has some people so special - would understand, but this is not the problem . The problem is that it is something so private that you do not feel even talk to anyone because it would be like to expose a wound that has not yet healed, and in fact continues to inflict Alberto, deeper and deeper each time revise it, every time his hands touch his skin and his fingers redefine the very essence of yourself, something that makes you Stevan
. So to shake the thousandth time the head, the lips that you miss out on a puff vaguely resigned instead of the cascade of words that continues to be held inside. Tom raises his eyes to heaven for the umpteenth time and found only the gray ceiling of the pool, even wanting to believe that there is someone above you certainly can not give him answers, and then simply stand up and pass a couple of times well open hands on his jeans, wearing risistemandoseli at best, a couple of sketches that darken them just around the brim and then you see him smile and know that I have forgiven even that is not said, and the aspects of it and smile already see the next question on the lips press. "Two days, then?" murmurs, softly, and you nod and let you face the lights of joy that so childish and full that only think of Florence and Albert manages to get him, just the thought of returning to what has been and will remain your home at least until there is someone to make it so, and for a moment you are convinced that everything you have been silent, all I can read your half-truths in the face with the clarity of a neon, and Thomas politely averts his eyes all the time you need to regain control over your body and regain the dignity that allows you to also talk about time - an impossible time, seven in the morning, but you do not care, because what you matters is only that you
for later, and everything else loses importance, and you can almost hear the smile on his lips the taste with which you will meet just outside the airport and the way that smile - that is unique to you , your only
- is pressed against your lips when you're in a place secluded enough to allow potervelo. "I'll wait outside." Concludes, quickly, and you nod and then come back grateful to push you into the water and close his eyes again, to the exclusion of everything new, try and focus only on your breathing and low-noise filter of the pool you shine on skin are well, when you stay alone, because you do not like to be with someone if you're not with him
. Do you prefer to be alone at this point, going quietly over the memories that are good for you. Smile while you let yourself embrace the water, bowing his head back while you wave your hair around the face and you smile with more conviction, as you said to Tom, in two days you will be back in Florence. The aspects huddled on the couch, wearing pants the old soft suit Fiorentina and resting your head on a pillow, his eyes almost closed with the weariness of the journey, the hand dangling by touching the soft carpet without actually hear - the head focused on anything, since you're already counting the steps Alberto separating that room, you can imagine Alice and children waving, kissing his wife on the cheek and hugging the kids, you can see him in the car and drive to Florence, for roads that are able to draw almost by heart, and you can feel his footsteps in the hallway as if you were beside him, so that when you feel you are already a slight knock on his feet to open. The six him even before he has entered, his hands seeking the warmth of her skin and face to rub against her soft coat, searching for it as if it were a breath of fresh air, as if it were the most important thing in the world, one that allows you to breathe and live - and this is a bit 'so, because when you're away from him the impression that you spend time holding their breath, as if you could breathe again only because there are his hands that will caress the side of his face and his laugh lightly on the lips. "Stevan. 'Calls you, and your name on his lips sounds like the greatest thing in the damn world, and you let out a slight sigh as you lean toward him and tie his arms around his neck before you kiss, you everything seems to explode, because it is something that you're never ready to face even after all this time that despite all been together through thick and thin, because Albert is something that you are not able to take the action because it is physically too, is a feeling you can not hold and do not want to include, because it makes you so well that there is no reason to contain it when it is so complete as to make you feel better each time. "Alberto." You call it, this time, and you seem to be able to continue to do all his life, if so needed to give you that smile that now he pursed his lips and that is only for you, you know, the smile that you do not even hesitate a moment to put into play everything once and then another and then countless more, until it came the time when you both have too much, perhaps too full of courage or too stupid to think a moment of more the consequences - even if you do not know who was in need consequences, when Alberto and let shake shake was so beautiful to look perfect. Floor sink your fingers in his hair, rubbing her nose against his cheek and breathing on his plane ride and you smell while he runs her fingers through her hair, slowly dissolving curl after curl. Search Again your lips in a kiss slowly, as if to extend as long as possible the sensation of being discovered that, you know, is the same as you pump up the heart and make you leave and come back again a child, as The first time you see him, one afternoon in Florence it was raining and he was a darker mood of the sky above you, while you were just full of curiosity about the new town and new people around. He was part of the new, new as it was the hand that you have stretched a bit 'colder than might be expected, introducing only as " Gilardino, last name, without adding another, and expecting you to leave him in peace, alone with his grief more or less true, did you smile while you think - God, how do you feel stupid just to think about it - and you've overthrown him in a long speech in Serbian, asked more and explaining how you felt good in that new place, and how the world around you seem more beautiful. Perfectly still remember the shocked expression, clearly convinced as I was to be stumbled into the craziest of crazy that team, and the explanation you gave Vlada dragged away before you could make trouble worse. On second thought, certainly did not expect things to arrive at this point, after that presentation definitely unusual, but you're not going to complain. "How was your flight?" I asked, dropping on the sofa with a look awfully tired, muttering something about his training and Siniša
eccentric
before silent and staring, inviting you to join him with his eyes. You do not you let him ask for a second time and the next slide in silence, finding a perfect fit against his side, her head resting on his sweater and his hands immediately seek contact with your body, slipping in a light caress on your side until you find your, hands, and shake gently, as if to say

hey, I'm here - as if you could forget a detail of such importance.
"Well." Against the breaths, trying to find a moment of you who have been so perfect, and can not find because you seem to find it, find the feeling that only he can give you, is ever more perfect previous time, as if it were possible to quantify perfection. You can be lulled by the normality of those gestures, her fingers touching the skin hot side under your shirt while he talks to you plan what goes on in his head, he complains of Siniša workout, tells you the first picture of Stephen, a scribble with the purple crayon is proudly hung on the board of cork in his kitchen, makes you laugh, speaking to the guys and you miss it, but mitigated by the presence of Alberto beside you. Do you mind not to be there every day, not being able to share the little things like you used to do, but right now you can not feel a real sense of loss, and you feel like a 'bad person for this. "How are you?" He asks in a whisper, and even if you thought about what to say to all duration of the flight and afterwards, when you were only waiting for him, now you can only think of how much you need him, how much you need of his lips and his breath on your skin, her smile a bit 'wrong and words whispers when you are lonely and want you to remember one by one, to repeat potertele when he is not there and hide behind those words the sense of loss that otherwise would become too much and risk of suffocation, when you're in England alone and your bed - your life - is so empty You may of course they seem to lose. Albert feels it and grabs a bit 'stronger, bending down to put your lips on your hands clasped together and then lifting them, leaving no go your own and sat at his heart. "Well." I replied, teasing, even if you had almost forgotten to have made him one question, and do not have time to be angry with him - as if he were able, in fact - because Alberto plane ride, and folds just to kiss you, and you completely lose the urge to get angry because there are only his lips and the warmth of his hand on your chest, over your heart. You have the impression that I can feel the frantic beat, but if so, there Alberto carefully and with his face close to yours, without leave. You breathe on him quietly, waiting for you to stretch both to him and try and again his lips, half-closed eyes and head lolling against his shoulder as he kisses you with the same calm, savoring every nuance of the kiss, as to want to remember forever. Laugh floor, as he hugs you and only contact between you all you need to feel a warm and has nothing to do with the temperature around because it is under your skin, straight from the heart and surrounds you and envelops you , because these moments are one and only one, for reasons that have nothing to do with sex alone - in fact, has little to do with that feeling and nothing.

lifts his shirt just enough to caress the tips of his fingers, hot skin, finding all the measures and feelings that seemed to have lost in that single month of the distance, the way in which slips imperceptibly to you, the way you raise your chin, holding it between thumb and index finger, only to be able to kiss again to make it clear that you are not the only one who has had enough of this distance, which would revert to being just like you were at the time of Florence, when both had only to look over his shoulder to find each other, with the certainty that would have been there for everything from marital strife to a common flu. Maybe that's what you miss the most, of your relationship, how they were always together, without asking for anything that he could not give to another; this strange alchemy that comes back every time you find yourself and that makes it more beautiful and more full, and so much to scare you, almost.
pressed his nose to his stomach and breathe slowly, almost casually kissing hot and taut skin of his stomach, slowly, his fingers through his hair that you do not shake or move away, just stay there to intrigue the strands of hair but simply to be heard, to be
. The hum you hear when you try to subtly and pull down a bit 'further down, a moment before it lifts you up to it again and shoots you a kiss on the nose is a bit' offended and a little 'fun while you laugh at new - you seem have not done anything, you seem to just laugh when you're with him lately, and you do not know if you like it or scare you terribly, as do - and a hum " not changed at all" that is lost in yet kiss. slides on his back laughing and shooting with you, until you find yourself buried in the cushions and Albert is above you with the most beautiful smile in the world, almost cheeky smile that is only yours and that you raise to cover with yours, and kiss him and kiss him again - and both are naked and when you've stripped you do not remember, I only remember his warm hands to the sides of your face while you still attracted to him to kiss. Tie the legs around his waist, by rubbing your hips and letting out a groan, very small, and while he sighs that sigh you hear on the skin, it glides like a caress on your cheek as his hands will shake the wrists, while desperately looking for a foothold your movements become more frenzied and also you feel short of breath for a moment, while tightening his grip around her hips with all the strength you have left and come against him, murmuring his name - and you seem to have forgotten how to breathe, at least not until Albert sighed for thy name, and let themselves go against your body. rests her head on your shoulder, continuing to breathe without saying anything while waiting he had recovered his breath sufficiently to be able to kiss for the umpteenth time and then another, letting slip his fingers through your hair to get you closer to him. Do not say "I love you

", as you prepare to sleep quietly, so as indeed would not let you say, but there is no need to specify something that is implicit in each of the looks that you exchange. No need to say, when the way he hugs and draw him to your chest, as if it were the most comfortable pillows, is the biggest statement you can make him, not needed, when the way he leans his head against you and closes his eyes is the best statement you can receive.
Shakes arms around her shoulders and looked at him sleeping, gently breathing as quietly as possible not to wake him, watching in slight shadow while resting in your arms, her head resting against your chest and his lips curled in a vague smile, and think it's beautiful. Think of the nights spent together to look at sleep, so much to not even be able to list them without losing the account, so that you have learned so much to be near that small movements do not disturb more of both, the period in which was simpler, when there was no need to take airplanes and inventing things with friends to steal those moments to pass along to save them from your lives that, while separate, do not want to learn to divide without tear pieces of the heart, respectively, at the time when Alice got and you've also got - you've realized that there was no room for you in Florence, and not Alberto have forced the choice that Alice had ordered, quiet but not longer be ignored.
slip out of the blankets as gently as possible, without waking Alberto moving a bit 'but then buries his face in the pillow with a faint moan, and you smile while you stick touched his shirt and the button up on you, gently opening the doors and moving a step or two in the small terrace of the hotel room you have booked for two nights. Puffs up a cloud of condensation in the fresh air of Florence in February - an incredibly hot in February, as you remember, plan smile, realizing that you probably any Italian winter seem warm after the cold Englishman who does not go away even when ' summer, and that the climate a bit 'naughty you lack of Tuscany, with its sudden showers and the hot muggy summer and winter and the snow fell a bit' in earnest and a bit 'to pretend, sometimes carried by the wind and sometimes true.

Would you like to come back. Would you go as you wanted a few things in your life, and probably have never wanted anything with such intensity, because that is your home. It is in Florence that you think, when you comes to mind the word "home " means the city center and the Lungarno chaotic, so full of people to make you almost impossible to escape without having to stop every few steps to sign autographs and take pictures, but so beautiful and alive

by fill your heart with joy and nostalgia whenever you happen to go over with the thought that your home will sell is immensely sad, in the quietest you were able to find real estate in your shipments with Vlada, even the locker rooms and stadium The Citadel you've never really seen you look more like full house of your apartment English, and think that they probably have people around. You had a way to Florence to love you and make you feel part of yourself that you think you can not find anywhere else, despite so much safer to travel in the course of your life, lose their appetite to do with it, and it seems that even those trips from Liverpool to Florence once a month start already to be too much, simply because you would have wanted to stay there, do not move anymore until Albert had gone too, or maybe even later.
"I do not think it gets cold?" Alberto's voice reaches you behind and you just smile, shrug: you were convinced not to have woken up, but what you do not mind, not really, not while he makes you slip her arms around her shoulders and pulls you soon against his body, against your pants and his shirt that he wore the first to follow out, alarmed and awakened by the lack of someone close, your breath had ceased to heat the skin when you were raised.
"No." I say, simply, without wasting words and explanations that do not serve that neither wants, because what matters is only that you are together, right now, and that you stay close together and as long as possible, ignoring the ticking clock in the pocket of your pants trying to tell both that every second that passes is one second closer to the time when you return the plane and they both head back to living two separate lives and separate, at least for another month. Alberto rests his chin on your shoulder, lightly, and you touched my cheek with his lips only for a moment before following the direction you point your eyes and find the dome of the Duomo, and smile with you the same stupid thing of day when he and Richard will have accompanied for the first time to visit good for the square, the Duomo and the Baptistery, the way he looked up to your insistence to climb the bell tower and the laughter with which you Riccardo he accompanied on his place, while Albert remained standing with their arms crossed waiting for his chest and the annoyed expression on the lips of the world. "I used to think -" beginning and then stop when Alberto nods, as if it were able to read your mind the thought that has crossed it and bring it to fruition without your having to give it voice. Smile vaguely reassured, and let go of his head back just enough to find his shoulder and, after a moment, his lips touching yours and your heart keeps stopping at the most wrong, making you jump in surprise when He grabs a sob louder and hides in your hair.
'Alice asked me to say goodbye. "He sighed in a whisper, and you t'irrigidisci and you let out a sigh that seems completely empty, and we put a little' to find something to respond to the point that probably Alberto must have decided that you did not intend to do so and returned to the city looking over your shoulder. You take a breath, fiddling with a lock of her hair and twisted with your own lock, letting the colors mix together while he raised his head.
"Say hello, too." He murmured, and felt Alberto blow amused, as he shook his head slightly, so that you can just move, rather than see it. You laugh softly, watching the clouds of your breath that disappear after a second escape from your lips, and seek the hand of Alberto with a sigh, hugging and kissing in your back of his hand, holding it against your lips for all time when you feel the need to do so, where you feel the need to say a thousand things without finding words, and let's be a gesture to talk to you, to tell all your nostalgia and all the love you feel inside inflate even thinking about him but you can not -

that you can not - to put into words, either, although it is true that neither you nor he feel the need. Albert smiled, touching his cheek with his lips again and sticking his nose in your hair, clinging still closer to him to heat up and reply to those words mute -
I love you too, I miss you too, yes, I know, I know you feel short of breath when you're there. It is the same for me, is the same. "Soon there will be two years." Finds, simply, and Alberto nods slowly, without adding words that could ruin the moment. Close your eyes and breathe the mist of that morning in Florence, grateful to be quite cool on the skin to soothe you into hell, hell that is good and evil and then good and that only he can lead only to close existing you and share with you those moments that are only yours and that no one, no one , neither a wife nor a son, nor anyone else can ever take from those moments because you're

, no half measures and no limit. Alberto rests on the lips warm skin behind the ear and you sigh-up so full of his presence at the side and inside

you to the point that you seem to be able to burst. Do not think of anything else while he is around you chest with his arms and then they rose up against him, bringing both inside, the warmth of the comfortable white duvet, not think about anything because Albert is something so complete that also loses a little something to think about 'his way, when you're with him. Only, you are well, and I will repeat, even while you rake him again, pulling off his shirt, and laughing while kissing every inch of your skin that makes the open.
're good. Do you ever alone with him, always. you push the edge and leave you embrace the water, close eyes for a moment and still images to be in Florence, images that move the fingers of your hair is Alberto, not water, and when he opened his eyes you almost expect to see her face on the side of your field of vision . Instead, there are only the gray ceiling of the pool and Tom sat on the usual chair, browse a gossip magazine and mumbles something. Between you smile and close her eyes again, grateful that even this has changed. Sub , start counting the minutes that separate you from returning to Florence.