Lisa Masoni - My Soul Cries

On a Sunday morning, the two guys met. It was a hot day and they decided to shelter themselves in the park, where they were covered by the trees and were embraced by the light wind and the song of the birds.

At that almost enchanted place Emily, looking at the hour, offered Simone to eat at home. Simone became ice, even the strong heat could not dissolve him but in his insecurity he still had the strength to accept the invitation. She tried to call her mother to tell her she would not have lunch at home.

"Daddy, can Simone stay with us?" Meanwhile Emily alerted her father.

"Okay, but do you eat that fish?" Benito asked.

Simone hated fish since childhood since he had swallowed a plug. Since then he had been afraid of the fish in general and completely stopped eating it.

"Mmmm, no ..." Emily said, knowing Simone's tastes.

"But what fucking boy is he does not eat the fish? All right, we think about it! "the girl's father giggled. And there the call ended.

They arrived at Emily's house and Simone could not help but admire the vast lands and the smell of the countryside that reminded him of his home. And then how did you do not love that beautiful puppy who was Alì! The two became so great friends right away, they did not stop for a minute.

When he finished playing with Alì, the boy came into the house and he was struck by the great cleansing and the gentle order that was reigning, and by that scanty smell of fish coming from the kitchen.

Benito was in front of the PC to play, after spending a long morning in the fields, and greeted the boys.

"Hello chest, today fish can be left without food!" Benito joked.

"Well, you see that I'm not, so I do not get fat," Simone said, not to remain in complete silence, as every time he did not know what to say laughs.

His wife reassured the boy, revealing to him that she had cooked the excellent meat from animals reared in their stables.

Emily encouraged the young man to tell him that his father was just joking and Benito smoked his twentieth cigarette, a smile that made him run away.

In the afternoon Emily, Simone and Eleonora decided to go out together and make a leap into the centre. Before leaving the boy he apologized for not having eaten the fish with them and thanked for the welcome.

The day was about to end, and after that good morning and an afternoon in company, he did not really feel what life was giving him.

The carousel revolves, rotates, and no one intends to stop it. One day, however, he decided to do so inexplicably.

The days went by and without even knowing it went even the year, arrived in 2011 and started counting down to celebrate a year of engagement.

But before, Simone had to think of Gonzalo, January 31 was his birthday and, like every year, he was celebrating at his home.

The invitation also came to Emily and, as every birthday, Gonzalo received from Simone the usual 10 Euros in a greeting card. Simone never knew how to make gifts and, to have no doubts or problems, she gave the money so they could do what they wanted.

In his heart he could not wait for his friend's party to arrive, too, because his mother prepared, in addition to the churros, even the shorts. Simone was leaving at least with her full stomach, always eating at least twenty pants and churros at will. Eventually the stomach raised white flag, not even the Malox would have made an impact.

Emily, on the other hand, tasted those delicacies with pleasure, without coming to the comatose state of the boy.

The party was always cheerful thanks to the "Latin" effect of Gonzalo's kinship but, on a timely basis, it would have been well accepted by a translator to understand what they were saying. The party had almost come to an end and besides eating and talking to everyone else, nothing was done. At some point it was better to go home.

That night Emily was just saying how excited she was to celebrate their first year together in less than a month. It was also a joy for Simone, who had never been to such a long time with a girl that his stories lasted for a couple of months.

Inside, Simone was thinking of what to do and how to hit his girlfriend straight into the heart, because this time Emily had to stay open.

The idea came on February 1 after a rather hard school day. Back home, Simone saw his grandfather father working the wood and suddenly he lit a light bulb in his brain: that afternoon he went on to the story as to how Simone had a brilliant idea and at the same time very useful to improve his builder ability.

He had decided that every day until February 26 night he would write a letter describing everything he was preparing in those days with his feelings, just as scientists do when they record their own voice to document a discovery. Simone did it on paper and really did. He was sweating on the ground day and night, and after school he was in a hurry to go to work.

Time ran almost over him, he put his breath on his neck, but stumbled right into the end giving victory to Simone.

On the 26th night Simone concluded the writing made by him in the wood saying "1 year I love you". He had taken care of every detail, painted it and polished it in an impeccable manner, without splinters.

The letter, however, ended up writing it just when the clock marked the 00:00: it was then the 27th day, the most important day of their life.

On Sunday, February 27, 2011, Simone was excited. The sun was shining and the sky was so blue that you could mirror it.

After stole a dry wine from the house and took the letter and his writing, the boy left for Emily Marchionne.

The two met outside the girl's house. Emily kissed Simone until she was exhausted and she continued to do so, especially when the young man showed her his work and the letter. Emily was upset, this time she was receiving the benefit of the good gesture and Simone embraced her.

The day had been well-structured and Simone had foreseen first to reach their bench. Then they would move to the sea where they would be able to enter an establishment.

Everything went in the right direction, and once on the beach, they saw a cliff nearby. It was there that they toasted, with the prose stolen by Simone, between one photo and the other. It seemed to be in a scene of such romantic films: two young loving boys celebrating their anniversary, a catchy and slow musical background, the sun burning on the gentle and endless streams of stones and effusions.

It came in the cold afternoon and it was better to go back. They decided to go back to Emily and the girl was no longer in the skin: she still had a gift for Simone. Simone closed her eyes and there it opened when Emily told him to reopen them. A plush with a central heart appeared in front of his eyes and the word "LOVE FOREVER".

Simone, who did not know how to hide the feelings, remained so happy but in the meantime even a little disappointed by the simple fact that he wanted something more exciting, something that was just as much of the effort he had made in arranging that wonderful anniversary.

After this small negative note of the afternoon of Simone's anniversary and character, the day continued and came in the evening with a great dinner out.

They went to the restaurant where Elena worked and when they got there the atmosphere was wonderful. There was a soft light and a very romantic climate waiting for them. Obviously Emily was really breathless, she did not think that Simone could get so much.

The food was great and the two did nothing but talk about how they planned their future together. Love seemed to triumph that night even though on one side there was the fearsome and timid boy of the earth and on the other a young girl full of prospects and a desire to love to envy the angels.

Elena, maybe that night, was the only one not to be happy seeing that dinner had been deducted from her salary. But what would not a parent do to see a happy son?