The garage is still dark. The small window at the bottom of the central atrium will not allow the low light from the screen to enter the buildings in this quiet space.
Over my head, well in apartments for Sunday has not yet exploded in all its monotony, the heads of families are plunged into the arms of Morpheus piuttusto noisy that overcomes even the weak resistance of the nasal Cerottini. The feeling of comfort and warmth of the blankets fade gently lifting the garage door while the two slots above the nose and curved metal forms are perceived.
The sound breaks the silence of the city still sleepy, I feel the turns and get familiar with magic tune into the rhythm while I close the zipper of the jacket with a fluid motion without hesitation. Closing the garage door and it seems to me that everything is still standing. Who have not noticed me, like I do not notice them. Kicked in the gear lever and let them sleep.
Turn right and go on muttering under torque via Rosmini, the sun behind me casts a shadow of the past on the asphalt. There are no cars on the street and this city so different from my posts I feel one step closer, as if I was coming to meet bare and clean. Then change the path, I want to extend the feeling of ownership that gives me this dawn.
The engine runs smooth now. Some
window opens and the first car to steal my wheels meters of asphalt.
I start toward the exit and take back the path, as so often, leaving behind the crossroads, looking only to the design liquid that my path painted on the road. As oil slips on steel ...
Gianni
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