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The Other Light

No, I can't really assure if he was somebody's friend...

And yet we'd seen him talking to everyone in here... Saw him laughing to exhaustion; and also lent a hand when a Goddamned blind man needed to cross the street...

In fact, given those light details, the sensation -at least at first hand-, we could feel about these ordinary stuffs was indifference. Besides, why were not we going to mock at him? And it would have been the same stupid thing if he'd been an outstanding man...

Once told to Alberio that he treated every single folk as decorously equal as any creature on earth...

-Of course, I piss off sometimes!...- almost shouted smiling with that sort of gesture which often intends to demonstrate how deeply a man is aware of his failures.

For the rest, it is obvious he's a quite constituted citizen.

He lives on his own. No wife, no children... Nor a dirty girl to get some consolation after such a lonesome life...

A guy who seemed to enjoy of being aware of the littlest incoherence attempting against his bachelorhood than being caught by the fairy sex charms.

Once in a while we witnessed him grining at some lady. But only it was a charmless grimace. Behind that smile there was none intention. At the same time it was hard to accept that the most desireable and elegant gals treated him with what was meant to be an over exceeding colleagues kindness...

Yes, he drove us nutts when he didn't take an advantage of this situation...

Bloody hell, how you could say no if a lusty girl around invites you at her flat for having a dinner!

And he was not a homo, either... We'd got several situation for proving it.

And right after a brand new disappontment around that weird personality took us for surprise, many of us wondered why we should got into such a quiet life...

What the hell did we care who that guy slept with?

But, and as you may know, the human needing of attacking the contrasts which surround us use to be stronger than any sense of measure...

That smiling, kind and charming colleague could not be better than our precious average...

Ultimately, you should know, there's no one different within the mankind... Only searching for a simple weakness and we'd got him being like us...

I cannot exactly say that we were obsessed by him; but in a wordless deal we were sure that the Alberio's birthday celebration was gonna to be the most fitting occasion.

Following our intention, Alberio -a quite easy man and work-mate to be persuaded- participated him and naturally, he accepted quite gracefully,

Alberio, -in spite of his uncontrollable dumbness- was a real colleague of us: applying a histrionic performance, our mate had invited him with certain disdainful tone.

He had been the last one in being invited...

Days started to last longer. The odours of flowers and blossoms made of the air something worthy to be breathed with delightful hopes; and our female colleagues seemed to look at us with what we intend to consider as complicity looks.

For the rest, many of us were looking forward such a celebration undergoing a sort of hormoneal paroxysm...

Several dishes and delicacies were prepared by Alberio's Momma. His father, whose polite invitations to have a seat were ignored by the attendants, was in charge of all beverages; an elder sister took care of everything else.

Alberio was radiantly dressed with a dark brown suit made of an overseas fabric, and his simplicity was always to flowering out along with every gesture he performed.

According to everyone's opinion, house was not large enough in order to host all that speaking crowd.

At nine and a half the door's bell rang and many of us knew who was waiting out there. And as if he'd been an active participant of our intentions, Alberio's Dad rushed to open him up the door. Even he made quietful and aware.

Someone had already put a glass by his side and another one, as a perfect host, offered him to taste the exquisite and delicious dishes were set at the table.

Before that, with an impressive ceremony, he gave to Alberio a present which had been wrapped up in a flowery and crepitant cellophane paper.

Alberio, bewildered for such a kindul formality, doubted with that elegant box in his sweaty hands, and seemed to plead for some help. When he finally consider that the right procedure to be followed at such a polite gesture was open it up, we could see a magnificent watch which shone at the shimmering lights reflex...

All of us made an allusive comment about the present, flattering its exclusive elegance.

Minutes later one of the ladies assured that such a watch was a sort of eclipse which took adantage of the other presents received by Alberio that night...

In fact most of the presentes were fancy things whose values did not get a couple of pounds. Even there was someone who took flowers to poor Alberio... Anyway, we were not there for congratulations and best wishes... We didn't give a bloody penny to Alberio's birthday!

Only mattered one single thing: the fall down of a man...

I think we started the strike for his sexual cravings.

We told Marcia -an easy going and hottie colleague- that her charms needed to be exposed at their highest eloquence.

She performed her best.

Yet one of our mates -drunken enough-, fell into the charms of that sexy web. Marcia and the dude'd gone before midnight.

We had a hope when we peeped the Ozzie's right hand with a fancy careless movement resting over the bony knee of our "victim". But there was not response...

Three quarters of a hour later, Stroller, The Mace, with an enthusiasm which intended covering up the evident resignation of us, emphasized a story that improved the failure.

By that hour of night resulted very hard to keep holding on that peaceful face.

None twisted nor perverted comment seemed to perturb that bloody magnanimity and complete understanding of the whole circumstance... And yes, one gets plain tired when a cheek is offered on and on to be slapped...

And then came up the silence...

There was only silence.

So much silence...

Unbearable silence, afterwards.

A hallucinated clearness, improper of the alcoholic nullity we were sunken in, took over our senses.

We were capable of detecting the lightest details of what was going on around us; and mostly we realized we were aware of a harmony which suddenly came up no one knew how.

Every element at our nearness had taken an importance which -I swear for God- wouldn't have demanded more than an infinitesimal particle of our breathing to be forgotten by us under ordinary circumstances...

Then we could notice how really important was for Alberio to feel himself as our friend and it was for us that he and his whole family had made that celebration... We were the celebrated ones!

We fully realized the huge struggle he performed. From our first sight of him 'till we found out his sister washing up the dishes, quiet and steady in the kitchen... What else, the sweetness of his mother, the kindness of the father... The magnificent brown suit which truly fitted more than fine on his body, and which had taken more than a half of his savings...

Each square centimeter of the house was overseen by our eyes with an incredible eagerness. But they weren't meant for searching imperfections...

Almost one by one found out the lightest colorus the walls were painted with...

And our looks got lost and met each other once and again; and when that happened, our eyes insistently agreed in staring at those ones whose shimmering reflexion invited us to a relaxation almost symbotic.

No one distrusted.

Voices and any sound performed by a human element disappeared and resounded again in what looked like a heaven euphony...

And when He spoke in a clear tone, one of girls whispered:

-Only the outraged angels might speak like that...

Stroller, The Mace,was only able of stammering incoherencies. His lips moved as if he were saying an endless litany, which only gets an echo at the most absurd corner of insanity...

Little Rosie threw up all what she'd eaten, but she assured it wasn't because of the alcoholic compounds. She murmmured something like "spit out the inner's demons"...

From somewhere of the room an unknown voice sounded mild, but loud enough to be listened by all the crowd.

Insistently repeated:

-This is only the beginning... The very awakening...

The statement got lost in an unintelligible whisper, though our ears seemed to be caught by that sound.

Then we could specified each inflexion of the voice. And every tonality of its sound implied an immeasurable importance. A sort of vital concern which gathered us in links of an unbreakable chain... A chain of joy and chantings...

Many of us had broken in several merry tunes:

-"For his a jolly good fellow... For his a jolly good fellow..."

And then we burst into laughings. We were cheered by the innocence of childhood.

None male looked for voluptuousness in the female's curvatures any longer; and none feminine element seemed to seek protection in the muscle's masculine fortress.

Also the turns for speaking were respected by everyone else. Each one of us pronounced a short-tiny speech from deep the heart, and every folk believed in it...

And as if she'd have meant for that instant, Rosie stressed, eloquently histrionic, the importance of her sayings with the brightness of her tears...

We exchanged looks with Stroller, The Mace, and we both tried to hide our sobs away...

Thrilled by the touching feelings, we felt the pedestrian notion of uderstanding about everything...

Then He stood up and chanted in a mellifluous sound:

-Et chacun part librement... senza sapere nulla sul sogni della vita ed anche degli uomini..." And when we become in Auri Sacri Fames we just ruin everything we touch; our acts and deeds are only worth to confuse and distrust; our tongues are only motioned by empty vanities and our thoughts are aimed for getting vulgar the purest cores of existence...

"Yes, we do deeply believe we rule Nature thru scientific neurons, however the most repulsive, unarmed and muddy slug wouldn't obey a simple command came from us... even our steady and mere presence outrages the most elemental harmony... We spread out so many poisonous odours for all over the universe that the stinkiest creature on earth wouldn't allow us to be part of its disgusting reality nor even having the lightest desire of being an ordinary particle of its putrid fragance...

"Neardenthal's Sons, be aware of your roots! Be aware of your prophets words which foretold an eternal insignificance!...- and someone into the multitude threw up and also many more. There was a light which turned off and a disappointment sigh.

Rosie was fainted, and Stroller, The Mace, seemed back form an awful wandering trip.

The hosts, determined to make all those events won't last more than a half an hour, replied to every inquire with the sharpest courtesy they were able to.

Alberio, down on his knees, worshiped something that we never knew..., there were colleagues doing it so.

Through corner of the eye could have a glimpse of certain concupiscence scenes... They were boasted by that old same voice...

Yes, as aged and known as the dusty pictures hanging in the office walls we work in... Those four walls where Marcia offered some tea, as every single morning, and Rosie prepared it diligently...

Unexpectedly Stroller, The Mace, didn't accepted it the next morning... Neither did I.

Our negatives -which we intended to mean wordless and obvious realities- were a sort of requirement of explanations...

From we got in the office we only received practical jokes which we laughed about at first. But when Alberio dared to make a comment around our appearance, the ground under our feet trembled.

There was something did not work out... Even Alberio's voice -when he spoke to us- sounded different: solid, persuasive... secure...

Alberio!

Before we could have the intention of replying to such an unexpected behaviour, the both of us were fulfiling the assignment ordered by him. Then we also found ourselves obeying Rosie's commands; and later Marcia denied to be part of our next privates honky-tonks' celebration...

As for Ozzie, a very real ally of us, had found the love of his life.

And He..., unbearable He, when we passed in front of him, assured that we were good men. But before we could laugh disdainfully, we were almost persuaded of it, and we just prepared some tea for him, too.


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