Open your eyes Justin did a loud yawn, stretched 'legs and arms, then they wonder' to be still on the seat of his truck. He had not slept much, indeed, perhaps, had not slept at all. He had just closed his eyes for a moment. Open 'the door and stepped out of the truck. Before his eyes revealing 'a scene that seemed tragic. Under the right front wheel of the truck There were pieces of wood decorated with a strange, and nearby, leaning against a wall Fabiano his face in his hands. "Hey, - she said, almost shouting with excitement - you hurt?" Fabiano go away 'hands from her face, looking at him' numb with air, then with a trembling voice stammer ': "... I eehmm? Ehhm ... it sounds bad ... no ... I do not know really ... Ehmmm and you? Are you hurt? " this sentence just whispered, his voice trembling and staring into space made him startled. It was a fortune, almost a miracle to stay alive after the impact. The cart had just entered the freeway and he simply had not seen him. The front wheel had hit the tailgate which had come off and the noise, even in sleep, he woke up the reflections of Justin who had suffered brake is applied.
For this reason he was watching, looking for a reason to justify what had happened.
Fabiano was an irrepressible dreamer. He had painted the sides of that cart. At one time his father had been in Sicily and had raccontanto ancient art of painting the carts. Cosi 'Fabiano had begun by painting each piece of wood which he found on his hands and one day, precisely with the first pay a worker, had bought so much wood to make us a cart. He had decorated using colors that are in the clouds when the sky suddenly from the darkness begins to be clear and the aurora painted pink tufts of clouds drifting in the air. He had learned to use oil paints or dilute with turpentine. The shores of this little wagon was pinkish and orange, with some even hint of lilac and green. The clouds were reflected in blue. It was good to his cart, and had spent months to smooth the wood 'cause he did not wrinkle. Fabiano was happy that afternoon, 'cause it was finally climbed on the cart and was walking with his best friend. But because 'he had decided to cross the road?
The dull sound of wood dragged continued, meanwhile, filled the air. Justin face 'look and saw, far away now, the remains of Carreto the horse, maddened by fear, was dragging on the road. Touch 'Fabiano's arm that she woke up' his anguished stupor and began to scream at the top of his voice: "... MALOOOOOMBRAAAA FERMATIIIII.
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