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Original - I go where the wind calls me 3 / 10

Title: I went where the wind calls me
Chapter: 3 / 10
Rating: for all
Genre: romantic and melancholy
Disclaimer: David and Martin were created by me and So mine. ^ ^
Notes: written for the community seven notes.
Song: "Thoughts and words" by Lucio Battisti and
Words: 353

1. The bomber-Fabrizio De Andrè 4:21

2. Thoughts and words - Lucio Battisti 3:53

3. Miserere - Zucchero 4:14

4. The war is over - Baustelle 4:00

5. Smells Like Teen Spirits - Nirvana 4:57

6. Serenade of the road - Modena City Ramblers 3:34

7. Wild World - Cat Stevens 3:20

8. A love suicide - Yutaka Minobe 3:52

9. The Noose - A Perfect Circle 4:52

10. Tallulah - Sonata Arctica 5:23

Progress: 3 / 10

GO WHERE THE WIND CALL ME

David looks at the sea . He looks a bit 'wild with untrimmed beard and long blond dreadlocks stopped by a red bandana. Do not you still have capacity left so Martina, point blank. In truth is not exactly what happened: it was often up in the middle of the night to go for long walks on the beach, weighed down by thoughts so as not to appear fuzzy even clear to him. When he came home and saw Martina ranicchiata sleep on your side, appearing even more minute, he felt deep in her heart, as well as deeply guilty.

That's why here and now, on the beach with a guitar on his back and a canvas bag at his side. In the end he realized it was time to put an end to that relationship, not because it was no longer in love, indeed, but because ... there was something called the . The key was in those walks senseless nell'attrattiva carried by the winds, the long chats with street musicians. As a child, was pushed out of his mountain village every summer and eighteen had left him forever: that was why he was there. But now the need to escape had taken him back and how much he loved Martina could not ask her to leave his job, his family, his friends to a need for escape and freedom are not well identified.
She pulls up the sleeves of a large white shirt, ethnic. She sighs, giving a last look at the house where he lived the last three years. As have longed for this moment, it is hard to say goodbye to everything in an instant. Grab the bag and walk towards the pier: Martina sure to pass them. With a large indelible black writing on the stone pier, where they exchanged a kiss on the first phrase of a song by Baptists " Before me there's another life, ours is over already. D. "sure he'll understand that he was writing it, and maybe understand the regret that emerges from that already : was a partner with the balls for him. Really miss him.