At first glance it seemed already a woman. She wore her hair the best in the neck: color brown ramato.La mouth fresh as a daisy in May and eyes crystal prevented anyone from coming into contact with anything that can not affect its appearance.
"tonight you deserve the final number" had told her. 10 years who were working on at the circus, always waiting for that sentence. Finally the day arrived. Yet there was something wrong. He did not know exactly what it was, but it was as if he had no desire for that life.
The final number was the one who claimed to be a circus came to the end of his carrira, he learned everything there was to learn. Natalie
That evening he sat, as always, in the mirror. Taken powder, false eyelashes, lipstick (bright red, of course), dark pencil and placed it gently all over his face.
was ready.
"Ladies and gentleman for the last number of the evening we present the stunts on fabrics of our pearl, our May rose: Natalie!"
broke the thunderous applause of the audience and then: silence.
was at the top. looked at all from above. white light lit up her face. He left the music.
She gave up her body, totally supports him: graceful wrapping it between the fabric soft and indulged.
The music sped up his pace, and his beats were synchronized with those of his heart.
Il respiro si faceva sempre più corto e lei si sentiva invadere da tutte le emozioni possibili.
La musica cessò, le luci si spensero.
Natalie si voltò. Tutti gli artisti scesero nell'arena. Lei tornò nel camerino.
"Lascio qui, su questo foglio, il trucco, il sudore e la gioia che tutta questa esperienza mi ha regalato. L'attesa è valsa più del sogno"
Rosa May.
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