He was there , half-steps and, seen from afar, his figure was only a white spot between the steps.
approached, they started to better distinguish the forms and that figure in half steps ceased to be a spot to become a break between the white steps, a pause between life before and after stone.
He stood there, almost with indifference.
A half flight of steps with a step the right leg bent under him and the left foot one step down. Her arms in her lap.
But these details were not immediately noticed. Because there was only one thing that fascinated passers-by. One thing attracted their gaze at risk of tripping them up on steps, if they were climbing the stairs, or to have bumped into a pole if they were passing in the street below the staircase.
His left ankle. There was
some magical combination between the position of the foot, the length of the pants and the baseness of shoes, which highlighted his ankle.
and say "out" is an understatement.
The Rising ankle, rose, rose, tondeggiava mistress of attention, almost scandalous.
Scandalous yet natural.
Like the naked breast of a nursing mother. With the exception of the feature.
Yes, because a bare breast nursing is justified, and although all eyes are attracted to it, no one could judge scandalous.
For the ankle was different. Even passers-shocked could not express their opinion because contemptuous has never seen a shocking ankle and all would laugh behind if they had outraged aloud.
Meanwhile, the ankle attracted attention. Naked and perfect.
And the looks they were ashamed of their set but did not stop.
And no one could, went out a bit ', to remember who was behind that wonderful ankle, indeed no one could think of concrete thinking, there were only feelings bodies and even to the ankle but for its charm.
Many wondered-but what is it that made me this? - When they resumed self-awareness.
Rare were those who remembered his ankle, but they could not even give a sex to the body in the ankle was a member.
This was because the passers-by nature, and none of them contravvenne pass this law of physics not even that morning, even to the ankle.
I, however, I stopped.
will be because they are a weak and I can not abandon what fascinates me,
will be because I'm a dirty old man pervert and voyeur,
will be because I've never been through a fundamentalist
for what will be, done is that I stopped.
I sat in a place that gave me a good view and looked. and let me win and carry. and certainly I would stay there like a idiot, if what happened did not happen.
The ankle was covered.
Gently, almost eagerly, one hand down to cover the ankle.
was then that I looked up and saw who it was my ankle, I saw him on the face look as if he has not noticed the commotion that resulted.
He was there, and I got up in the middle staircase.
When I was away, and I turned for the last time, stain the white of the steps had disappeared.
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