The acetabolo

'Doctor... the leg, that badly! Doctor, me fà badly... doctor!'.
'But that badly and badly, that heck, but if the leg doesn't have him anymore!'.
'But, as doctor...' and he waked himself completely sweaty with the hallucinated look.
By now it had been in the hospital for thirty days, and he had always had every night of the appalling nightmares. He waked up, as in this case, in the heart of the night and find it hard to fall asleep again, perhaps for fear to be attacked again by dark fears.
'Hi, it was now that came to find me.' The girl had appeared on the threshold of the room, and she had been silent; and now with a reassuring smile she was approached to the bedside. He was really happy to see again her: 'I have you very thought, and I have very dreamed this moment. From how much we don't see us? Here in the hospital I have so much need of company.'
'I have also thought you' she responded cordial. It was still approached to him and him sat on the bed in the space left clear of from the unmade body of the sick, whose human semblances apart the face and the arms, were assured only by the presence of the chalk, that therefore more than to static functions it absolved a function contening for the gelatinous substances in which had transformed the muscles.
His aspect in effects made contrast with that of the girl that was very hard instead and fresh, for how much the infernal heat of the July of Novara allowed it. You allowed to fall the head to the back accompanied by the fluffy mass of soft chestnut hair and him for such movement he was invested by an intoxicating perfume, a little strange, of exotic essences. For an instant she changed the expression of the face and almost said the impression to suffocate. Opened the red lips, the hand bringing each other from the long fingers tapered to contact of the thin neck. The hand slipped her in low, and with it it made the verse to detach from the wet skin of sweat the fabric contourning the generous neckline of the blouse. This had not fitted tightly certainly, rather it resulted lifted by the body from the attractive curves of the breast, free from the oppression and of the discretion of any intimate article of clothing.
It started to talk him to tone heat and depth: 'Suddenly in my bed, last night tormented from the heat and from the loneliness of July, and completely moist in all the... body of sweat, has felt necessity... the desire to see you, of....' It smiled him once more and rather than to finish the sentence removed slowly with both the hands the strata of the skirt and she left her to slip to caress the inside of the smooth thighs and well you turn... as he imagined each other. Instead of sudden it extracted an enormous mason mallet with which struck with skill the chalk to the height of the groin...
'Aaaah...', but it was still a nightmare, and this time sù was thrown for the pillow, for how much the enormous chalk allowed him him, to be well sure of to be awake. The nightmares indeed they were introduced a back the other without he could do nothing, if not to avoid him of to sleep actually to that ri-overcame didn't come from the numbness.
It was looked around for seeing if for case in the delirium he had not waked the roommates. It started seeing a figure in white white uniform concealed by the faint light behind the door.
'Comes before piece of idiot' it said with contempt toward the nurse,' ...come on, comes here and the frying pan brings me. This evening I have eaten plums and I have satisfied doubly: I don't shit by four days although you eat as a pig, and besides I feel in diarrhea.'
'I beg her, not me dread so even if they are a black poor man.'
'Shut up, sack of shit.' It unloaded the weakest so above the resentment toward a scanty category, that unloaded in turn on him the lack of suitable social recognitions, and that it promoted without reservedness strikes and occupation of the operating rooms to the bitter end.
'Position it well, scum bag of an african that the last time is not other you have had to change me the sheet, and I have already told you that... Numb nut! Go away now!'.
It was relaxed. At this point he could start, and with the skill acquired during the hospitalization it loosened the sphincter. In effects the operation is not so simple being horizontal and remaining inactivates the whole day. It inhaled with perverse voluptuousness the emanations that went out from under the sheet. 'It's all health', thought, hee wanted to say that the stomach and the appetite were in order. But the odor however it became more and more sharp, and it felt necessity to breathe fresh air and damned to have sent away the nurse that would have been able to open his window. But not only the odor worsened, but it felt that the shiting didn't finish, stimulus was incessant, and violent contractions they seemed to lacerate his bowels up to the stomach and over, sù up to the esophagus. The trachea was felt to flood, surges of dung now went out him from the mouth and from the nostril. For the disgust retchings also came him, and he remained for a perplexed instant asking each other from where it would be been able to go out. Desperate it tried of to call help, but the voice had suffocated in the throat invaded by the extraneous substance. It tried of to cry, but rather than tears the cheeks strips of a brown liquid ploughed him. In that while the black was entering, with the face marked the usual extreme sadness that they have the blacks but the color of the skin hand to hand it turned pale, rather he was cleared to the same rhythm with which he was covered of his excretions... This relationship between the two events they let him think: 'A black's pice of shit....'
'Stoooooop!'. This time howled really. His neighbors of bed were waked himself: What it happens!, and with the interrogative look they were turned to him.
'Problems? But doesn't he succeed really to sleep? But doesn't he succeed really to let sleep us? They are about ten nights that it torments there. It's time that receives a lesson.'
He had spoken that after all to the small comrade. It was an old man of one hundred eighty years, at least, and he was sheltered by a hundred, and the long hospitalization had wasted the character of it, already very bad because of the motive for which there was found. He had gotten you in fact a fracture to the acetabolo of the right buttock in 1910 during a war that he was not even remembered, and because of the breakup age it was hard for him reconnecting.
The buttock pressing each other not to solicit the injured articulation passed from the bed to the chair to small wheels, and brandishing a clothes hanger that in origin it had to make couple with that of Eenrico Toti, it was approached to him. 'Doesn't want to sleep eh! Now....' He didn't succeed of to finish the sentence because the other shot him in face the content of the glass on the bedside table and following the same glass, 'you Go to sleep dotard!'. The old man fell to earth with the denture shelled in throat, and there it finished his hospitalization, suffocated by the fragments...

But it was another nightmare, or perhaps a pleasant dream, in fact not having the old one every year imagined in dream, was unmanageable also equally, and he was now snoring annoyingly.
Meanwhile the first lights of a new day gone assembling behind the window. A new day... perhaps better. Picked up the parrot from the chair set next to the bed because it was him more accessible, and it tried of to dispatch his low functions. 'But how disgusting, but if they pissed in mouth to you, that would say!' the plastic container croaked to which sprouted suddenly pens and legs...
'You excuse....' It was felt embarrassed for the surprise. But he immediately got back: 'But fà your work of urinal, scrimshanker.' But now to the parrot it had also sprouted the wings, and he had succeeded in wriggling out. Street now flew through the door upsetting the liquid that had in 'belly' in head to the old snorer.
'Nurse! Another parrot.'
The nurse was to his bedside, she had arrived during his drowsiness, and she had now sat close to him, and she wiped away him fondly with a handkerchief the front. It was a lightening, him the nurse saw her very beautiful, even if from his horizontal position on the bed he had never been able to have its general image. It was brown, with the picked hair in a saucy tail. This underlined her youth subsequently age, in effects he had succeeded in knowing that it was a student nurse of the Professional institute that had center in the hospital. The rest of the body had contained in the white apron that granted of to appreciate the thin waist, the light sides and the elegant movements only chastely.
For the first time it was abandoned softly to a thought, without the fear that could be transformed in some dirty nightmare... apart the frustrations that derived of it. Eh, him. Such kind presences around him, were source of harmful psychological traumas to his equilibrium. The first time that was conducted in stretcher from the usual nurse to make the plates, abandoned for the first time the passage of the hospital in state of lucidity, it had opportunity in that journey to formulate the theories on the relationship between patients and nurse. Realized to look for the dialogue with the companion, or more probably a smile that meant share to his suffering. It was their youth presence to upset him, young because students of the course for nurse professional, young people because prettyzed from the uniform of the school. For such condition, they were always smiling, and apparently available, unlike the most elderly nurses... and the nurses' primerily!.
For what concerned our protagonist it was entirely a new thing. In fact it frequented to the epoch Engineering to Turin, masculine faculty notoriously (at least to that epoch), in which therefore the small female population was of other race, not only in comparison to that hospital, but straight in comparison to anywhere what he can meet commonly. They were of it of two types but both produced by the same cause: the males that are found in a poor environment of preys, the threshold of the least interest is lowered him from to try for reacting with a look, a compliment, an attitude of appreciation; it becomes less finicky. To this point the female can increase ipertrophicly the own consideration of oneself, or to feel oppressed to such by to change in paranoiac schizophrenic. In the first case it will increase his safety, and this is deduced observing thr showing off of dizzy miniskirt and layings from Lady Godiva on the benches of the institute; in the second case instead it will be revolved for the corridors hedgetop the walls and with the look on the points of her own shoes. Both the attitudes will frustrate the greatest part of the masculine population that will look for therefore to adapt (with scarce success) to a condition autosufficent towards that female.
More than once him had remained to contemplate in the library local beauties, but he had ever dared a I approach direct, because a public failure the face in front would have cost him to all the other presents, immaligned for the scarce sexual activity. It didn't exist in fact, date the strong competition, not even solidarity between the horned, each for oneself and all against everybody. It owed to limit to look that exemplary some tiresome feminine universe to the attendance of the students engineer to us. Reaches the desperation he had concluded that the female of the polytechnic, for environmental deformation, it is necessary to attach her to the outside of it, and he remained therefore always waiting to a propitious occasion that never verified each other.
The hospital female, instead, apart that portion of the category that allows each other to condition from her own condition of government (and therefore made ugly from the frustration and from the boredom) it embodies for the patient most genuine femininity, any is the age. Primerily his nurse, smiled now, as always, available.
'I don't make it more. Every night is a hell, by now I have true terror since the to delineate some darkness. You remain with me this evening, I beg you, I have to feel watches over me... I beg of it... I implore you!'.
'I will ask the foreman... it doesn't depend on me.'
'You, begs of it!' and the taking the hand tightening him her to the breast everything agitated.
'You are calm, I will do the possible one; I promise it to you.'
The day passed as all the others, perhaps more in hurry, reassured by the promise of the nurse. And the night came. It watched the television until it was able, then it began anxious wait. They had spent five minutes of an eternity delay from the agreed upon time, that a phone call arrived. It shivered, gathered by the fear that same something to happen. It lifted the receiver in full nervousness. It was indeed the nurse: 'I cannot come, the foreman has prevented him. I wanted to come, I know how much you cared. I beg you... it tries of to understand me.' You understood that she was crying. 'It would already have to have arrived whom has been selected for replacing me...' A smothered cry and the communication interrupted fù was felt. In that while a big woman was appearing with belly, moustaches and big bottom that verse of him was directed.
'Manuela doesn't come, the foreman has thought that for you was had to reserve a most professional treatment, therefore she has sent me': the breath was stinking. It had with oneself the magazine 'True Chronicle' and a pair of books of the series in fully grown economic of 'Harmony' already used by all the women employed to the cleaning of the bathrooms,' ...I hope that is the same for her....'
'Ehm... certainly... that is no it is not the same....'
'Shit of you!' and her sits next to him: it had I set an odor of anxious fried shop,' ...if needs anything, you don't even think an instant that allows them of to break the my balls', nobody would ever have been able to doubt that it had them seriously,' ...I'm not at all a tender heart as 'Manu', has there the balls, me.' Without consulting anybody, the television been turned on and it twisted the tuning mailed of the channels to the search of TeleGomorraSodomita. It was looked for the whole night the television pole of stock to I thicken him of videocassetts for pedophyls uttering the most curious grunts, or perhaps they were belches, or to judge from the fart odor. It sometimes gave heavy handfuls to the chalk to recall the attention of her favorite on the scenes key of the test-tubes.
Perhaps for this that night didn't have nightmares...
And instead the girl was there still, close to him with the candid hand gently between his hair: 'Still another nightmare?'.
He was started crying as a sprinkled kitten: the other hand was still tightening to her. 'Loving Trottolino, but what do you have?'. In him to hear those words, he noticed a resemblance between the nurse and the singer Mietta of which it was not been oddly still aware.
'You will come to my concert?'.
'To all you will want me, but now leave love, fuck-off.'
'Fuck-you! Look at my eyes: you are to sack of sheet. Go in my bathroom end close you into it, end please, don't watch you in the mirror: you Khan break it.'
'Your mother, your father end your sister. Italian I give it better, and the Pollander too.'
'Pollander? How I give you know how Pollander I give it? You are same to bitch. You walk all night long in the rear of Saint Andrew.'
'To bitch, this is what you think about me! You was nothing before meet me: The mets you in the rear of Dome with your 'little friends'....'
'Let my friends know long our discussion, bad chicken!'
'To the chents sopport iu for no enitaim. Feis ov stiupid, coglion!'.
'Bbottaaaanaaaaa....'
'Feeetuuuuso!'. And went beating the door letting fall the heavy lamp of the head of the bed on the old one next to the door,: ite was heard the noise that makes a cockroach under a shoe only. 'Adriana, Adriana...' but she was not stopped, neither it turned. He had the swollen eyes, as if it was on a ring at the end of a boxing match.
An immense litter-bearer entered, with a tattooed red star on twice the two-headed: 'Thing done you to Adrianka, you break in two!'. The taking for the plastering to the height of the knee and it tried of to lift him, but the chalk was unthread by the leg and it remained in hand. The moment of the counterattack had come: 'You see this cigar? Do I thrust it to you so up for the ass that if you will try of to turn on you will burn yourself to it the hair of the nose' (But the cigar where it was? What pits still a dream?).
But perhaps the moment has come to speak more diffusedly like of our friend:
he called George, child of Stella and Piergiuseppe. His father honest merchant had addressed him to the diplomatic career. Undertaken therefore the studies of the Rhetoric and the Dialectical one that it followed actually with passion to that, subsequently to a spiritual crisis decided not to abandon them. After a long pilgrimage for all the principal European courts, a particular meeting, fundamental considering to follow the turn that taken his life.
In the you press of Gottingen a pilgrim he met, whose noble aspect allowed to intend a wealthiest past and the deep culture of which it was in possession it was amazing.
They traveled together for different months, and George was fed the mind of the intelligence of his exceptional companion of trip. A ninth month of cohabitation, during a night afficted from an awful storm that destroyed the village of poor people that entertained them, reached the Revelation and definite that it was the moment to return.
Jumping to our days, can be spoken particularly of a night. To the return of a long trip for the fulfillment of a tall humanitarian mission it was found again to face a sad wandering rider. His mighty armor allowed to intend that it possessed an immense physicist. I meet him it was hard, George to the grafting forces it made up for with his turned on intelligence, and it protected every hit succeeding however to mark too weak stabs because the adversary could accuse her. And these it understood it, definite therefore that his Barbarian honor was in danger and definite of to play the everything and for everything throwing each other to low head I set to George, that fù in this overpowered way.
He was picked up from wandering of passage, that cause of their ignorance it's hard to extract him from what had been a radiant armor and it was twisted can in a discharge now. He was suited to the castle where a benevolent Mr. it was dealt with his recovery, making him his daughter available that been taken care of him and him of her. But an envious malignant witch of the beautiful princess abducted the youth, she let him drink the water of the river Lete, and he let him shelter in a government hospital.
This is the sad history of sir Astare.
Mantrino Ciorcio?.
I am me.
'I'm his new doctor, the other they have sheltered him in the insane asylum.' A separate gentleman had spoken to white white uniform, impeccable as his person that allowed to suppose origins certainly aristocrats. It had the grey hair and thin face; altogether the figure was thin and slender. The put in a ditch cheeks and the long face let him resemble to Vincent Price vaguely. 'I also suspected that doctor, indeed I had thought that he missed complete mental integrity. That way of his to slip it...'
Fù brusquely interrupted by the doctor with a gesture from the I seize of manager of orchestra.
'His to seem there is superfluous entirely. Rather I communicate them that tonight will be operated by my Polish equipè.'
'But because tonight.'
'You are medical? No, therefore you allow to do to us... but with her I want to establish a good relationship, therefore I will tell her that we will operate him tonight because I pick up my Royal semblances of vampire of the Transilvania, and my collaborators not possessing a degree equalized with that Italian is my turn of to let work them of hidden. Does this create them some problems?'. It told him without hurry, for formality, of the answer he didn't care anything.
'No certainly. Rather I have always dreamed of to know a vampire... 'know' certainly not in biblical sense.'
'A lot of good, but... I am sorry that doesn't intend 'know me' are better so much away from house, and I feel so much solo....' These touching words let the nurses that surrounded him cry, and together with the tears they uttered some curious phonemes, certainly not in Italian. George concluded that they had to make part all of the personal equipè of the teacher, but done curious they were of the showy bandagings to the neck that brought every...
Touched also to those words, and it was shown more available: 'We can always agree....'
'Now enough I have to finish the turn' and went doing a curious toward with the arms as if he wanted to detach the flight.
To evening they came to pick him up with a stretcher hauled by four black rabbits with a kite to cassette; the Fairy Turchina greeted George sadly with the handkerchief.
'Mr. George, owes to excuse to us but to the frontier they have not left each other to pass the equipment, and then we will use what we have retrieved around. But you are not worried why the thing is not me new, in the sense that has already happened me' the teacher reassured him as soon as they brought him to the operating room. 'We have made the turn of the shop, of the closets of the brooms, of the garbage of the other clinics... and we now have good material and in more cheap, only a bit dirty....'
'You don't worry that for me it's always well.'
'You are me nice, and to reassure I will introduce you my collaborators.' It was dealt with an ex butcher, an ex tailor, an ex mechanic turner, an ex knife sharpener and a put on circus clown and suit (in fact that of the anesthetist was for him a second job, and it was not able to change of suit in the change of role).
'The anesthetic is ended, therefore you don't look from this part' the teacher said,' ..o if he thinks about not succeeding we give her to us a blow in head.'
'No, no it's good, so we can speak together and we make knowledge, there is always so little time in passage....'
'I like you, it is never complained!'.
During the operation birth so a deep friendship. The teacher was a delicious person and the very nice clown. He knew so that the vampire was forced to work because he wanted to earn some money to open in his earth a Emoteca to the fashion, a type of that cannot be found place in Romania. 'It holds it open' churches the teacher. 'Certain I open her to him well, but won't disgust do me? It's all damp here! But what does he want to put us inside?'. A violent slap let him boom the big leg. 'But because it treats me so, I offered my friendship to her, I attended him with particular attention, and she is so that it reciprocates me!'. The nice nurse had been the whole time there, and for the whole time the hand had held him, watching over on his sleep, and it was very disturbed now and all red in face. He didn't succeed in holding back her in how much it didn't realize enough in hurry thing was happening. In that state confusional a billow of urine arrived him from the tall one, it looked up and he saw the parrot that had run away him hardly first. 'Bastard, after what I have suited you.'
'You don't want to let sleep me, eh?'. The dotard had darted a hard hit hardly to two hands with the wood clothes hanger. It struck him in the middle of the eyes and it let him fall from the bed to the feet of the chair to small wheel. It also appeared the black that however it was white as a German in spring: 'Aspects that I throw you.' 'Black Go away...' but these words brought him in the most complete marasmus, understanding the illogicality of his new state intuitively of it of white.
'Here that I have returned, you are happy? If there were not... tender friends as me... Considering that so much you have liked the other, I have a new gift from to give you as that of first, rather better.' It trafficked with the boots in red plastics from prostitute up to let appear the handle of an enormous club from jobs forced model 'Caienna' that was entangled in the subcutaneous miniskirt tearing it... then shot a deadly hit to the solar plesso of George.
It was wakened up again in his hospital bed. Was a nurse replacing the bottle of the postoperative flebo, 'and then as we feel?'.
It was awake now but he didn't answer, he wanted first to understand that race of dream could be this time. 'Your mother has gone to talk to the teacher, and now the anesthetist will come to give a glance to you' and she went out.
A doctor appeared, feel him well the front and the wrist Everything! and it also went. His/her mother arrived.
'George! How goes?'.