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Wind

A woman I knew was married to a man she adored.
She loved him desperately, was his love, so loved.
was indeed very well together, when I saw them I thought
"as well together."

lived near me in a small apartment, in my own city, the apartment was small but really delicious, when I went to see them thinking, "But guarda che appartamento delizioso”.
Organizzavano spesso cene con gli amici, si stava bene con loro.

Il marito della donna però era sempre un po' irrequieto, non amava più vivere in città, non amava più il suo lavoro, la macchina, le troppe persone attorno, così decise che dovevano trasferirsi in montagna. Lui amava la montagna, faceva spesso lunghe camminate sui sentieri che portavano a dei rifugi sempre più in alto.
In una delle sue camminate aveva trovato una piccola baita molto, molto in alto.
Così parlò a lungo con la donna che conoscevo, parlarono per tanti giorni, a pranzo, a cena, prima di dormire, la donna non era per niente convinta di questa scelta estrema, però he saw his beloved suffer, he saw more and more consumed by the city, from work, too many people, so he was convinced that maybe there in the hut would have been happier, she would have used, would take the animals.

So moved.
In that place so high there was always the wind in the morning, afternoon, evening, at night, always the wind. The woman liked the wind, her hair flying, then the voice was taken away somewhere far away.
Days went by, a little 'the woman was happy because she saw her beloved man be born again, looking back, but he noticed that day after day forget the little things. For example one day he forgot
to feed the animals, but thought that it was not very serious.
came out and the wind tousled his hair and she laughed.
One morning he woke up for about half an hour and did not remember his name, was very much frightened, but then he remembered.
One Tuesday he forgot why and when she married her beloved man.
What name had its animals?

Who was my mother?
I go a bit 'in the wind, the wind that laugh!
What's my name?
not remember ...
What is ...
The wind though ... What stuff!

Here, then forgot everything, absolutely everything, the wind came and took away God knows where all her memories, some of them brought up here in the city, others do not know where.

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