The Angel, the Pirate, The Soldier - chapter IIThe Angel, The Pirate, The Soldier - chapter II Chapter 2 Eunice was running while laughing, satisfied with the result of the whole action: she couldn’t believe she had baffled both Jack Bate and the soldiers.“That was quite a lucky shot!” I said.She was still laughing and running, rejoicing over her brave move but something stopped her happy going. It was actually a physical obstacle: she bumped against somebody and fell on the ground.“Ouch!” She let go of the sword.The obstacle was a very tall and sturdy man. He tried to look hard into the darkness but the only thing he could see was the blade laying on
The Angel, The Pirate, The Soldier - chapter IChapter I“Everybody’s asleep… except Jack Bate…” Said the girl. “But it doesn’t matter… his crew is so drunk we could take the sword away from him without waking them up.”“Are you sure?” I asked. Eunice was standing outside the tavern, snooping inside from a window. She was hiding in the dark waiting for the right occasion to step closer. The moon was soon covered by the clouds, which would have helped her action, the tavern was almost quiet, with pirates fallen asleep on the floor, under the table or holding a barrel of rum. She was intentely staring at the old man pla
THE SEVEN WONDERSTHE SEVEN WONDERSOn top of Mount Pirchiriano, sitting like a big bird on his nest, there’s the most interesting Sacra I’ve ever seen in my whole life.It’s an ancient monastery, devoted to Saint Michael, which looks down to the Val di Susa, nearby Turin.From the top of Mount Pirchiriano one can see the borders of the world. The horizon line is arched, dark blue, and brown. Now I know that Earth is round, like a ball, because I see it with my very eyes! After 235 steps and an hour and a half of wait to get on the sanctuary’s terrace… my first thought is: Oh, man! If Columbus climbed up here… right now t
Life as it comes and goesWhen you come to me don't give me flower,flowers will die on us and we need happy things.Don't give me rings, they can be lost andwe don't want to miss a thing.Don't give me promises, they break easilyand are quickly forgotten.Give me nothing you can't afford to leavebehind when you leave.And when you leave don't take the sun away,because I could not stand to sigh in rainy days.Don't take off storming out,leaving me nothing but anger.Come with a smile in my life and goaway taking with you everything but yourhonesty.My heart is not a cheap motel.If you decide to stay you have to care for itand if you leave...