The two...

'per favore...signorina...'
Isabella thought
she heard almost inaudible a voice...
a male one...
familiar...

so the crowd of Gay Odin
she just scanned...
it was evening...
a holiday one...
families...kids...
women with loud airs
all had transformed the shop
into a great center of
fun...
but the voice...
gentle...
inaudible...
familiar...
had hurt hidden...

so she scanned...
and found right behind
her...
Francesco...
uncombed...
sleepy...
there he did stand...

'Buonasera...'
She said...
'what happened?'
She asked curious
seeing the man
in biege trousers
and a dark blue jacket
looking not so fair...

'nothing...
thought of you...
and
so
came running just...'
He answered...
self absorbed...

'good...
want to have a gelato?'
Isabella asked...
thinking he needed that thing
as the evening drew
soft breeze into the streets
and the city was beginning to get lighted
into different colors...

'want to have a walk...
with you...'
Francesco said...

'Villa Communale?
will it be good?'
Isabella asked...
looking at his eyes...
tired...
sleepy...

'Bene...'
Francesco said...

and the two started the walk...
from the crowd...
towards the park...
by the sea...
so blue...
they walked
the two...