I walked side by side with him in silence. A stronger breeze caught me off guard, making me shiver. He responded by holding me tighter. In my hurry to leave the party, I didn’t find worrisome the combination sand plus high heels… half an hour later, though, it gained a significant importance. My teeth were chattering no matter how strongly I tried to keep my mouth tightly shut. Things only got worse as I stepped into an unexpected, little stream that flowed lazily, snaking across the sand to the sea.
“Why do I always find you in situations such as these?” Edward said lifting me into his arms, carrying me bridal style.
“Hey!” I protested.
“How you managed to survive until the age of twenty five is always going to be a mystery to me. I believe you were very fortunate to make my acquaintance,” he dared to tease.
“I didn’t find myself in this kind of situation before I met you!” I huffed a little annoyed, but not only with him, since I found his warmth comforting.
“And I find that hard to believe…” he pressed.
NON SON DEGNO DI TE
(I'm not worthy of you) - My Italian is a little rusty but roughly that's what it means.
Gianni Morandi (Italy)
"Non son degno di te, non ti merito più,
ma al mondo no, non esiste nessuno
che non ha sbagliato una volta!
E va bene così me ne vado da te,
ma quando la sera tu resterai sola
ricorda qualcuno che amava te.
Sui monti di pietra può nascere un fiore...
in me questa sera è nato l'amore per te!
E va bene così me ne vado da te,
ma al mondo no, non esiste nessuno
che non ha sbagliato una volta, amor!
Sui monti …
Non son degno di te, non ti merito più,
ma quando la sera tu resterai sola
ricorda qualcuno che amava te.
Amore, amor! Amore, amor!"
My mom used to listen to this all the time... I listened to it by accident the other day and it gave me the inspiration I needed to write this chapter.
Take care,
Vera.
