A man needs five things: a woman, a tent, his hands, a keen eye and something to fight for
So read an old proverb, that his father had repeated since he could remember.
And his father knew what was going on, knew everything, or would not have done the Vitsa Krisnitori * **, although he had not yet reached the fifty years of age.
Barone remembered every word he uttered, before the send between gaggia *** to experience. Barone
But sometimes doubted the wisdom of his father, despite that simple thought still to be considered blasphemous.
The gaggia who had to follow, despite the cries of his mother and his sisters, was a strange guy. Even more peculiar than the others Gaggia.
not had a woman, although she was kind to many, had no tent, but he preferred brick houses and hotels full of fillers and junk gold to him, Baron, breathtaking, and hands he had, and also beautiful but you could see he did not have to use them a lot in his life, seemed so white and delicate, and had sharp eyes, green as the wet rain forest, but often, looking at them, it seemed to contemplate mirrors jade dark, where you could only see his own reflection indistinct.
As for something to fight for ... despite his apparent nonchalance, and although he could give the impression to be as lazy and careless of acacia, Baron had come to know enough to know that nothing he did was random, no words spoken at random, as was the rule of people like him.
Baron did not know what he was fighting for, but of course every day was a battle for Briar Krane, the acacia that his father had given him.
The boy sighed, pausing at the door of the bedroom. Katiza As always, his sister, had placed on the doorposts and handle white flowers and blue star-shaped. Even
Baron knew where they could find at each stop, even in the unfortunate rain-soaked island where they had established recently. Had requested it, had to have it pinched even speak, but she smiled as only he knew Katiza smile, and had not responded as only she could not answer.
were things to women, and these were to remain, but Baron knew that protected the gentleman acacia flowers, and that was enough,
Without further delay, threw open the bedroom door and entered, taking care not to make noise. Indeed, it was time to wake up, that pelandrone an acacia!
When the shutters of the two great windows were opened to let in the light of a sun unsuspecting English, and the heavy curtains of the bed canopy deviating, the figure who slept wrapped between the sheets let out a long, deep groan.
Baron shook his head.
He was thirteen years old, was almost a man, and had yet to do that by the mercy of a wayward gaggia, the night was the wee hours, and in the morning ....
sniffled and starts to shake it the pillows trying to get it in the most noisy and annoying as possible.
After a long silence that he doubted that the boy just before hearing the groan that was not a death rattle is not intended to be followed up, a head of tousled hair emerged from the white sheets, like a mermaid from the sea foam.
"What have I done so bad to offend your family and you deserve punishment, Ran Baron?" Briar Krane said, his voice hoarse, his eyes still closed, as she rose up in bed, shivering in the cool of the morning.
Barone estimated with the blame shirtless, hairless and white, wondering, not without concern if it were that easy for a man not to have hair on their chest.
"The gentleman gaggia should only be grateful to have the children of Zumber Ran as friends, not as enemies," replied the boy with impudence, throwing his head in a gown of green cloth damascatao. He knew that the acacia was not to be underestimated. He
saw what he was capable of doing, and without losing the smile.
But the hospitality was sacred, both for him and for his people, and even more so was the word.
And he had sworn to take care of Baron and Katiza Ran. And the Baron had sworn avrebeb returned the favor.
"Now get up, Briar Krane, and let me see what we came to do on this spit of land" challenged him, unleashing a cheeky smile, white face brown so as to be blinding.
* Krisnitori: at the gypsies, the presiding judge or moderator to Kris, the court of the tribe
** Vitsa: all more nuclei famigliari (Kumpanie)
***gaggiò: o gagè, i non zingari.
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