Multiplying Ratio: Part 10. The peaceful atmosphere of Nebida, Sardinia

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On the eleventh day
My coffee was ready I could enjoy that wonderful morning.
The descent was very steep, and then did not know these streets, so my tremors were not only due to the cold that slid down the steep gave me.
I did not believe in the ability of my half, so from time to time I had to slow down the race, it was nice when you could cut the curves against traffic, because at times you could see who spit.
When I reached the shore, the landscape is not usually filed with the splendor of these places, the country must have been a collection terminal of mining excavations, to sea we could see a seaside dock.
The country, however, offered some good candy, which soothed my spirit disappointed.
I stood there for a few hours to make the company to the inhabitants.
That dirt road I could see from below was impractical riding on my bike, I reached the agreement, I pushed her and my luggage for those short hairpin.
The fatigue of the journey, however, I Amen consoled by the discovery of a place of extreme beauty, "Cala domestica.
A small road that went in the sand led to a huge rise splendor.
I dived in that cold sea, how to wash my sins.
But not everything was a sin.
Sometimes after a pleasure, it happens that we should punish, almost as if that is not deserved. Then you can see the punishment of preparatory acts, little carelessness, negligence, forms of omnipotence.
The words often bring with them a misunderstanding, or maybe the name is a desire, and when it becomes written on the maps, you can catch the mistake.
Acquaresi was fatal to me, I kept wandering over those dirt roads and dusty in the hope of reaching a mirage.
Those places were now abandoned for a long time. The weather was stopped at that day as the clock of the Bologna train station.
The suburb I thought to do to meet water supply was a pile of debris left in the sun and shacks. Miners who had lived there probably never saw that place by day, could not taste the flavor of that sun.
Today tell me that I survived the streets provide some 'of their water, which for me despite the thirst was too great.
I did not make many promises thanked them softly, as if to apologize for not having organized the expedition.
The desire to get out of that dream, it lets me know that although I had to continue walking down my street.
I reached the sea, in front of me a topos, "Sugar Loaf", but this time the words did not find the signifier, rested for several hours in the cool of the trees.
Sometimes we are amazed by the De-ja-vu, we can always enter into the sphere of feelings, feelings that emerge, and depict discounted returns, evoking scenes as already experienced.
But sometimes the captain's pre-de-ja-vu "that bring with them a degree of enthusiasm, as if we recognize and congratulate us for not having lost that feeling that gradually disappear, because he always projected to fill us with those objects useless, pseudo souvenirs, or surrogate of desire.
He asked for information at a hotel on the road that I had left to do, I answered a familiar voice in a body that disclaim.
The fountain fills my water supplies, mindful of the mishap had been. I felt called by that same voice, I recognized his face in disbelief, was Paul.
I made my pampered all evening, I feel wanderer home of strangers, I told them that the price that I had to pay was a bath in a tub. I later discovered that the voice had predicted that the meeting was a cousin.
But I had no time to stand still with them, the morning after I left, that was the last stop.