Corsa: originario della Corsica
“It ‘s over,” cried the girl taking his helmet from the back seat. Stephen yelled in his face all his hatred. Out of the car and slam the door was one. Elisa ran away while he scoured, left to other places leaving the “failed” as he had appealed several times during the heated argument, would follow his foolish dreams of gloria.Lei instead reached the Colosseum reddened by the sunset and sat on a low wall mingling in the crowd of tourists and flash.
“Oh good you do you photo with Er Centuria ? Spic inglisc?? Spanisccc? “Exclaimed the burly dude, disguised as ancient Roman centurion raising his fist armed with a sword and trying to earn the last ten euro of the day and the sympathy of the girl.
“No thanks,” replied the girl with a smile, trying to hide the tears and the sadness and pointing a little the dialect of Rome. The centurion with streaks knew then that she was a local.
“Oh beautiful girl don think, now , mò mò, come the New Moon and you’ll see that everything changes and becomes very very better mejo! Ave Ciumachella  or Centuria salutat you, “said the guy consoling the girl could not help but smile through her tears at the imperial salute the man who had just returned. She took from his bag an exercise book full of post-it notes and placed in bulk and looking around, he began to write.
Rome is stretched in the sun light on a Thursday in early November. There was a bustle outside the DAMS incredible. Students old and new, off course and students. Despite the lessons would begin the following Monday, there were those who wrote the times, people seeking textbooks, classrooms for those seeking admission test and those who simply could not wait to see old friends to start a new year full of dreams, study pages and old loves. Cigarette smoke and protest banners around that old porch of years old, walked Elisa looked up on bulletin boards. Eyes very swollen from sleepless night that did not prevent, however, to look around for friendly faces and study through other eyes, those of the students, to see which of them could have that light, the same light that she saw in her. That twinkle that showed the world the will and passion to want to study and want to leave your name echo in eternity, as recited that old movie, one of many that she loved. The desire to want to be somebody and make their lives extraordinary. Thinking back to the nth and finally last fight with Stephen, it did not seem at all extraordinary. But perhaps you have closed the story really symbolized the end of a tunnel and gave breath to his hopes. The girl went over to one of the boards where you putting up ads for the sale of used books. A good way to save for many students, since most of the books had exorbitant costs. He tried a space between the dozens of sheets already hanging and once found, posted your ad. He was selling the books of his penultimate test. To draw attention had drawn a sun and a moon close to each other, an ‘image that he loved so much, especially the second. At the end of the paper had carved many strips where he had repeatedly written his phone number and his name. After entering the last needle still his announcement about smiling. Spread it for good, that could be seen easily, then walked away towards the door. Giorgia and Floriana is pararono the front with their shrill voices with a distinctive cadence of Roman Dialect from Trastevere’s district.
“If you only knew….” began Giorgia, more shapely and pretty of the two friends.
“What is it, the summer holidays have been more exciting than expected? Or you’ve finally won the darts tournament at the Long Hall Pub, “asked Elisa shaking his head and laughing together in Floriana.
“But no, we just wanted to give you the scoop of the century,” he added just the latter.
“Remember the assistant Jacobins?” Said Giorgia blonde curly.
“The handsome? Of course I remember! You talk about it all the time and certainly not for his professional skills, poor fellow. A life of study and culture overshadowed “Elisa said, nodding and smiling.
“It ‘became professor of Institutions Director and film,” said the red-faced. Elisa smirks. Was the question that was missing before graduation and the idea of following along with the notorious and now assistant professor neo-fascinated her. Elisa knew Jacobins for his skills as a teacher and director, had followed in depth career in the theater and it was without doubt his most inspiring way of teaching, without detracting from the old professor outgoing. The girls commented to each other that this gossip swirling already transpired within the walls of the right, and just in that moment came the good professor in jacket and shirt, with a nice pair of skinny jeans with the legs straight and slender. The beautiful tuft of brown hair swayed with every step, and he, aware of the eyes of the students seemed pleased, however, be embarrassed and looked down, sparing but smiles. The professor walked toward the two girls who had followed in the past some of his lessons, when replacing the old Professor Molinari, and recognized. Come before them stopped running his hand through his hair.
“Hello girls, ready for a new year?” Said the man with the blue eyes and Floriana notte.Giorgia nodded exchanging looks ironic and responding in confidence since he was always friendly with his students. The young professor Elisa noticed serenely watching him with a faint smile.
“You are new? I have never seen in class of prof. Molinari, “he asked politely.
“She’s a nerd …. did not repeat an exam, that’s why you do not know, “she hastened to answer Giorgia, arousing the laughter of the company.
“Do not pay any attention to my friend! Follow its course for the first time, since it is the last exam before graduation, “said the girl.
“Give me of you?” The professor laughed heartily and said “the way you make me feel old, I just 40 years old! However, pleasure, Roberto … congratulations for graduation next then “taking her hand.
Elisa stood for a moment dumbfounded but then recovered favoring then the act of presenting and professor.
“My name is Elisa Teillard”
“Oh …. name stranger?” The professor asked curiously.
“Of Corsican origin …. so I have always told my paternal grandparents but I’m Italian and Roman in every way,” said the girl amused.
“Oh Corsica … interesting … congratulations! See you Monday to lesson then, Mademoiselle Elisa “concluded the man waving then the other two girls, one of them smiled furbette. Elisa looked at his watch and noticed to be late, so the emphasis greeted with two friends and ran down the corridor to reach the porch. As he ran, trying to avoid obstacles humans, a very tall man, collapsed right on top of her. The girl stopped turning annoyed. The man just looked at her, then went straight to his way, muttering something.
“Idiot!” Shouted behind her and began to walk toward the porch. It is a little sad because when these things were happening absolutely fortuitous, she took it as a personal thing. “I have a Casper’s syndorme!” Often used to say to her friends, because as the ghost created in the early forties by Seymour Reit and Joe Oriolo, he wanted to show others in all its essence, gentleness and intelligence but apparently they remained scared or just did not see her, and she understood to be different. This thing sometimes sad, sometimes they instilled the courage and orgoglio.Ora then began his senior year, the day of reckoning. This thought within himself and went to the exit of the faculty. Had to hurry because the job was waiting at the bar and was getting late. The grumpy man turned again to the girl, who now came out of the gate. Then she looked back Boards slowing the pace. He paused on the moon imprinted on the ad and settling the glasses rimmed fashionable read it carefully. Were just some of the books I was looking for. He took then a strip of the announcement, read the number and the name, Elisa, and put it in his pocket and then hurried back to the door of the faculty. Descended the stairs. Marco was there smoking a cigarette, leaning against his car and looked around smugly.
“Did you see that?” Exclaimed ironically nodding of the head swirling the comings and goings of cute girls entering and leaving university.
“Yeah … this is one of the reasons why I joined here years ago,” said a hearty laugh Marzio friend “by now we go otherwise I’m late to the audition” went on the boy.
“Oh, do you remember the promise you made me?” Asked the young man going to his old Clio gray.
“Of course I remember … even if I’m wrong this audition I start to study … look I also got the numbers to buy books and I pinned the course schedules are or are not a model student?” Said Marzio chanting, waving in front of the face of his friend the strip. The car went through the busy streets of the city.
“Marzio by not making ironic, you know why I say this, I do not want the usual pistolotti you make your own, but this piece of paper to something you will need. It’s always a curriculum for an artist like you. Me too would like to attend a school for serious music or even the conservatory, not to be considered a simple strummer by piano, “said Mark talking to his friend.
“You’re right, maybe I will also do well to stop for a little while ‘specimens …. break off the bloody streak. How’s go! “Said Marzio smiling.
“Anyway you have to find a girl like you should. Just spreaders on the photos of your friends. Are not you sick of receiving sms with 6 an asshole? “Said Marco, screaming and bowing his head slightly to the side to block out the noise of the car.
“Again with this story! I’m not going to have more relations after the beating of Isabella! “Said Marzio looking out the window. Marco shook his capo.I two men passed through Rome, to arrive near an elegant building of Viale Mazzini. Marco pulled over.
“I do not think you have to give up hope, not all are bitches like her! And then you should do some ‘self-criticism, in my opinion, “said Marco continuing the discussion.
Marzio got out and looked around, adjusting his glasses on his nose well out of sight. The startled expression to the words of his friend.
“I’m supposed to be self-critical? And why not? ”
“For the past because you’re covered with an armor to be able to defend well from disappointment. I understand how you feel, but you have to move on and be more proactive. Your being taciturn and mysterious at first fascinated, but it is a double-edged weapon, unfortunately. ”
“You’re probably right. But lately I’m not very positive about matters of the heart, or maybe I’m just too caught up in my dream and that the eyes of others makes me a failed self-centered and delusional … but this is my character and I can not change it. ”
“No one says you have to change everything, but you just have some blunt side, that’s all. Forget the negativity that you carry around. Jump off means only attract more negativity. Trust those who has already passed! Smile! “Concluded Mark mimicking a smile with her fingers on his face .Marzio nodded to fraternal words of his friend who was always there to help in every difficulty even if life a few months earlier had put him up against the wall. Despite the sudden death of his father, Marco had reacted to pain and had also taken charge of the suffering of the mother, but in spite of everything he had lost his smile and his joie de vivre. He always had music as an outlet. In comparison to this situation certainly problems Marzio were really frivolous but the boy however did not neglect her friend who in turn offered his psychological and moral support. The two therefore, although they knew only a few years seemed like fratelli.Marzio approached the intercom looking inside and then played with decision awaiting the answer was not long in coming. A metallic voice of a woman pointed to the floor and the position of the door on the landing. The two men ventured into the hall of the palace followed by the elegant doorman in sight who cleaned the ground dried leaves. Joints in the enormous apartment used as an office, a girl greeted them handing them a sheet to fill out.
“Oh, no thanks … I do not need the paper … I’m the manager” declared Marco giving himself a countenance, returning the paper to the girl who looked at him doubtfully and then move away.
“Are you crazy? You my manager? With those shoes? “Marzio said softly, looking down on the Converse of his black jeans and torn at the knee.
“Well what is it? I’m a …. a little ‘vintage … but very chic! “he said, laughing and gesturing.
Marzio proceeded to complete the form with your information and a few minutes later she came back to pick it up.
“Come the room is already full,” said the girl Marzio that followed could not avoid squadrarle the lower back because of the very mini skirt.
Once in the room, he found himself in front of a group of people holding sheets written. Was a remembrance of their war horses. Among them he recognized Andrea Lamberti. A feeling of anger and resentment through the back of Mars. His antagonist was again on its way. A type snob, who also had a passion for acting and in recent months had become his profession because he was able to get a series of employment contracts that were very useful to get to know slowly. Andrea had repeatedly clashed with Mars in the past, since the time of high school, but the disagreements were not limited to mere childish because by adulthood other situations intersected the paths of the two men and then break dramatically. During an internship in acting taught by professional actors, Andrea took Marzio an important part that would guarantee greater visibility. Also another situation, called Isabella, fueled resentment between the two men. She, the woman who had bewitched the rude Marzio and was able to remove his heart like hot wax. He even planned her marriage, a word that had always been banished from his vocabulary reclusive artist. Then, as always, when you believe that happiness is at its height, the unexpected happens. Isabella prey to singular desires of emancipation left Marzio, since he felt overwhelmed and not ready for marriage. But then, after a few months to be seen by Marzio, in the front row in the audience to applaud Andrea, her new boyfriend. So he was able to tear up another important part of the life of Marzio’s why every meeting between the two was dangerous, too many grudges passed but not yet destroyed. Marzio closed the door behind him trying not to annoy the disquieting presence of the past, which was, however, still hurts. He tried to memory and prepare his piece. He walked back and forth repeating to himself, when he felt a presence behind him.
“Torresi! Good to see you! I felt that I would have bored today if you had not come. You know, win so easily without seeing to fret would not give me the same pleasure and instead here you are! “He said sarcastically.
“Well if you are looking for someone to play the role of an asshole for sure the part is yours” only replied Marzio bringing looked away. He was beginning to see red and tried to count to ten for not blurt out.
“No … I think you know who are looking for someone for the part of a cuckolded boyfriend and then left,” said Andrea placing the most painful jab for Marzio, in a split second he lost control and reacted by hitting him, albeit in passing, with a punch and giving him a small wound on his eyebrow. Soon after he realized what he had done. In the room all turned to stare at him while some succor Andrea lying bleeding on the ground trying not to get in the blood of his necktie purple satin expensive. The director and his team immediately drove Marzio by casting and then a smile appeared on his face bloodied by Andrea. Marzio in a rage ran to Mark who was waiting in the corridor.
“What did you do? What are these cries? “Marco asked, rising from his chair and listening to the commotion in the room.
“I tried to split the eyebrow in an asshole,” said Marzio pulling straight shot to the door and angrily turning the handle. Marco followed him down the stairs struggling to keep up with the friend who was walking with his long levers quicker.
“But if the casting sought the heir to Bud Spencer,” asked Marco ironic not losing, despite everything, his proverbial irony.
“I need a coffee!” Said Marzio then stopping at the door for a moment to reflect and breathing hard for the nervous. Placing a hand on the wall, he looked around and shook his head. Inside his head billions of thoughts were running simultaneously.
“I propose a relaxing herbal tea, lemon balm and chamomile for everyone! From there is a bar near here we go, “said Marco thoughtful with a pat on the shoulder of his friend ………..
 Letter snail is the nickname with which Rugantino is aimed at Rosetta in the stage play of the same name. In the Roman dialect often the term is intended to indicate pretty girl, sweet.