The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

So they moved out to the backside of the pub and Kass followed them, and so did their friends, all terrified at the perspective of takin back home an half dead Jill under the starlight of a clear saturday night in London.
None of that happened, though. Their worries would have rather been apt for Jill's adversary, bigger as for size, but consistently slower and less precise than him, and infinitely less determined and less powerful.
At the training boxering Jill had followed that season he discovered himself to be a very doted and smart fighter: what no one could know then was that his new sport activity had been his real way to throw away on others' bodies the massive repressed aggressivity he was forcing to remain within his own one since Melania had gone.
Jill had become the best fighter of the gyn structure in less than one month, and he could have sent to hospital not just one, but ten individuals like the arrogant drinker he got on his way that night.
The fierce dance of punches and kicks went fastly into a macabre ritual and their friends had to be in 5 to stop Jill's rage, and to carry him safely in the car, rushing away from bobbies' arrival.
What left everyone scared about his behaviour was to reckon he was feeling nothing at all while crashing a man's bones. They saw his eyes empty.
Cold and lifeless, like not even negative emotions could shake him and bring him to reality again.
Kass looked at him, on the beach: she looked at his hair covering the front like ebony swhirls, as beautiful as a god. And she ventured in imagining the way he could have got mad if Jacob would have just tried to kiss his Muse of love. She was aware Jill wouldn't have taken anyone else's touch on her skin under his eyes.She hated Melania again, for the power she had to turn an angel into that flaming demon, apparently with no effort. But as the lamp of envy passed through her mind, she found herself uninterested after all about Jill and Meli's fuss. For a brief moment, she didn't care about them at all.But she didn't pay attention to her sanity the way she should have got to.
Out from water she was keepin breathe in to appear thinner, after some excesses in eating had put a few libs on her sides.
"Kass, stop to constrain your breathing! You're not fat and your line is wonderful the way it is. If you'd look as skinny as Kate Moss you'd be horrible!"
He could be so tender, Kass said to herself. He was always reading her mind, finding always the best way to make her feel beautiful. If only he could have learnt to love her, how eternally shewould have been keen in adoring him!
Lately they went to their rented car, and the hilarious way Kass had to park made Jill laugh for minutes:
"Darlin you have to get better in that... 5 years that you've got your licence, and this is the way you make parkings? Oh my gosh...!"
She tuned the radio on, very rare action from her: on The Isla Grande the interferences were too strong to tune stations properly, but they couldn't play their cds in the car radio cos it was allowing tapes only, and therefore they were in abstinence crises of uk music, not really keen at bending at spanish rythms that were typical in that location.
"No music at all... Damn, this place stinks!" she said kickin the seat.
At the hotel restaurant though, she changed her mind: they served to them an abundant paella and biting peas and shrimps she forgot about all of her troubles. She forgot about tears in waves, and sand in the eyes.. she forgot about lost songs and morbid leg lines, and she forgot about geometrical pesters that tell that parallels never meet. And while smiling at the sunset, she felt one way or another she would have survived all that.
La tele resta spenta e non la guardo pił,
ho un nodo in gola che č difficile mandare gił,
fumo un po', scosto via la tenda,
cielo grigio piombo io non lascio che mi prenda
la nostalgia che sale lentamente e penso a te,
mi chiedo adesso dove sei, cosa fai,
chissą se starai mai pensando a me,
al nostro fuoco che bruciava e mo' č cenere...
Neffa and the MDD, "Aspettando il sole" song, 1996