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Capitolo 9 - Di nuovo unitiCapitolo 9:
“Di nuovo uniti”
Tomokazu cercava per ovunque la famiglia di gatti, ma non riusciva a trovarli.
Ciò che gli complicava la vita era il fatto che i gatti possono intrufolarsi in vari cunicoli in cui lui non sarebbe potuto passare e questo era un guaio perché se non li avesse più trovati non avrebbe mai più visto la sua famiglia.
Non trovava neppure uno dei cuccioli, nemmeno sopra un albero, neppure in mezzo a qualche giardino... da nessuna parte.
Era disperato, si pentiva di aver lasciato andare in quel modo suo figlio, a cui voleva tanto bene anche se non lo aveva mai ammesso.
Continuò a cercare, in ogni angolo... fino a quando non vide un gattino blu scodinzolare alla sua vista.
disse contento il micetto.
Tomokazu non comprese cosa gli stesse dicendo il cucciolo perché gli umani non possono capire nemmeno quello che dicono i gatti umani quando sono nella loro forma animale.
mormorò con aria triste l'uomo.
Light si trasform
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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