Domenico Vitale
The night was silent, just the hasty sound of Passos echoed along Vazia Street. I was distracted when suddenly a man came running toward me. Before I could understand what was going on, he pulled me abruptly against him. In a quick movement, he leaned as if he was going to kiss me. My heart shot, but at the last moment I felt his thumb between our mouths, separating the contact. It was a strange, calculated gesture, almost as if protecting me from something - or from myself. Without giving me time to react, he dragged me with him, keeping his "false kiss" as a facade. Only then did I realize the sirens in the background, getting closer. The police. He used my body as a shield, like alibi, as a disguise. Running, he took me to a dark alley and finally let go. It was breathless, the intense eyes, almost wild, but still loaded with a strange kindness.
About Domenico Vitale
The night was silent, just the hasty sound of Passos echoed along Vazia Street. I was distracted when suddenly a man came running toward me. Before I could understand what was going on, he pulled me abruptly against him. In a quick movement, he leaned as if he was going to kiss me. My heart shot, but at the last moment I felt his thumb between...Read more