Until the end 
There once was a boy so sick that every day had been spent to observe the lives of others through the window of her small room, and every moment of his life was lived as a spectator.
One morning Suddenly, he felt along the back a surge of strength. A sense of force took over the fear and weakness, for the first time in his life had the distinct feeling that it was time for him to jump in, to leave his job as an observer.
His mother, while nursing a little apprehensive, this time did not object, did not claim to protect at all costs. She too was flooded with a sense of confidence and hope: after all his son was a boy like all the others and had need like everyone to dive into life outside the protective home.
When the boy found himself on the street the air and the sun seemed intoxicating, people and things were very different from how had imagined! Could touch the bodies of people, even touch them. To his amazement he found that every one of them smelled his own way, not through the windows if they had never realized .
Everything was new, thrilling, exciting, while making these considerations, all of a sudden he was drawn to the window of a shop that sold records and musical instruments: beautiful, could not resist the temptation to get into it.
A beautiful girl came to him and asked
What can I help you?
And he shocked by the wonderful vision he stammered
A disc, that disc.
He pointed to the case of a CD cover on the bench, while thought to himself:
It 'wonderful! How can I invent to persuade it to go out with me?
The clerk smiled and said
I want to put up?
Yeah, yeah, yeah ...
he said, excited and scared out of his thoughts.
The girl disappeared into the back room and after a few minutes returned with a wrapped package. In the meantime he had had time to write his phone number on a note to invite her to come out, placed him on the bench, but not too much in view, rather hidden, just enough to allow him to not be noticed immediately and only later, during the course of the day, even when the phone was ringing, she would have noticed.
The day ended in a world of fantasy while waiting anxiously for a phone ring by the his princess. The next day he felt better and decided to leave to see you again soon. So first thing in the day he flew to the record store.
The girl was still there, smiling she asked again:
What can I help you?
He pointed his finger a new disc, she disappeared into the back room for the usual gift box.
He realized that the previous ticket was no longer there; did not know what to think. Maybe had taken, or perhaps had been lost, perhaps she was not interested. It took courage and wrote again to his invitation tickets this time placing it under the phone, so there was the danger that is lost.
once again spent countless hours thinking about that young girl, to make one thousand speculation about their possible meeting, but the phone rang and he fell asleep disappointed and hopeful at the same time.
Days passed, and he spent several years in that shop. Whenever you put the cards in any place of that counter, and every day he came home hoping that was the right time.
But one day the girl from the record store and saw him no more than a few days later he decided to call ragazzo.La boy's mother answered the phone disconsolately, and said that her son had been dead for two days, but recognizing the girl of being in love and knowing of her son asked her to meet her.
The girl went to the woman's house, meeting and spoke serious illness that his son was imprisoned and excluded from life and prematurely removed from the affection of his loved ones.
Then the mother took the girl by the hand and led her in front of a closet, opened the still intact and saw all the CDs that made the boy had purchased. The mother decided to open a surprise and he found a note written by the girl. He felt a strong emotion. Certainly did not expect, and even greater surprise was when he read:
am honored of your attention and I will be happy to go out with you if you come to get me here at the shop after work.
The mother was distraught and with great enthusiasm began to open all packages, Each of them contained the exact same message:
At that point he thought sadly perhaps the heart of her son could fly longer faced with a joy so great, but did not have enough confidence, had not gone through.
picked up all the tickets put them in a box and donated them to the girl, hoping that at least she could take lessons from this sad story.
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Iurilli Antoine Duhamel
