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Queer as Folk-SEASON EIGHT-Thanks






Tonight I would like to mount a little 'heads and, as the real authors, I write a final post with thanks. But they are really owed. A

BARBIE (who knows how PITTS, some as SSYN3)
of the ideas in this fic are his. It has helped me in building a story that had not, at first, a true leader and a true tail. There were two basic ideas around which everything else was to be developed. It has developed better than usual (at least as I see it) thanks to her. The idea of the feast of the fairies when they spoke of Emmett is off of its own.
Thanks for the beta which was becoming, I realize, a very oppressive burden. Being left without a PC a month she found a bunch of pages betare all at once.
Thanks for the wonderful songs she has found every time in each of three series, never mundane or taken for granted, always relevant and already sent with a link to youtube ^_____________________-
Thanks for without our chats, she was not born even the season six. I was afraid of writing very much in spite of QAF were willing, she gave me the impetus to do so

A PAM
to work damn accurate with photos, for the tide of photos that I still have to be closed and I could not use, for the relevance of the photo with the writing, for the speed with which I sent it to the patient each time he asked her to resubmit them because they do not find more ^ ^
But above all, thanks for the passion with which commented, sometimes the same day, the chapter that I would send in a vision. The comments here are the e-mail that I received from her comment. I believe that for a poor wretch, who try to improvise 'writer' there is no more beautiful reflected

A BETTA her into this adventure since season six. For comments and advice always on time, to understand the fly all my 'request' (hey, we had a banner in the forum that was when I was still Merrik, which was called the 'range Merrik'.
And thanks for the wonderful video made for the fic. I do not know you but I will I watch them all the time about really everything they summarize

With ELY (Kchan) for the pleasant and sometimes conflicting, opinions about this fic, exchanged live in front of tea and pastries in a horrible bar in Bologna ^ ^ next to the court

With ME because in the end I manage to write so bad, let's face ^ ^

And after the self-congratulation, thanks to YOU all that you have read and commented. Or just read.
Thanks for the comments really excited that I did not expect, for your interest in what was written that was apparent from the comments themselves, for the attention and passion. Thanks for all public comments, private emails, messages, 'threats', the chants
^ __-I've always said I write because it is my need, I do not write for others. It 's true. But when you decide to make 'public' even though a small number of people, something you wrote, the opinion of others becomes a major confrontation with the 'reality'.
My thanks extends to all three seasons in writing, not only to this. Followed by all of you with the same passion.
Maybe because I've written with the same passion.

enough, over.
Thanks again!

Orange Scooter Wheels

Queer as Folk-EIGHT-YEAR-EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE

Justin's cell phone vibrated again.

smiled at the name 'Daphne' which appeared on the screen. He was sure he would respond within a few minutes.

E 'BELLISSIMO JUSTIN. MORE ' I THINK THAT THE PICTURES FROM PHONE DOES NOT MAKE PERFECT COLORS, SO IMAGINE THAT LIVE IS EVEN MORE 'GOOD. PROMISES WELL. BRAVO!

tired sigh dialed the friend.

"Hey hello! Did you get the message? It's very beautiful Jus! "She said enthusiastically across the world.

"Yes, I received the message."

"Ah well, then you just wanted to say hello?"

"You're in your cabin?"

"Yes, here it is evening and we just finished eating."

"Ok, I'll call the PC, you connect now? & Rdquo ;

"Yes, but there is something wrong?"

"I have to show you something."

"Okay, five minutes and you can call. "

Justin snorted off communication, and ran a hand over his face again laying eyes on the painting. Certainly less than five minutes after he began communicating with Daphne, whose cheerful smile appeared on the screen of his iphone. Justin could not help but smile in return.

"Tell me all sweetness," joked her friend for the light laughter of Justin.

The boy turned the camera phone closer to the painting to show better Daphne.

"Oh yes!" she replied enthusiastically, "on the PC screen you see a lot better. It is absolutely amazing! "

" What do you see? "Asked the boy via speakerphone.

"What kind of question is that?"

"Come on, tell me what you see ... Tell me as if I were to see him and you tell me," said cryptic closing in behind.

She sighed without understanding the logical thread of that conversation. Perhaps the friend was not convinced of his work and, knowing what was fussy, she needed an outside opinion to ascertain more clearly. He decided to reassure him because what he saw Daphne was by far one of the most brilliant combinations of color he had ever seen in the works of Justin, "I see the beginning of a work of art Justin. Certainly not the Sistine Chapel but for sure I do not expect you to mystical themes!

Justin nodded with eyes blurred.

"You know what I see?" The boy asked.

"What?"

Justin glanced at the small yard in place around him and eyed what he needed. He walked to the counter gear and grabbed a hammer.

"Jus, what are you doing? You make me throw up with all that up and down! "Appealed Daphne unheard.

The boy safely and went to the murals, he grabbed the phone with her left to look forward to entering the field of view point of the room that had previously identified and vigorously waged a hammer against the painting, using the side of the double-headed hammer to make sure you get the effect he wanted:

painting and plaster off and cause an irregular hole in the wall .

"Oh my God, what are you doing? Are you crazy? "Asked Daphne sincerely upset and worried. What was happening to him? Own and had spent up to that point?!

Justin chuckled and brought the camera to frame a new seeing himself astonished that the mask was the face of your friend: "I'm not crazy, do not worry, you only see what I see I did."

"Justin you're worried to death! Tell me what the fuck you're doing and where you're going! "Peremptory order that the girlfriend had no desire to play the guessing games.

"To show you what it is, Daphne. The beginning of a work of art is nothing but a wall, "he shrugged as if he were doing more coherent and comprehensible speech of his life" is not more than a row of bricks placed one over the other, attacked with lime, and plastered on which an artist ... ... brushing is something that will define a work of art. "

He felt the sigh worried the friend saw her lean her forehead on her hand, "What's going on Jus?"

The boy smiled. "Still, nothing dramatic. I am in full posssesso of my mental faculties. "

" Really? It is when no doubt be more than that Justin really has gone mad! "

" I assure you that I have never been more lucid in my entire life! "

" Why did you ruined the murals? "

Justin shrugged," Just because it is a mural, as there are millions in the world. It's nothing, is a wall. "

" Justin's enough, "cried Daphne - "Now you sit down, switch the conversation to the phone and just talk about it calmly."

no answer he saw the portrait of his friend disappear from the screen and his name appear flashing on the caller.

"Tell me what you ..."

"I have nothing Daphne, really. I just realized one thing that I had never understood him. "

" What's that? "

" You first have spoken of the Sistine Chapel. You know what goes that fresco? "

" I did the academy of fine arts, "she said angrily," but the rest of you, on the bottom, because you have dumped in the middle! & rdquo ;

Justin smiled serene as always happened when he spoke to her friend: "I made it long enough to know that the Last Judgement was painted in 1540. Or 472 years ago. Do you realize? It is there for almost Cinquenta years. Immovable, imperishable and timeless. "

Daphne tried to figure it out but it is impossible to attempt went: "Ok, you've destroyed because next year will be covered by your new one and it will not track, and then, in a situation of great stress from too much work, you're wondering what the point of paint ... "

" No, nothing like that. "

" What then Justin? "asked the girl really irritated.

"I'm just thinking that there are things that never go out, that remain firm and immovable, even for five hundred years. But there are things that ... "he shrugged his shoulders in search of the words -" ... change even within a day, a day is one way and the next day and no longer are you lost forever to the way they were. "

the ears of anyone else's speech Justin would sound outlandish, but not that of one who shared with him the soul of seventeen years.

"I miss Brian and Scarlett," stated without any doubt - and what you discomfort in this way is the sense of guilt for having missed a promise. "

Justin raised his eyebrows without answering and swallowed a lump of saliva bitter.

"But three weeks, Justin. It's your job. Will pass faster than you think. "

" It's not my job, or rather, it is by accident. I am one of the lucky few in the world that gives free rein to a passion and can afford to call it work because of the money to live. Daphne is not working, but not a job I need, without which I could not go ahead as my family. It is a passion, and I will have forever. "

" So what? "She asked sweetly decided not to interrupt too often what was emerging from a vent that Justin again, maybe that was just blossoming at that time.

"an asshole, one day," said the boy laughed gently - "told me that one day a month, a year, do not change anything, it's just time. "

Daphne smiled catching the reference.

"True. Very true. Very true to the paintings and the walls and statues. True to the Sistine Chapel and the Last Judgement. But not for us, Daphne. "

" What can happen in three weeks, "asked the girl undecided whether to encourage it to continue because it took a brief moment of despair or give him rope because he was seeing their lives differently.

"In three weeks? Nothing sensational. Scarlett among three weeks will always be five years and Brian 43. But it's the nuances that change everything. Just like in my paintings. "

The girl was silent now decided that the best thing would continue to speak of his soul, because now he knew that was what I was talking about.

"In three weeks maybe Scarlett says Prince properly instead Prinpice. In three weeks could be arrived at when one evening he forgot to bring a teddy bear to bed with her and Gus that evening did not take anymore ... "

The girl's eyes grew moist on the other side of the world and touched by a smile across his face - "In three weeks Brian could have her first gray hair," he said laughing and sparking fresh the friend laugh mate. "My mother was a wrinkle that was not there before, my sister a new love Gus and a new passion for a TV series that I do not even know the title. And in the meantime I'm here to paint a wall. So it could happen in three weeks that I watch them and wonder, 'When my daughter has stopped being a small child and began his career to the world of children grow up? When checked the sign of the time on my mother's face and hair on my man? I do not know. Because I was not there. And I lost that moment forever. "

There was silence between two friends. Daphne did not speak not because he was short of words but because there was nothing to say objectively. No words would have made sense at the time.

Justin pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing and closing his eyes before you open them again and again to observe the wall defaced.

"It is true that 'it's just time'," resumed - "Now my daughter asks to keep his door open so I could hear, go into my room and asked to sleep with me, waiting for Saturday in a frenzy because they spend together. In a few years, I knock on the door of his locked room, complete with a sign above that says 'STOP THE STATE-WIDE-DANGER OF DEATH' and she did not open because it will be with a friend, or take , listening to music on his iPod, or will on the phone to confide secrets that will separate only her best friend and I will be forever barred, "stopped sighing and feeling the light breath of Daphne on the other side. "I want to be with my daughter now that my daughter wants to be with me. Why take the risk, when I finally be free from billions of contracts and projects, for her to not be true for me. "

Daphne sudden he wiped a tear," What do you want me Tell Justin? ... You need my permission? "

"Because you're the other part of me. And maybe, despite everything, I still need a part of me says that's the right thing. "

Daphne sighed closing his eyes. "Do it," Justin said simply and smiled.

"Does not mean anything" - Alicia Keys

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2qgU2A3Ll4

"Oh Mr Taylor, hello, how are you going? But ?!?!?"

Justin, bent to pick up paints and brushes suppressed a giggle and looked horrified at the sight of the Director of the Museum of Art Chicago.

"What happened?" Asked the man without a single drop of saliva in the mouth.

Justin stood up straight and shrugged: "I think it broke ..."

"Oh, sure broke! Oh heck, it did not take this, think you can stay on schedule anyway? If a builder wants to send them immediately to ... "

" No, "Justin interrupted him with a smile to those twin of Brian -" I will not stay on schedule. You save builder. I'm leaving, "said hooking the working bag with a shoulder.

"Co co ... ... What?" Asked the man watching Justin air more terrified of what had taken in front of the gash in the wall.

"I'm sorry. I know this will create any big problems but I end up here. I can not go forward. I really can not, believe me. "

" But what happened? An accident? A ... "

" Nothing, nothing happened. Only ... "Justin gave a last look at the wall with a shrug -" I ... Only the most important things to do. I'm sorry. It was still a pleasure, "said turning and walking toward the exit.

"He has no idea of the opportunity that is knocking down the toilet, Justin?" Thundered the man without any attitude behind it.

Justin stopped, smiled and slowly turned to look at him: "I assure you that if I had not quite clear what and how much I'm throwing in the toilet, I would be here to paint and to tell me what you are good at it .

"The cost of a penalty so much money than they that is his right hand! "threatened angry man.

Justin smiled.

E Kinney-style shrugged: "I have them."

Then he turned and no longer worthy of a glance, the museum and the man quickened his step by grabbing the phone to connect to the Web via Liberty Air.

***

"The situation is falling," whispered Ted do with pragmatic to the ears of Blake smiled slightly, shaking his head.

"I do not think is plummeting because basically never got off the ground!"

"Yeah," confirmed Ted glancing at the group, once again gathered on the lawn around the tent. Who walked around aimlessly, who had gathered in small groups chatting to pass the time.

Drew was lying back in my sleeping bag and had begun to sleep, the children played without much enthusiasm, jumping in puddles. The sky did not promise no good and the temperature as well.

Ted looked at his watch: eleven.

"Oh my God, you could offer to return to Pittsburgh, eating in a nice warm and comfortable restaurant and then leave everyone to his house with all due respect to everyone?"

& ldquo ; Proponilo "makes me Blake.

Ted looked at him as if he had said to carry a bomb attack.

"What?" Chuckled the boy.

Ted shook his head. "Emmett would be there so bad! In fact I was counting on Brian for this initiative and as always, when you expect me to do something he does exactly the opposite! "

Blake nodded:" He also offered to cook the sausages for everyone ... "

"Well, then something magical about this place must really have it anyway!" Ted grinned.

****

Astonishment gave way to wonder and then to happiness. The three emotions ran fast and twins in the two pairs of blue eyes that they had met.

"Welcome back!"

"Welcome back to you too!"

****

"Scarlett does not want come to know in advance because it is pending, and I quote, something good happens, "argued Ted sat down next to Emmett.

The boy, elbows on knees, palms to support the face, raised his eyebrows: "Well, we have at least two to believe!"

"Ah! Because you obviously still believe it! "

" Teddy, I remind you that the idea was yours. Who dragged me here months ago? Who asked me to repeat this experience? "

" Ah so now would be my fault if you have not revealed the spirit of the founder and we have not seen flitting fairies, and heard the sound of bells, but only caught a cold, rain and judging will take as much from the sky? "argued Ted piqued.

"Of course it's your fault, like everyone else, except for Scarlett!"

Ted cleared his throat as if he had to do with a fool: "And how would our fault? "

" Why do not you think Teddy! That's why! You came here thinking of doing a class trip, you are skeptical, cynical, and all this power of attorney only negativity! "

The friend looked at him dumbfounded:" You talk of spirituality Emmett? "

Emmett snorted and looked at him with cold eyes," I mention all this that exists beyond the nose of everyone Teddy, I speak to believe that tingling feel that sometimes we do not know where it comes from or where it is going, I'm talking about seeing things from different points of view, I speak of reality , which is never what we think it is because each of us has a different concept of reality, I speak of the transcendent and all we have irretrievably lost. Everybody, all human beings. No wonder if indeed the world will end in a month and a half. We tripped over this world for nothing, without any awareness and desire for discovery. What's been doing, man? "

Ted stared at his friend with eyes wide open. The disappointment was worse than he thought.

"Emmett," he tried to reason - "the your always be optimistic, your belief in things that can happen beyond the logic and everything else makes you who you are and you are the friend we all love. But you can not really believe that just because last night we thought something good happen today, something really good. I mean, from a material point of view, not spiritual, perhaps from a spiritual point of view something good has happened in each of us knows, but Scarlett, and you too I'm afraid at this point, you're waiting for something to happen for real , physical, tangible, and this can not happen because ... "

"Why?" Emmett interrupted him with a strange smile on his face.

"Because ..." Ted shook his open hands in a gesture of anger at not being able to oppose rationality to irrationality, and this made him anxious - "What can happen?" He asked surrendering.

Emmett's smile became more convinced as he kept his eyes on a horizon beyond the shoulders of Ted.

"For example, hints that a ray of sunshine."

Ted rolled his eyes. With less than a cosmic disaster, there was no hope to the world at that time could appear a ray of sunshine between the barricades and menacing black clouds that covered their heads. "No," said practical - "No it can not happen."

"And if I say that has already happened?" Emmett asked without taking his eyes from the staring point .

"Where? When "asked Ted now exhausted.

"Right now," Emmett whispered before raising a finger to indicate a point - "Right there!"

Ted turned his head to direct our gaze to the location indicated by the finger of Emmett opened his mouth wide and amazed:

"Justin?"

"Justin?" echoed Debbie, who passed a few yards from friends had heard the name of the boy and had turned in turn.

"Sunshine," cried then burst out laughing.

all heads turned toward the path at the edge of the clearing where Justin was walking to reach them.

"Papyyyyyyyy" cried Scarlett, rushing to meet the father who crouched laughing ready to hold the dip of the child.

"Hello my love!" He greeted her laugh and hug the boy to breathe its unique scent.

"Papy you came, you came from! "he kept repeating the girl embracing and filling his cheeks with kisses.

"Yes, I have come, are you happy?"

The girl did not answer, only he just hold you tight.

Within moments the whole group of friends met him at the newcomer who moved smiling, happy people, who enthusiastically. Brian just was not smiling.

Justin looked without really believing that he was there.

Scarlett undid the embrace and ran to his father: "Did you see Daddy," cried jumping enthusiast - "'Did you see that something good has happened? Grandpa is here! Did you see that dad was not it? "

Brian finally smiled at the slight smile of Justin, then looked at his daughter:" I saw, you were right. "

Scarlett, unable to contain the joyful frenzy that had seized, he returned to Justin: "Last night we did the magic circle and everyone had to think of something nice and Emmett said that all would have happened if we did something good ..." Justin followed the excited monologue of her daughter with a smile, impossible to erase from his face even if it - "... and I know what I thought," asked the girl, without waiting for the answer - "I thought of you and I wanted that you were there!" Justin laughed moved without worrying to correct conjugations - "And now you're daddy. You have arrived! So true! You true! "

Emmett smiled enthusiastically and turned to Ted:" I told you to believe to see my friend! "

Ted did not answer, his face stunned in disbelief.

Emmett burst into laughter.

"Of course it's true love!" Justin replied to the small remaining always curled up to it - "But I'll bet that someone else had thought the same as yours ... "

Scarlett poses as astonished and doubtful, "Who?"

Justin shrugged: "I do not know ... maybe Michael ..." she whispered, turning to look at the friend who opened her his eyes were not expecting to be called to account.

"I do not know what I thought Uncle Michael ..." the girl pointed out.

"I think so ..." Justin replied without taking his eyes off him - "And I think that we have believed, just like you ..."

At these words the eyes of adults who had coded message between the lines launched by the boy turned to the hopeful path.

Where Ben appeared.

Debbie put her hands cupped in front of the face in a gesture similar to that of Jennifer, and both women burst into tears. Michael expectations firmly in place with the approach of fellow eyes in disbelief and amazement that the walk up to Ben, followed by the smiles of the whole group, not led him to join him.

They looked into his eyes for a moment that seemed forever and then they embraced provoking applause, sighs of joy, laughter and tears.

Brian glanced at in passing Shawn standing beside her and saw her pull the muscles of the face and swallow hard.

"Do not tell me what time you start crying too!" The challenge with a cheerful air.

She just gave him a elbow on the arm.

"Are you crying for?"

"Stop!"

"You're about to cry!" Brian said with a chuckle.

"Fuck you!" Shawn to trim the whole answer before the voice broke and tears take over.

Brian laughed, then shook his head and threw his face in his hands. But when he looked up to Michael and Ben still embraced, became serious, strong-nosed inpirò and looked away with a smile.

"What do you do, cry?" Asked a voice at his side.

Brian chuckled nodding aware: "For these pathetic scenes? Mai, Sunshine! I'm not a lesbian, not a woman and not even a fag! "He said smiling bright.

Justin finally reciprocates and they embraced.

"You have given up half the work," said Brian with his chin resting on the shoulder of the companion.

"I dropped half a job. And before you start with bizarre ideas about careers, sacrifice, time and various menate, know that I did what I had to do. And you know it. "

Brian nodded," I do not care about this, I worry that if you do not ever offer to deface other walls, you begin to do it with those of our house! "

Justin burst into laughter that caught the attention of all friends.

Brian smiled sucking her lower lip in Justin tenendogli mouth and looked at her face in her hands: "I love you Brian."

The eyes of every one of them, including children, moved instantly to Brian. Pending.

The man sighed, giggled, nodded, looking down, then put it back in the blue companion: "I love you too."

did not see his face but none of them was ready to bet that had a smile that filled his face as if he had a sadistic puppeteer combined with the edges of their cheeks.

And of course, Emmett and women were crying ...

"It's all right now," Justin whispered.

Brian squinted and lifted a shoulder tossing his head to the side: "No, not really ..."

Justin's face became a mask of disappointment: he had not returned on time.

"There's still something outstanding between us ..." told him Brian do with seriously.

The language of the boy went to moisten the lips that had grown suddenly dry.

"We've never been more in Vermont ..." Brian said with a distracted air.

Justin's face became the first question, then stretched into a smile, his smile made her way to brighten the look of pure love: "Snowboarding," he asked incredulously - "I'll still remember? "

Brian raised his eyebrows:" Snow? " he asked doubtfully before pretending to shrug - "Actually I thought of the matter in abeyance for marriage and that Vermont has remained one of the few states in which we could do it ... but if you like snowboarding, I go well, "he said with a smile complacent by the fact that Justin had misunderstood as he had hoped, spiteful, they would.

Justin's mouth opened against his will and his eyes grew moist as long as a tear trickled down the cheeks fresh.

Brian laughed, "I knew that this would have made me cry too! "

Justin laughed pure, authentic, liberating and jumped into the arms of fellow who greeted him with a laugh.

"Well, it seems that there is not the caviate so well," Ben ruled in the general commotion that had made everyone silent, the friends looked at him. "Come on! He said it was a party! Where is the music, "he asked, spreading his arms and earning cheerful looks still stunned by the events of friends. "Ok, Fortunately, you do not live so out of touch as many think, and before they are in possession of me to go home to get ... "he opened the big bag with shoulder strap and pulled out an object a bit 'old-fashioned but essential - "... the stereo!" he began laughing and raising his old unit triggering applause and laughter of all.

"Let's start this party up!" Verdict supporting the stereo in the trunk of a tree and pressing the play button.

A music that belonged to another time, other generations lingered in the woods. A timeless music, such as the frescoes of the churches, such as monuments, like the statues, but whose sound had the power to close the circle of time each of them bringing them to live an eternal moment when, together, without being able to do unless they began to dance.

'Can not Take My Eyes Off of You' Gloria Gaynor

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2IGivh8NwE0


JUSTIN POV

rains.

But who cares. Nobody cares.

missing is Daphne and then we all.

I can not take my eyes off them all, that have been and will be the people who made the journey of life with me.

They dance in the rain.

Debbie and Carl are trying out a tango on the notes of a song pop cult 70s.

Mom and Tucker, soup, dance like a slow. They love each other as the first day and I do not find it more incredible.

Mel and Linds are kissing as they continue to bounce in a group with Gus, Shawn and Lauren.

Ben is doing a little pirouette to Jenny laughing while her father looks on.

Ted Blake and Drew dancing, looking into his eyes and smiles as he watches Emmett dancing with her arms raised, singing, the visa on the sky to welcome the rain.

Even Brian dancing. Taking Scarlett in her arms. The whisper on the lips' can not take my eyes off of you 'and she laughs, leaning on his nose.

smile when, predictably, some in the chorus refrain, 'lala-lala-lala-lalalala-lalla-uhhhhhh', the arms of all rise to heaven, and a raucous chorus and tune covers the voice Gloria Gaynor:

'I love you baby and if it's quite alright I need you baby to warm a lonely night ... ... and let me love you baby'

A moment like this is perfect. The one where everything comes to fruition and is perfect as a circle. It's that moment in everyone's life comes before or after and even just for that moment is worth living for a lifetime.

And I'm living.

I want everything to remain as now, forever.

Although I know that forever, does not exist. (**)

(**) 'Saturno Contro'


ending theme (By Betty)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPUmuTrplH4

(NOTE ^____-) author

Silk Dry Cleaning Washington Dc

Queer as Folk-SEASON EIGHT-Episode 14 - THIRD TIME

"Debbie?" Cried Brian crouched under a tree, turning over in his hands a tuft of grass torn and looking upon our group of friends who like ants in the middle of the open space and lush greenery.

"Yes?" The woman yelled at him without turning around, busy as he was to hold the stake over which Michael and Ted tried to fix the first end of what, in their opinion, should have become a common tent, a shelter for the night.

"You said that Pittsburgh has been identified as one of the areas where people will be saved if they spend the day in underground tunnels of the apocalypse, right?"

"They are called 'zones salvation ', "she pointed out.

"Right!" Brian grinned - "I remember the fateful date is within two months. Tell me, how will you survive once out of there? "

She took one hand from the pole and if the plant on its side staring at a furious look on man:" And this fucking question is that? "

Brian shook sly shrug: "If this ..." he said, pointing with one hand the group of friends - "is your idea of a refuge in which to start life anew after leaving the sewers, well, do one thing: come with me to Miami on Dec. 21 and get the end of the world dancing on the tables of a beach bar. It is very better to die drunk and stoned and enjoying the show from the front row, that cold and hunger as undoubtedly will happen to you! "

Emmett, who was working on the mission set fire to Drew, they also obtain without any success, turned to his friend giving him a conscious giggle followed by that of Brian.

In that exact moment Debbie lost his grip of the pole that fell tumbling to the ground, hitting the shoulder of Ted, while the tent came down lightly on the head of Michael turning into a ghost green plastic.

"Exactly," Brian grinned.

"Because instead of just standing there doing the Nostradamus of the situation does not get up your ass and come to help us?" She snapped angrily.

Brian merely raise your eyebrows looking as if she had asked him to do glider without a parachute: it was not an option.

wanted their party? That if we ever did ... if they could.

"Why not use the lighter?" Drew pleaded for the nth firm shake of the head of Emmett.

"Let's do this," Tucker exclaimed '- "Michael takes the pole, I see Ted and enter the tent."

"And I," asked Debbie surprised replaced about two feet in a role which he believed to be crucial.

"Go and collect firewood with Laureen, Shawn and Jennifer," Michael ruled.

"Oh yes, and so everything from fairy do I become a fairy of the wood, "argued the woman to the dismay of Brian: really were having, two hours from now, talking about fairies flowers, wood, fire, water, and they were serious?

shook their heads wondering how the hell was he going to spend that damn weekend.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy to call you?"

Brian snorted trying not to leak the irritation he felt: "The phone does not take this treasure, I think it's the fifth time I tell you that. "

"Pick a dandelion, whispering among its pistils a happy thought for your daddy, is blowin 'and you will reach the" proposed Emmett earned the unbelieving eyes of Brian.

"Really?" Small churches with wide eyes.

"Of course, small. Siem the fairy world, remember? "

" Right! "Scarlett smiled excited and ran looking for a head.

That would not have found, evaluated with unassailable logic Brian: it was autumn and we are only heads in spring.

"Where are Gus and Jenny?" Groped for churches to bring the conversation on binary logic and from the world of the living and not do.

"To make the magic circle."

"Which?"

"The magic circle," said Michael Emmett to removing the word - "What you do around which gather in the evening to form a circle of positive energy and endless," said added as well a satisfied smile.

really believe in it!

Michael believed in that crap and really enjoyed as well.

Brian threw his head in his hands and ordered him to think of the poppers, to Babylon, turned to a nice ass to lick at the Chivas and the gym in an attempt to curb the urge to return to the machine (distance approximately 5km) and drop everything in their world of fairies.

"Emmett will not do anything, please use the lighter!"

"This is the wood we could find, but we think it is too wet, it will fail to burn ..."

"There are not enough stones to complete the circle! "

" Keep up the tent until I post on the other post ... Keep it up ..., Michael ... ... Keep it ... fuck! "

"We took the water but the river is far away. The bottles will end by evening so you have to take the road at least eight or nine times between now and tomorrow night Mel and I have no intention of ever burdened with the mission and only us. So organizziamoci for shifts! "

" Daddy, Daddy, I can not find a shower head, I can not find a shower head! How do I send a message to daddy if I find a shower head? "

Emmett, discouraged, he sat beside Ted, sitting next to Brian, had in turn contract and looking at nothing in front of him when, as forecast the arrival at that hour had already been there a tent Wind proof, a bonfire, a pile of dry wood and ready to pop and enough water for two days.

"Do not take it," Emmett smiled, scraping the bottom of the barrel of his optimism - "It could have been worse ..."

"How?" Brian and Ted asked in unison.

"Well, it might rain ..." (*)

(*) 'Young Frankenstein' (note Sil)

A flash suddenly lit up the shapes of the trees and the roar that followed was so disruptive that does not take a weatherman to know that the storm was not close ... it was already on their heads.

Brian hoped that the Maya, the prophets and scientists had miscalculated.

If he was lucky, the end of the world would be in advance of a couple of months, just about to happen right at that moment.

'But what a beautiful day' - Ugolino

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJC0guCalgA

*****

"Have a good trip."

"Thank you, thanks for everything really. "

" Do not thank me, I have not done anything. You've done it all. "

" You are one of the most extraordinary people I know ... "

" See you soon?

"Of course! Next summer I come back as agreed and even after that. "

" Perfect. Say hello to everyone at home! "

" They embrace one by one for you! "

'I'm going home' - Celentano

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kr2gRni7bio

* *****

cold, tight covered in colorful that, fortunately, Jennifer and Debbie had had the foresight to bring, they sat around the small fire under the shelter of a small shed, natural stone, Tucker and Drew were able to trigger.

The storm lasted just a few drops that had been used to water the lawn. The tent was not yet mounted readily used to cover the wood collected by Shawn, Lauren and Jennifer, who had proved less humid than the women were afraid and hence usable.

But the cold was felt so overwhelming, forcing them to wear a sweater over light clothing fairy made by Jennifer and Debbie and sit on the crowd, close to one another and covered by clothes.

Brian refrained from any comment would have been averted because too much even for him, enough disappointed faces of children and those distress of each of them.

including Emmett.

Indeed, the boy was perhaps the most disappointed of all, because the other at the end of the trip was a 'game', he really believed we had the magic of that place. After all he had helped many years earlier and had not put in quotation everything that could go wrong. Above all, he had not put in quotation would not have found the magic that hung in the air at that time.

He felt like when you wake up in a beautiful dream and do everything to fall asleep again, hoping to pick up where it left off ... Even knowing that a dream does not go off and never woke up once it is lost forever.

was therefore in itself rather than entertain the friends who decided he could not end like this. It took strength and parandosi stood before them with a smile and pulled receiving in exchange a series of looks that were a mixture of disappointment, irritation, and compassion.

"Do not take it for a while 'Rain! De Mello said you know what? It is not the reality that change your mood and makes you depressed, but your reaction alla realtà. Se piove quando siete in casa o in ufficio non vi importa nulla, se invece succede durante   un pic nic, vi arrabbiate. Ma la pioggia è sempre quella. È la vostra reazione alla pioggia che…”

“Emmett!” tuonò Brian facendosi una volta tanto portavoce di tutto il gruppo al completo.

Il ragazzo tacque e annuì prima di battere le mani e sorridere di nuovo incapace fisiologicamente di non trovare il lato positivo di qualunque cosa.

“Dobbiamo trovare i nostri nomi da fata!” ruled cheerful - "How can we expect to enter the world of magic fairy without a name," asked the children directly.

Their faces illuminanoro and Emmett was just that little step forward. The children were always more open than adults to be transported in the game and fantasy and Emmett thought that would help their parents and relatives disillusioned.

"by Yes," cried an enthusiast that Scarlett got up and reached man.

Emmett picked it up smile: "You know how it works?"

The girl shook her head.

"Each of us must find his fairy name based on the characteristics of his personality and his character, in short, a name that makes it unique here in this enchanted world and which is recognized forever. & Rdquo ;

The little girl thought for a moment and then broke into a satisfied smile: "My name is poised Fairy Ballerina!" (fairy dancing on tiptoe)

Brian smiled despite himself and gave Emmett ; the girl on the cheek a little bit excited, "Poised Ballerina Fairy?"

Scarlett nodded vigorously.

"I think you understand the system perfectly sweet, you see that you are the soul of the fairy!"

"I also grow wings tonight?"

The laughter of the sister group broke the tension of the last minute. Emmett shook his head smiling and turned to the other: "Then, squeeze your brains, do as Scarlett, listen to the voice of fairy you in the heart and give yourself a name! "

" Brother of a gun, "the crucial ruling Gus guadagnadosi admiring glances of all. Gus had in fact had the insight to use the word 'gun' gun, which in American slang is called a 'dancer'. Giving a real sense to its name - the brother of a dancer - and at the same time making it aggressive and important with this double sense of the word 'gun'.

"Bravo Gus!" Linds exploded with the same enthusiasm that Einstein's mother certainly had development of the theory of relativity by the child.

Gus smiled and shrugged his shoulders with more than reminding everyone what to do, growing up, looked like his father every day.

"I've already my name: Dumpling," Michael smiled, opening the way to adults.

"Er ... I could call me AD-dicted to Love, written with AD capital that calls my work," Ted ruled proud. Emmett clapped followed by the rest of the group and their smiles.

Everything was going in his place, he thought Emmett. It took so little, he was sure!

"Not that the whole word, 'addicted' I mean, do not represent you anyway," Brian spoke collapsing in an instant the smile and the shoulders of Emmett and the whole group.

"What did I say?" He asked pretending to be innocent and earning the usual decennial perennial look of reproach and disapproval of Mel.

parts of the woman with a scrutinizing glance: "You you could call ... "

Mel's eyes became a crack, ready to argue that he was still playing at that presumptuous to make the tough and cynical company's ruining every moment of peace just because he could not enjoy it.

"Jew's harp," said Brian sucked up a lip in the mouth in a hint of a smile ( the 'Jew's Harp' is the English name of a musical instrument from the woodwind sound so relaxing is called a 'breakout' also literally means' harp Jewish ')

The woman's mouth opened in a dazed expression. Obviously she had expected a name to 'Bulldog' or something similar, instead he called her 'Forecast' slipping so even his Jewish origins.

Mel smiled despite himself and Linds looked at Brian, who had turned back to look at Emmett, with a sweet smile on his face and maybe sad.

"Debbie, please, you are called Fairy Mary?" Cried Scarlett.

"Fairy Mary?" She asked doubtfully.

"Yes, that determine the fairy Tinkerbell and do everything you like so much! Like you can do it all and is also a bit 'cicciotella like you! "

Laughter erupted spontaneously from the lips of everyone, including Brian, the candor of the statement of Scarlett. Debbie smiled: "Then I'll be your Fairy Mary!"

"Thank you Debbie!"

"Please honey."

"And you can call Blue Fairy grandmother?" Cried this time to Jennifer.

"The Blue Fairy," asked the woman.

"Yes, it is the most beautiful of all fairy tales and even the most good," smiled the young to her tearful grandmother.

"So good that when Pinocchio is the piss running and turns it into a piece of wood ..." Gus snapped the smug grin of Brian.

"Gus!" I scolded Lindsay.

"I as I already have," broke Laureen, "Brian gave it to me fastened her at the time. Fairy Krishna! "

" What does this mean? "He asked softly JR.

"is an anagram of Shrink, shrink."

"So if you're a strizzarcevelli, I will Wring out Balls Fairy, the fairy casts balls. With all the double meaning that you would put "his sister ruled

's laughter all got louder. The dam of adult resistance was finally broken, and that wave is now in the middle of a one born witty and funny nicknames.

Brian followed the laughter, the shouting and the beating of the palms against each other with that look halfway between despair and disbelief.

Look who became a question when, as if they were remote controlled, all eyes moved over him and fell silent sovereign.

"Next Brian, the only one missing you!" Emmett urged.

He ran his eyes over them in rapid succession and then looked at Emmett: "Kill Queer"

The roar of laughter erupted in the sky now dark.

'Killer Queen' - Queen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZBtPf7FOoM

****

"And now let's hand, close your eyes and focus positive energy," Emmett ordered softly. Mel was safe to try for the first time in his life, a twin to the one thought of Brian: What the hell were they doing at night, cold, lost in a forest, so the only light a fire, all standing at the hands with your eyes closed?

were all gone mad?!

She sighed and it was decided to close their eyes more to ensure that all ended as soon as possible as anything else.

"What is the circle of energy?" Emmett asked watching Scarlett curious.

The man opened his eyes and smiled: "To channel the positive energy in the universe so that something good happens!"

Brian raised his eyebrows and sighed.

"And it works?" Continued the little girl.

"If you believe it, yes."

"If I see something good then I believe?" Scarlett asked rather confused.

Emmett smiled softly and crouched down to face: "You must see to believe, Scarlett, you have to believe to see."

The girl looked at him with blank expression. Nothing that he said the man had a sense for his immature sense of logic.

Emmett shook his head slightly, smiling: "It means that if you close now eyes, think of something nice that makes you happy and everyone does it with you, something good will happen! "

" When? "

Emmett shrugged "Tomorrow," he said to enjoy at least twenty-four hours before facing the disappointment of some girl.

"Ok!" Scarlett agreed, smiling, and reaffirm the right hand of Emmett and Brian left.

"So close your eyes and think of something beautiful ..."

All eyes closed. All except Brian and Shawn.

The man kept them focused on the fire, Shawn over him.

Brian felt every inch of skin trembling. It was cold, it sure was cold. But the cold does not cause the feeling of having a pool ball in his throat and unable to swallow the stinging eyes.

It certainly does not cause the sticky feeling veiled and he felt inside the stomach and the brain.

It certainly was not the cold to scream the 'why' he felt deep in the brain fly like a bat.

'Why?' Asked the bat and bit its neck to suck the blood to leave it empty, 'Cause now that everything had gone to the right place in his life, felt not to be safe? Because he felt as if the mountain that had so laboriously climbed, would inexorably Fran?

sighed loudly, looking up and staring into that of Shawn. His eyes shone through the flickering flame. He did not see his face but he knew that he was not smiling.

The

was reading the soul.

Thus, for the first time in his life, faced with a lowered his gaze.

"Dad you have to close your eyes!" Interrupted Scarlett that she realized that her father had not fulfilled the mission entrusted to the group by peeking occasionally wring lids.

"Sure," Brian smiled.

But Scarlett's face was painted with sadness. Probably did not smile too convincing.

"Papa Do not you believe?"

"Hem ... Yes, yes, I guess," nodded.

"Daddy," she admonished her daughter with an adult tone, "do not have to see to believe, you have to believe to see. You close your eyes and think of something good, and tomorrow you'll see something good happen, "

Brian fixed his eyes on her daughter and smiled moved. He would do anything for her, everything. Also believe in fairies and positive energies of the universe if it were served to her.

So squeezed her hand, closed his eyes and smiled when the best memory of his life popped into his mind.

*****

Justin ran his hand over his face while continuing to sleep, but when the thing that was causing a slight tickle on the cheek bothers him a second time, opened his eyes, rose sat down and lit the lamp.

"Damned if you fly you will not take even one of your fuckin 'legs'!" Cursed probing the room with his eyes.

Again the tickle, now on hand.

"There you are maledet ..." he stopped looking astonished the palm of his hand.

What?

A shower room in November?

'A Kind of Magic' - Queen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rs1RlQKBRpA&ob=av2n

***

Justin walked away from the wall, receding in small steps not to miss the fact that the prospect had already created on the painting.

focus all his attention to the shade of purple, of necessity, had to use to match the painted pieces of modern furniture that would have been placed in the space front, designed to make the entrance to the exhibition at the museum of modern art like an old living room, where, however, had nothing of the old colors and shapes.

When the phone vibrated, silently, in the pocket of his loose trousers work escaped immediate attention and drew his hand frantically in the hope the phone was Brian.

But it was his friend Ken from New York via a text message he wanted to know how she was going to Chicago.

Justin sighed and shook his head as he answered a 'tt ok'. It was early Sunday morning, Brian and Scarlett were still the party of fairies and Justin knew that they were unattainable.

But by Saturday morning he had watched the absurdly phone more than once in the hope that, perhaps, a shot of life of the magnetic field would have provided mate just send a message.

But nothing.

sighed and laid her in my pocket Iphone012 raising his eyes to make murals with distracted. It was perhaps that observance of escape without meticulous attention to detail that made him stare as if it were suddenly disappeared.

What the boy felt at that moment could not be explained in words. Only slowly forced him to sit cross-legged on the floor and to plant his chin in the palms open, elbows propped on the inside of the knees.

Unable to look away.

****

"Dad!"

'...'

"Dad!"

'...'

"POPE'!!!"

" Hum ... Yes, tell me that there ... "

" We leave the tent and let's see! "

" What? "

" Today, something good has to happen! "

" Scarlett around watching, they're all still sleeping ... are you? Scarlett's six, get down and go to sleep again. "

" But Dad, if we go out now that we are all still sleeping the first to see it! "

" What do you expect to find out from the tent, Scarlett? "

" We'll never know unless we go to see "

" ... ... "

" Come on Dad! "

Brian got up with difficulty and followed his daughter with a slow and careful not to step on anyone. He glanced over his companions, wrapped in sleeping bags absurd that made them look like sausages left to dry.

"Or are you willing to disaster victims in tents awaiting burial ..." he thought aloud.

"Eh?"

"No come on ..."

Scarlett slowly lifted the flap and hopeful tent of the green and Brian aituò ergendolo even higher with his arm.

Their heads popped by the opening and watched the outside.

Brian sighed and looked at her daughter without saying anything, just watching his expression be incredibly disappointed at the sight of land filled with puddles of rain through the night, and the sky full of blacks and threatening nuovoloni . Nothing else.

She had expected to meet in the world of Alice, however, thought Brian, had just discovered the world real.

put his hand on her head to caress her gently: "Let's go back to sleep on, it's still early ..."

Scarlett just nodded with an expression so sad that Brian's stomach for a moment became a ball of barbed wire.

'This is what happens to recount balls to kids' meditated furiously back to lie down and accept the child into his sleeping bag in a warm embrace.

(Epilogue)