Seat the bar of the station I look at the hectic bustle of people. Curiously, all look the same, if not knew, I think not having a soul, their history and their unique life worth saving.
They are 9.15. The ice in my martini is slowly melting and the lemon has now won all its flavor. M'incuriosisce always compassionate eyes that I find the bartender when I order my drink in the morning. People live in their world of appearance and are an alcoholic who drinks at all hours and not sleeping for a lifetime. When I was little, I slept. I was full of dreams and desires, then I grew and I have spent. What is the point sleep if you can not dream? Already the reality is a nightmare ...
The martini is a sacred moment. One of the few times of the day where I stop. I admire my work and plan for the future. Who's next? Who can be saved? A pair hand to hand is leaving for a weekend out. They love each other, soon to be married and have a child. They do not need my help. A boy in the corner waiting for his girlfriend who is studying away from home. Even if you finally see her again, his face sad. I would go to him and tell him that will suffer in the future but then you are happy, some pains are experienced and can not do anything to avoid them. A girl sits next to me and ordered coffee and a croissant. We exchange a smile almost accomplice. You do not know but it breaks the window, I avoided the other night you killed on the road. I finish my martini and I wish you good day. Walking among the people I find it better to hear their thoughts and feelings. Every life is worth to be saved as long as that does not fall into the same error in the future. I can not donate money to them who then squandered the lives of those who love to kill those who betray. "To err is human, to persevere is diabolical" is my motto and I intend to apply it without any distinction. This is my law, and although many men are equal before to it.
Here's my man. I see him as he enters the station. I stop and I turn around pretending to look at the departures board, I know perfectly well that he'll come to me. His train is on time, will start in 10 minutes. I hear every single step until the time is not right next to me. Tall with brown hair and a discreet businessman in his thirties. It has a full suit and tie with a dark gray, a black briefcase and he looked directly at the large board.
"Did you happen to have a cigarette for me?" I ask I know a formality of course the answer.
heartedly He nods and hands me a pack of Camel with a cigarette inside.
"Cabbage is the latest. I am sorry to take your last cigarette. Sure potermela offer? "I wonder do with melodramatic.
"Sure. Otherwise I would have said no. Come on, I insist, "he replies with rare generosity.
I take a cigarette and I wish him good day.
He is now head towards the train. For a game of coincidences and delays vaguely reminiscent of Sliding Doors, once got free compartments and so will not notice that all Giulia all alone reading a book. Julia is two years younger than him. He writes for a newspaper and are going to find his father, poor health, is outside the city. On that trip the two men know, fall in love and be happy. She finally found her life partner and he, for her, stop smoking before that smoking kills him. Both think that their chance meeting is due to luck or chance.
I'm not an angel, cupid or a type of God Unnoticed I wander in this world that is not mine to fix, heal, save man from himself.
I turn off the cigarette now over and fly away only because of all these lost souls, in my being I have no one special to share this huge power.
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