The wind was cold over the hill during the night, but it was alright because she was lying on my chest and it was nice and calm after the drinks at the osteria, and my hands felt like trembling and my throat was still warm from the liquor, and my cheecks felt cold. I was looking at the night sky and it was a honest sky without clouds. It was bright the way the night sky ca be at the beginnig of summer, just before the warm wind from the South starts blowing and dries everything. I was quiet and then she looked at me, but I kept looking at the stars.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked
“Nothing, little rabbit, come back on my chest, the wind is cold”
“Tell me this time, you never speak at night”
And she was right and then I thought that it would be good to be honest for once and said
“I was talking to God, little rabbit. But you don’t want to hear any of that, do you?”
“Tell me about it, you know you can”
“I was asking God to save me”
“You don’t need to be saved”
“Everybody does, once is too far in life. You get lost, little rabbit.”
“You are always so serious.”
“Maybe so”
“You are serious enough for both of us”
“Maybe so. But it’s the grappa and the night sky and the season.”
“Last season was just the same though.”
“Seasons change, and so can I.”
We did not talk for some time, while listening to the wind and the sound of far voices leaving the osteria, then she asked
“And what did He said?”
I thought that it is no good to be honest. It is hard to be honest, and it is tiring, and I had enough of being tired, and I thoght that she had a sweet heart and I did not want to make it as black and clouded as mine
“Nothing, little rabbit, nothing. God never speaks to me”
And then I was quiet again, and among the stars I was looking at God and He was watching me and saying
“Why should I save a piece of trash like you?”
I was not talking and not asking any more.
I hugged her closer to my chest and she was warm and sweet. The wind was blowing stronger and it was colder than before. It would be good to go back to the osteria, I thought. But instead I held her stronger, while the leaves on the trees were singing around us.