The ice age is coming, Tom sings Yorke , which closed permanently in that eye has hidden the secret of his talent.
While listening, George stares at the road, even though it is actually lost in the fog of his thoughts.
It's cold, but that's not why Alina decided to freeze her dreams and keep them for the best moments: it is the fault of the night, who took his sixteen years and seems to return more volerglieli.
She does not give up and wait for the future with great hope, even if it ends up only ever get the same damn present.
George slows down and approaches slowly to the side of the road, driven by a need that no heat radiator will ever meet.
Alina gets in his car with the same enthusiasm with which he closes the door, caught in a routine that makes an object among many others.
George is embarrassed, stiff as a teenager who tries to plead for the first time to the wrong girl.
She moves with the knowledge of an experienced mechanic, and knows how to put in motion a standstill for some time.
The embrace is fast, almost rude, and if you do not have any effect on Alina least need to George to release an instinct that nature has selected in his brain.
Finally free from the tumult of passion, he finds the time to understand that you have taken advantage of an emotion that perhaps should never be his.
ashamed, but only just a little, the waves gently kissing her on the cheek.
her, surprised by a gesture so simple yet so human, it looks really for the first time and smiles at him, before getting lost forever in the dark.
George comes back on the radio, listening again for the umpteenth time Idioteque.
I we age coming, ice age coming, throw me in the fire throw me in the fire.
Yeah, but where's the fire?
Outside it starts to snow.
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