Silvia did not want to cross the courtyard, but sometimes there was just to avoid it.
When she had to try to walk as fast as possible, because it seemed to run too rude. Every now and then tilted back her head and looked upon himself, the little that was enough to confirm that the strange young man was staring out the window of the palace in secret. His name was James, and the country was rumored that he was slightly lame, but in reality they had not seen hardly ever leave the house. He was always bent to study and was said to be incredibly erudite for his age. Silvia did not understand what this meant, and felt for him a punishment, although he always felt rather relieved when finished out of the reach of his gaze. Sometimes it seemed he shook his quill as a kind of magic wand, to capture and bring in his world of books and heavy glasses.
Luckily he thought Vince was to reassure her, clasping her in his strong arms and carpentry. He always whispered not to worry, when they were together that no one could ever hurt. She kissed him gently calm and sleep, certain that Giacomo Leopardi could never erase the strength of their love.
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