Does My Scorpio Man Still Like Me?

The trunk of memories. Fairytale

Once upon a time ...

A girl with long hair blacks, smooth as spaghetti and shiny as silk, her eyes were of a very dark brown and a look that asked for answers to his many. He wore a red dress with flowers, gathered at the waist and with a border of white lace on the chest and the bottom of the skirt, was very proud of that dress so special and was going to pay a visit to his old grandparents.

They lived in a large house with very thick stone walls and the stone roof, and with a long wooden balcony, where his grandfather spent his days sitting, enjoying the warm autumn sun's heat and warm colors and intense of the season.

The balcony

The girl ran into the big house, opened the kitchen door on the first floor, greeted with a kiss that her grandmother prepared lunch and went upstairs humming, to the balcony.

"grandfather Hello, how are you?" He asked.

" Well thanks, you?" Said the grandfather, and offered her nuts and chestnuts, which took the wooden boxes where they were made, to let them dry in the sun.

His grandfather was a tall, thin man with white hair and blue eyes a bit 'sheer age, but with an eye still very deep. Take two walnuts in her hands and broke the shell to the kernel to feed the niece, while speaking, while there came from the meadows around the rhythmic sound of cow bells, and merry spray water in the fountain.

Fountain

"Can I ask you something Grandpa," asked the girl.

" even two, if they can answer you, little brat!" Grandpa said, laughing, knowing that it was not always easy to satisfy the demands of his granddaughter.

"What's in that trunk dusty, up in the attic?" She asked curiously.

" really want to know? Come let's open it together. "Said the grandfather.

The old attic was full of items accumulated over the years and then forgotten, but that old trunk was really impressive air of mystery. The grandfather said the little that it was the trunk of all his memories and to appreciate the content, you had to close my eyes and concentrate on the smells that would come out.

When my grandfather lifted the lid, a mix of quantity and the scent invaded the air, it was difficult to distinguish from each other and did turn his head were so intense.

Then, slowly, the girl began to feel the prevalence of one: he was a strong smell of ashes and polenta and cooked chestnuts. "This is my childhood .." Grandpa said, "... we had so many brothers and there was not much to eat: a coceva polenta is soft, soft in the cauldron hanging from the fireplace and some boiled chestnuts. I still have the feeling of an empty stomach, which growled at night. "

"What grandfather ... and this strong smell of lavender and roses to those who belong to?" Asked the child.

" This is your grandmother, when I met her, was the most beautiful girl in town and I asked to be my wife." The little girl he saw in his mind the Grandpa Young with the Sunday dress and a bouquet of roses in the field of hand, walking safely to a young woman. It was really beautiful grandmother with that look happy and in love!

"Grandpa I feel a delicate scent of soap and talcum powder. "

" are our daughters, your mother and your aunt. "he said.

" But there is also a strange smell of soil and plants, I do not understand what it is, grandfather."

" was your uncle, our eldest son who did not survive to pneumonia. "said the grandfather.

" I did not know that this child existed. It 's a sad memory, real grandfather, grandmother and why you do not ever spoken. "

" 's right, baby! "He said.

" And this bitter smell of coffee and wine? I think I can hear many people talk, talk, laugh, what Grandpa? "

" E 'we have opened a tavern that I and my grandmother, after the war, when your mom and aunt were girls, then there was the shop, we sell everything: flour, sugar, corn ... "

" It was not always easy your life, right Grandpa? "

" No, it is was, but I am happy to have lived, intensely and passionately. I hope that you too, one day, can have a trunk full of scents and flavors. If you want but that is special, do not ever deny your feelings and never stop dreaming, "said the grandfather, closing the dusty old trunk.

The paternal grandfather's house