do not know if I believe. We spend half of life to laugh at what they believe others, and the other half to believe in what others deride.
walked one night in the sea of \u200b\u200bBrigantes, where the houses seem ships sunk, bathed in mist and vapors in the sea and the wind from the branches of oleander slow movements of seaweed.
I do not know if I tried something, or if I chased, I remember that were difficult times but I was, for some strange reason, happy.
Suddenly the curtain of darkness came a stylish old, dressed in black, with a gardenia in his buttonhole, and run close bowed slightly. I began to follow him curiously. I went a good pace but struggled to keep up with him, because it seemed that proceeded to fly a few inches from the ground, and his feet made no sound on the wet wood of the pier.
The old man paused, drawing in the air with gestures which seemed to calculate the position of the stars. Then he nodded his head and began to descend a ladder that fell from the pier in the dark waters.
- stopped sir - I cried - not the face!
But the old man did not listen to me, in a short time was in water up the waist, and soon disappeared.
Without further ado, dressed as I was, I plunged. The water was cold, and lay on the muddy bottom debris and ropes. I looked around for traces of man and to my amazement I saw was suspended a few meters from the bottom, a neon sign that says "Bar". He walked calmly toward it, walking like a diver, the old gardenia. Like a dream I swam to that sign that lit the blue water.
arrived as a inlaid with nautilus building, with a wooden door. The door opened immediately and the man with a gardenia held out his hand. Did nothing but pull me suddenly and I found myself in a cozy bar, bright and full of patrons. It was furnished with
different style, taste some of the old sailor, some exotic, others are decidedly modern. The bar looked like the side of a ship, it was so shiny and impressive. On the deployment of the bottles was a large glass door from which you could see candles coral and shoals of fish. The customers were drinking and talking like any bar in the mainland. As you can see from the cover design, he formed the most bizarre I have ever seen.
II bartender motioned me to approach. His expression was ironic, and his face reminiscent of a famous interpreter of horror films. He offered me a glass of wine and pinned a gardenia buttonhole.
- We are glad to have you among us - he said softly. - Please sit down, because this is the night that each of these tell a story.
I sat down and listened to the stories of the bar under the sea.
Stefano Benni. From "The bar under the sea."
