Ciriaco the centipede
Ciriaco lives in a hole under the ground, 13 cm-sq. in Murcio, a small village in the province of Grosseto.
He is a centipede, married to a worm named Johanna, for two long (for those who are married very long) years.
Ciriaco is 7 years old (like 35 for a man) and lives under the garden of the Spacchi family, who don't know him, his wife, or their creeping existence.
It is 10 am on 21 July 1987, a chiaroscuro and insignificant day in itself but full of profound uselessness when seen in the context of something.
Ciriaco got up an hour ago and immediately came to the kitchen to have his carrot suck (which consists of sucking a carrot that sticks out from under the ground). Not that between the kitchen and the bedroom there is an hour's long walk under the sun and the rain, or even above: the delay is due to Ciriaco's habit of touching his toes fifty times every morning, to check if any have been lost during sleep.
After breakfast, Ciriaco shaves, gnaws because he has made seven cuts, washes, gets dressed and goes for two thousand steps.
Around eleven he goes to the psychiatrist: in fact, lately, he has strong feelings of superiority: he is convinced that he has a strong dignity, while everyone tries to raise his morale up, down, to the right and left, in order to convince him that he has no dignity, it's a worm!
Private things in the dialogue with the psychiatrist (do not eavesdrop, spies!).
After that and before it's late he goes home for lunch. Carrot Rice, Ant Roast, and Creepy Pie - delicious! He licks the tongue and mouth watering stuff! What a binge! What a meal! What do I know, what else can I write about this lunch! It really takes a good sleep.
Zzz ...
Zzz ...
Zzz ...
IawhnfgdkhjfgdhkjfghuitykjghÚlolifdkj ... Ah, it was really needed!
But ... it's already four o'clock. What sleep: in half an hour there is an appointment with friends at the bar. Just the time (wrong person) to throw up in centipedes.
Well, we're on time. A nice Argh coffee (how scary, who knows what it was) and a game of lombriscola.
What luck today: Ciriaco has already won seven games and it's only been half an hour: now, from that pile of worms you can hear only screams, howls, lightning, thunder and stormy nights. Wow, what cards: it is a match that has already been won before, but only for those coming from the right. when you play cards, however, time flies (with Alitalia) and it is already seven o'clock. We have to go home for dinner. Johanna will already be waiting (not so much her husband as the money she won).
For dinner there are the leftovers (Serena Dandini leads) from lunch: something light, for a good indigestion with all sorts of evil effects. but Ciriaco eats little, because it has been a heavy day: a frugal, miserable, third world dinner, just a lousy, filthy, slimy and smelly stuff.
It's bbonanotte everyone, maremma cicada.
